Not for you (FIN)

>"So this is your trailer?" He walked to the back, then to the front, scanning the interior.

"Ya, that's my trailer. Should be obvious because you were able to open it with my keys."

"Nice computers there in the front. Nice sound system in the back. Where's the promised bed?"

"You care for the promised shower first, while that, I'll care for the bed." I opened door to the small bathroom locker and pointed at it.

Again he stared at me. "You're still not a cop, right?"

"I'm still no US citizen. And you still haven't pointed out that you would care all of a sudden. So what?"

He shook his head while turning to the bathroom door and murmured something to himself that I couldn't understand.

"Do I want to know what you just said?"

"No, but it dawned to me that there's a possibility that 'fresh clothes' could mean I will leave this trailer in a pink dress." He turned again to look at me from the bathroom door, leaning to the doorframe, arm behind his head, scratching his neck, smiling hesitantly.

I suppressed the giggle that was building up in my throat and tried to make an innocent face. "Do I look as if I would own pink dresses? Besides, does it look as if one of those imaginable dresses would even just remotely fit you if they'd fit me?"

He snorted, turning back into the shower.

"If you want fresh clothes, then drop all your clothes in front of this door as soon as you got rid of them."

His head shot back through the half closed door. "You wash them?"

"Sure, what else? Does this trailer look as if I had hidden a fashion store in it?"

"And what will I wear when sleeping?"

"Didn't think you turned out to be so prude, Toretto. However, I think I still have some T-shirts and shorts somewhere that might fit you."

With those words, I turned my back on him and went towards the back of the trailer, closing the curtain that separated the back from the front so that I was hidden from his gaze.

I sat down for a moment at what was my dining table and sighed, letting my head drop to the table with an audible thud. Gods, I thought, who would have thought that. I just wanted to see him race, and now he's in my shower. I just hope that sleeping really means resting to him....

The sound of clothes being dropped to the hallway before the shower caught my ear. I stared at the well polished table for a minute, my fingernail chasing a breadcrumb that was left there from breakfast.

Alright, Dana, you can do this. And if he gets nasty... it's still your trailer, and you still have some surprises for him.

I slipped under the table and started rummaging the hidden cabinets under the seats for the shorts and T-shirt I had stuffed somewhere there. When I had found them, I pulled fresh towels from a different cabinet, walked back and stood for a moment before the closed bathroom door, at which a dropped bunch of impressively dirty clothes lay - including shoes. From the inside, I could hear a working shower and Dom whistling a happy tune.

I lay the shirt and shorts aside and, ignoring the shoes, picked up the dirty bunch of fabric, carrying them over to the small kitchen space where I dropped them into the tiny but functional washing machine, which also included a tumble dryer.

I filled the machine with washing detergent, a large portion of universal stain remover and a small portion of bleach, then set it to washing and drying. This combination even worked for my own, oil stained working clothes; and if Dom would get up in the morning, he would have clean clothes, probably a bit lighter than what they originally looked like. I just hoped he wouldn't mind. I also hoped that his clothes had been washed ever before, or the shrinkage of the current washing could bother him a bit. I smiled. Pink dress...? What a mental image.

I took a fresh, ice cold Coke from the fridge and took a sip. Looking in the mirror of the door, I saw that I was quite dirty and sweaty from the hot summer night and walking around the dust of the encampment. Shit, I could need a shower too before going to sleep.

Which brought me to a different idea.

Where the hell would I sleep if I had offered Dom my bed? Well, there was still the possibility to sleep on the roof in my chair if he indicated that he wanted more than sleeping or wanted to have the bed all for his own.

I turned to the bathroom door and knocked. The whistling and showering on the inside didn't stop. I knocked louder, still, it didn't seem to have any effect.

I opened the door a bit, careful not to look up from the floor I was staring at. "Dom?" I asked. Whistling continued. "Dom?" A bit louder. No reaction. "DOM!" I screamed, opening the bathroom door and lifting my gaze to what I expected to be a closed shower door.

Unfortunately, when inviting him in here, I had not taken the sheer size of Dom Toretto into consideration. That man was huge, the V shaped body with the muscular biceps would have been unable to move if he had fully closed the door of the tiny trailer shower cabinet which originally was constructed in a way that only I would fit into it. I wasn't thin, but Dom was approximately twice as broad as I was...

In other words, I stared at approximately 230 pounds of pure, wet, naked and moving back muscles, with a head on top that looked startled over his shoulder.

Oh God. Oh fuck. Oh shit.


Just good that he had turned his back on me. If I had seen that sight from the front, and if it was just half as good as the backside, I would have fainted instantly. Unconsciously my gaze wandered from his face to his ass again. I wondered if walnuts could be cracked on it.

"You see something interesting?"

He stopped me from staring. Instead, I found that my mouth stood open, and I used my hand to push my chin upwards to close it, just to produce some comical effect in order to distract him from the way I had stared. I was most certain that my face had turned an interesting shade of purple.

"Nothing that I haven't seen on other guys before," I replied and vowed to myself that if he would ever find out this was only true for really cool male pinup posters, I'd personally kill myself.

"Here are your nightclothes, uhm, might be a little tight as I realize now, but it's the best I can offer. And I'll place some fresh towels here. You just take your time in there. A razor with fresh blades and foam are in the small cabinet besides the mirror, if you feel the need. When you're finished, just come out."

"If it was just about me, I could stand here all night. You know when I last had a shower?"

"No, but from the smell of your clothes I could guess. I think this is the first time I will have to clean my washing machine from the inside after a load."

"So funny."

"Just so you know, I would like a shower as well. You better don't take too long, or I'll come and personally throw you out there before you've used up all my water."

"That's something I would pay for to see."

"Don't you test my hospitality, Toretto! Don't even try!" I grumbled and closed the door from the outside.

I had seen Dominic Toretto. Naked .Good grief. Just the backside, but still, good grief. I slumped down the wall and came to sit on the floor, staring at the ceiling.

I felt how all my good intentions were jumping over board just like rats from the Titanic.

No men in your life, Dana, men are bad. No men in your life, Dana, men are bad... I mentally mantraed. The little angel on my one shoulder tried to intervene by telling me that my best friends all were men, and that they were useful as long as they - well, were useful for something. But the little devil on my other shoulder seemed to sing along with my mantra. 'Just look at that ass, Dana, and imagine what those back muscles would feel like beneath your hands.. Just look at that...'

"Shut up!" I grumbled to the two and brushed the two imaginary friends from my shoulder with an imagined wipe of my hand..

I tried to see the facts.

I was old; not really too old but older than the average girl Toretto was known to like. Being just three years younger than him, I was definitely too old for him. I wasn't exactly a model, either. My hands were too large from years of work with cars and many other things, my upper legs were too big, so were my hips. And my face, while not being ugly, had the years and problems I went through etched into it. And I should finally stop thinking about it...

Plus I hated to be touched, which practically made any relationship impossible. Michael and I had found workarounds for this, but I was definitely not up for teaching someone else how to, well, not touch me.

I figured that if Dom Toretto wanted anything from me then he had to be really, really desperate. And he looked tired, but definitely not desperate.

And as much as I pitied him, I wasn't desperate enough to fall for him, knowing that this would just result in pain and disaster. Yet I pitied him enough not to trying to use him for... - what could I use that guy for, anyway?

"He's not for you", I whispered to myself for the umpteenth time.

The bathroom door beside me was opened, and I looked up. He stood there, clean and shaved, and stared at me. "What you're doing down there?"

"Sitting," I grumbled.

"You plan on staying there?"

"No, I'd like a shower too. Plus I have to show you your bed." Shit! I wanted to have that finished by now!

I tried to pull myself up, but suddenly I felt terribly tired so that I slowed down. He grabbed my arm and tried to pull me up, but I was still filled with the rage of my previous thoughts and jerked away while I suddenly felt enough power to even jump to my feet.

"Don't you ever touch me, Toretto. I might have invited you to sleep here, but that was no invitation to touch me." I spat.

"Sorry." His gaze, previously intensely on me, dropped to the floor, and this whole thing got me staring at him. He was really sorry. Not something that I had expected.

"No, I'm... well, let's just... The bed, yes?"

"Yes." He didn't bother to look at me.

I went towards the table of what seemed to be the dining part of my trailer, and pulled the small cloth from the polished table.

"What now? I sleep on the table?"

"You're not satisfied with a table? I can imagine that sleeping in a car must me much less comfortable for a man your size. Come on, don't be a girl now." I looked back at him, and seeing his confused look, I started to laugh.

"No, Dom, you should be aware that some people are tuning other things than just cars?"

He cocked his head, giving me a questioning look. I took a step back from the table, standing in the small door frame that lead to this part of the trailer. I flipped back the cover of the doorframe, revealing a line of switches. "Watch," I whispered, grinning.

I flipped the first switch. The polished table folded down into the trailer floor, and on flipping the second switch, the hidden cabinets beneath the U-shaped seats pulled out, forming a large square shaped pedestal. The third switch then lowered the ceiling, bringing forth a large mattress with bedding that matched the pedestal perfectly. The fourth and last switch opened a door in the roof, revealing the large glass dome that was my window to the stars.

I grinned. Most of the time, I wouldn't open that roof the way I did now; but for Dom, I wanted to put on a show.

Which sure as hell had its effect on him.

"Wow!" he stuttered. "I've never seen anything like that before!"

"Ya, always remember that the trailer of shopping cart girl holds some surprises.
"You're not shopping cart girl, you're Heidi."

"Whatever you want, Johnny." I laughed. "If you want something to drink or eat, help yourself --the fridge and microwave won't have escaped your attention, right?"

"Right."

"I'll go have a shower." I opened another cabinet next to the door frame, pulled some fresh clothes for myself and left him just standing there.

The shower did me good; after everything that had happened on that day I could really use it. With an odd sort of fascination I watched the trail of dirty water running from my body into the drain. I just cleaned my hair with water, I didn't have the patience to wash it.

I suddenly heard a click, as if a door had closed. Whirling around I peered over the closed shower door just to find that the bathroom door was closed. Did I make the click up? I frowned. On the other hand, that could also have been a sound from the outside. Shrugging, I forgot about it.

When I had dried from the shower, I put on my fresh clothes: Comfortable long pants, probably a bit too warm for the summer heat, but I didn't want Dom to get the idea that I was encouraging him to do anything neither he nor I wanted; and a short sleeved, large blue T-shirt with a whale printed to the front.

I took a short moment to check my look in the mirror, which stroke me odd the moment I did it. I never checked my look before going to bed; why now? What I saw didn't cheer me up either. All the driving and stress from the previous days showed their marks, my body felt heavy and tired, the lines under my eyes wrinkled more than usually, and the dark circles around them weren't exactly pretty either.

Sighing I turned off the light and left the bathroom.

Just to find Dom sitting on the small kitchen counter, eating and enormous sandwich with one hand and handling a half empty bottle of water in the other, which I recognized instantly.

"You shouldn't drink that," I said while strolling towards him, smiling.

"Why not?"

"Because that's deionized water. It's for my car's cooling system."

"Which is... why.... you keep it in the... fridge?" He stared at me, eyes wide open, eyebrows raised and obviously didn't take me serious.

"Sure."

"Deionized isn't healthy, right?"

"Asks the man who probably only had fast food for the last five years?" I pulled a bottle of Coke from the fridge. "Here. You can drink anything in this trailer, as long as it's Coke. If it's not, it probably not meant for humans to drink no matter what the label says."

He sneered in reply, but grabbed the Coke without further protest and drank half the bottle in one shot.

"So... sleep?"

"Sure. Got a question, though."

"Just ask."

He looked at me with an intense gaze. "Where will you sleep?"

I smiled at the floor, then looked back at him, still smiling.

"You know, it's interesting you ask. I've asked myself the same question when you were in the shower. I came up with two solutions: If you promise to not touch me and are willing to share, we can both use the bed; it should be big enough. If you're not willing to do both, then I'll sleep on the trailer roof in my deck chair."

His face was without any visible emotion for a second, then he grinned. "You trust me that much?"

"You don't?" I replied dryly.

"Well, I would; but I wonder that you do, if you know my past."

"Your history says nothing about broken promises or raping, as far as I know."

"Right." He took a big bite from his sandwich.

"It also lists no women older than at least ten years younger than you are. And I'm almost your age, so..."

He had enough composure to avoid sputtering the sandwich all over, yet, he choked a bit on the piece that currently was in his mouth. The deep, growling laughter that followed gave me goosebumps. It felt good to hear him laugh. I elbowed him.

"So that we've clarified that... willing to share or should I move?" I pointed at the roof.

"Share," he said, stuffing the rest of the sandwich into his mouth, cleaning his hands from breadcrumbs over the drain.

I headed towards the bed and flopped onto the right side. That was always my preferred bedside, plus, in this case, I could reach a small drawer at the side which held a knife... just in case it would ever be necessary.

He flopped down beside me, the construction giving a protesting creaking under his weight.

"You sure this will hold?" He looked at the construction as if he was suspecting it to break down.

I lay on the side, head propped on my hand. "You up for a bloody nose? I've build this thing, and believe me, it won't break."

Now he looked at me with open surprise and curiosity. "You build this?"

"Who else?"

"No one, I just wondered. I like it."

"It's mine, you can't have it."

"Yeah, but I can use it!" He rolled to his back, stretching out, folding his hands behind his head. "Gods. A bed. I'm really lying in a bed, one large enough for me to stretch out. At Race Wars, even. I can't believe it." His head turned, he looked at me. "Listen, I'm not good at this, but... thank you."

"Good enough for me," I smiled, smirking down at him. A strange tingling ran up my back. What would happen if I just bent town to kiss him? - Moment.... Did I really just think that? I noticed that I had put on a frown, shrugged it off together with the thoughts and flopped on my back, staring at the ceiling while pulling the blanket to my neck. Forget it, I thought to myself, he's not for you. Not for you. Not for...

"What?" He asked.

"Not f... Nothing, Toretto."

Now it was him lying on the side, head propped on his hand, staring down at me, as I noticed in the corner of my eye.

"Speak, woman. What's up?"

"Nothing, Toretto. Sleep, or you won't get your precious eight hours before the races start again."

He kept staring at me for some more seconds, then shrugged, pulled the coverlet up and turned his back on me. "'Night," he whispered. "Night," I whispered back.

Very soon the sound of his breathing became shallow and even, and I turned my head to look at him. The broad shoulders slightly shifted with every breath. I rolled on the side, propped my head on my hand and watched him. This was one of the most peaceful sights I had ever seen. A quiet snoring mixed with his breathing sound, and I smiled. Who thought Toretto was snoring?

I have no idea how long I looked at him, but eventually he shifted in his sleep and rolled on his back, one arm behind his head, the other on his body. Lips slightly parted, the eyes slightly moving behind the closed lids. I felt as if I could stare at him for hours.

"Sweet dreams, Dominic Toretto. You deserve them," I whispered, lightly touched his shoulder before I rolled towards the other side and finally, after some more thinking, listening to his breathing and a last look at the clock which indicated that it was almost exactly 2am, I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.