Be All, End All
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1 through F › Fast And The Furious, The › Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
34
Views:
11,806
Reviews:
73
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own The Fast and the Furious, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Be All, End All
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Eyes closed, water streaming, steam rising, thoughts nil.
It was the best twenty seconds of her day. Those breath-held moments when the hot shower sprayed her right in the face. Slowly breathing out through her nose to keep out the water, and the smells, she let nothing enter her mind. Not one damn thing.
*SHOWER NUMBER FIVE-SEVEN-FOUR IS NOW READY. SHOWER NUMBER FIVE-SEVEN-FOUR IS NOW READY.*
Darynn sighed and squeezed her eyes shut as the feminine computer voice droned through a speaker in the ceiling.
*WOULD THE DRIVER OF THE INTERNATIONAL TRUCK AT PUMP SEVENTEEN PLEASE COME TO THE FUEL DESK?*
She couldn’t pretend anymore. The piped in music picked up again, only to be cut out again by another shower announcement. Darynn shut off the water and opened the shower door.
*LARGE OR FIRST AVAILABLE?*
How many times had she heard that question? Every town, every spot on the map big enough to have a truck stop, Darynn stopped to take a shower. Her RV had a shower, but large quantities of hot water could be a problem. So she stopped along the way instead.
This bathroom was appreciatively clean compared to some she’d been in. Discoloration in the grout between the tiles was confined to the edges of the eight by eight room, and it didn’t smell too horrible either. The mat looked clean too, but she made sure to only step on her shower shoes as she carefully climbed out.
She dried using a towel provided for her and one of her own. With a routine she’d perfected she dressed from the bag she’d brought. A quick towel for her dark hair to keep it from dripping everywhere, and she ran a brush through a couple times. Tangle-free wasn’t the goal, just not rat-nest.
On her way out she bought sodas and snacks at the convenience store and then left.
Like most truck stops this one was located along the interstate on land that looked like it was waiting for a tornado to plow through. California, no tornados. After traveling the Midwest states and others, Darynn was having a hard time remembering that she was home. California was what she knew and loved. Well, maybe not loved, but knew at least.
A parking lot that could hold a hundred or more semis was HUGE. The noise alone from scores of idling trucks could deafen a person, not to mention the fumes. Diesel exhaust. Yum.
Luckily the smaller area designated for RV’s was closer, but still a good trek. By the time she was nearing her spot she was sweating in the late afternoon heat and the freshness from her shower was a thing of the past.
She’d purposely parked her RV and trailer at the farthest end of the lot, not very far from the other RV’s in the lot, but enough to isolate it. She didn’t like people being around her stuff, even to walk past it if she could help it.
So when she saw there was someone standing next to her trailer she was instantly pissed. There was no reason for him to be there except to be snooping, or stealing. And since he had one hand on the tarp covering her trailer he couldn’t deny one or the other.
Darynn stepped up her pace, hauling her duffel up so that it wouldn’t bounce against her leg as she walked. “Hey, buddy, what the fuck do you think you’re doin’?” she yelled as she passed the last other RV in the lot.
The man straightened and turned to look at her. “This yours?”
WOAH! Darynn forgot for two whole seconds that she was pissed. Was it possible that a man could be so good looking AND so well built? After that first brief glimpse the sun setting behind him broke through the brightly colored clouds and restored her wits. Now he was just a large silhouette. A saving grace there. She slid her sunglasses into place and instantly disregarded that he had looked so incredible for that brief moment. Though those pouting bow shaped lips would unexplainably haunt her dreams that night.
“Yeah, it’s mine. Now get lost.”
She couldn’t see his face, couldn’t see his expression, but she got the feeling he was smiling at her. That didn’t help her already strained patience.
“Go fuck around someone else’s shit.”
His hands came out in a placating manner. “Don’t get bent outta shape. I was just checkin’ it out. RX-7, right? You a driver?”
She frowned, his question at odds with her aggravation. “Yeah.”
“Rear spoiler, Toyo tires, Sparco rims. Nice car. Still street legal?”
Darynn looked at the tire he gestured to and saw that the cover had slipped at some point. She moved to the loose tarp and pulled it back into place, tugging at the ties to secure it. “Legal enough. Nice talking at ya.”
That was supposed to be the hint that she was done talking. Or her blatantly walking away shoulda told him, but the turd followed her as she circled around to the door of her RV. “I’m interested. What’s your quarter time?”
He was talking as he followed her and she finally looked back at him as she reached the door. That Adonis affect was back. Sunglasses hid his eyes and she was somehow thankful for that. As good looking as he was the eyes would only make it worse unless he was cross-eyed or had a very pronounced twitch.
She found herself staring again. Now with the sun shining behind her, she could see him clearly. Cotton tee stretched tight over impressive shoulders, chest, arms, abs, everything. Nothing was left to the imagination there and she found a whisper of subconscious willing him to move so she could see the cloth stretch even tighter. Worn denim. Non-descript sneakers. Not a hair on his shining scalp. And he had the casual ease of someone very used to being stared at. How she hated that. It was one thing to be good looking. It was a whole other thing to KNOW it and take it as due.
“Never tell my stats,” she found herself saying. “What’re yours?”
She meant it as sarcasm, but as soon as the words came out she saw the underlying sexual meaning to it. He obviously caught it too, as any two-legged male with a working dick would, for a dark eyebrow rose.
“Never tell mine either.”
He gave a devilish smile that she was certain had caused more than one female to faint away before him. Cocky bastard.
“Listen, buddy. I ain’t here to help you get your rocks off. Go bug somebody else.”
He laughed at her! Conceited male. Of course he would laugh at her. The ignorant always find their stupidity to be enlightening.
She unlocked her door and pulled it open, turning to him as he stepped closer. For a second she thought of the danger she was in. Vast parking lot, no one really paying attention, guy twice her size. But he just leaned in with that broad smile. “With that kind of attitude I guess I’ll be seeing more of you. Which direction you heading?”
“South.” She couldn’t say why she answered. Maybe it was fear, or awe. Either was prominent as she stood in his shadow.
He nodded his assent. “Good.” He stepped back again, freeing her from the stupid spell she’d been under. “Take care of that thing.” He nodded towards her trailer.
Darynn scowled at him and would have told him off if he didn’t turn to walk away with a natural ease that she couldn’t keep herself from admiring. Nice ass too. He really needed to get his clothes one size larger.
She climbed inside and locked the door, dropping her bag on a nearby seat. Turning she peeked through the curtain at him. A red and silver ’93 Mazda RX-7 sat at the end of the cars parked at the convenience store. How had she missed seeing that? She watched him stop for a moment and look back towards her before he climbed in. The sun highlighted the VeilSide, Sparco, Endless, and Toyo Tires logos emblazoned on his passenger side. Darynn literally gasped.
He left the parking lot with a screech of tires and then headed South on the I-5.
Darynn wanted to slap herself. The very opportunity she’d been looking for had just walked up to her and she’d smarted off and lost it. Her mind’s eye envisioned his Mazda and hers sitting side by side. They’d rolled off the same assembly line, but had come different roads. Whose was the better car? Plus, with a car like that the guy would know people, or could’ve even helped her get started somewhere. Damn! Her in her lugging TANK would never be able to catch up to him.
Oh, the injustice of having a sharp tongue and an untrusting attitude.
Eyes closed, water streaming, steam rising, thoughts nil.
It was the best twenty seconds of her day. Those breath-held moments when the hot shower sprayed her right in the face. Slowly breathing out through her nose to keep out the water, and the smells, she let nothing enter her mind. Not one damn thing.
*SHOWER NUMBER FIVE-SEVEN-FOUR IS NOW READY. SHOWER NUMBER FIVE-SEVEN-FOUR IS NOW READY.*
Darynn sighed and squeezed her eyes shut as the feminine computer voice droned through a speaker in the ceiling.
*WOULD THE DRIVER OF THE INTERNATIONAL TRUCK AT PUMP SEVENTEEN PLEASE COME TO THE FUEL DESK?*
She couldn’t pretend anymore. The piped in music picked up again, only to be cut out again by another shower announcement. Darynn shut off the water and opened the shower door.
*LARGE OR FIRST AVAILABLE?*
How many times had she heard that question? Every town, every spot on the map big enough to have a truck stop, Darynn stopped to take a shower. Her RV had a shower, but large quantities of hot water could be a problem. So she stopped along the way instead.
This bathroom was appreciatively clean compared to some she’d been in. Discoloration in the grout between the tiles was confined to the edges of the eight by eight room, and it didn’t smell too horrible either. The mat looked clean too, but she made sure to only step on her shower shoes as she carefully climbed out.
She dried using a towel provided for her and one of her own. With a routine she’d perfected she dressed from the bag she’d brought. A quick towel for her dark hair to keep it from dripping everywhere, and she ran a brush through a couple times. Tangle-free wasn’t the goal, just not rat-nest.
On her way out she bought sodas and snacks at the convenience store and then left.
Like most truck stops this one was located along the interstate on land that looked like it was waiting for a tornado to plow through. California, no tornados. After traveling the Midwest states and others, Darynn was having a hard time remembering that she was home. California was what she knew and loved. Well, maybe not loved, but knew at least.
A parking lot that could hold a hundred or more semis was HUGE. The noise alone from scores of idling trucks could deafen a person, not to mention the fumes. Diesel exhaust. Yum.
Luckily the smaller area designated for RV’s was closer, but still a good trek. By the time she was nearing her spot she was sweating in the late afternoon heat and the freshness from her shower was a thing of the past.
She’d purposely parked her RV and trailer at the farthest end of the lot, not very far from the other RV’s in the lot, but enough to isolate it. She didn’t like people being around her stuff, even to walk past it if she could help it.
So when she saw there was someone standing next to her trailer she was instantly pissed. There was no reason for him to be there except to be snooping, or stealing. And since he had one hand on the tarp covering her trailer he couldn’t deny one or the other.
Darynn stepped up her pace, hauling her duffel up so that it wouldn’t bounce against her leg as she walked. “Hey, buddy, what the fuck do you think you’re doin’?” she yelled as she passed the last other RV in the lot.
The man straightened and turned to look at her. “This yours?”
WOAH! Darynn forgot for two whole seconds that she was pissed. Was it possible that a man could be so good looking AND so well built? After that first brief glimpse the sun setting behind him broke through the brightly colored clouds and restored her wits. Now he was just a large silhouette. A saving grace there. She slid her sunglasses into place and instantly disregarded that he had looked so incredible for that brief moment. Though those pouting bow shaped lips would unexplainably haunt her dreams that night.
“Yeah, it’s mine. Now get lost.”
She couldn’t see his face, couldn’t see his expression, but she got the feeling he was smiling at her. That didn’t help her already strained patience.
“Go fuck around someone else’s shit.”
His hands came out in a placating manner. “Don’t get bent outta shape. I was just checkin’ it out. RX-7, right? You a driver?”
She frowned, his question at odds with her aggravation. “Yeah.”
“Rear spoiler, Toyo tires, Sparco rims. Nice car. Still street legal?”
Darynn looked at the tire he gestured to and saw that the cover had slipped at some point. She moved to the loose tarp and pulled it back into place, tugging at the ties to secure it. “Legal enough. Nice talking at ya.”
That was supposed to be the hint that she was done talking. Or her blatantly walking away shoulda told him, but the turd followed her as she circled around to the door of her RV. “I’m interested. What’s your quarter time?”
He was talking as he followed her and she finally looked back at him as she reached the door. That Adonis affect was back. Sunglasses hid his eyes and she was somehow thankful for that. As good looking as he was the eyes would only make it worse unless he was cross-eyed or had a very pronounced twitch.
She found herself staring again. Now with the sun shining behind her, she could see him clearly. Cotton tee stretched tight over impressive shoulders, chest, arms, abs, everything. Nothing was left to the imagination there and she found a whisper of subconscious willing him to move so she could see the cloth stretch even tighter. Worn denim. Non-descript sneakers. Not a hair on his shining scalp. And he had the casual ease of someone very used to being stared at. How she hated that. It was one thing to be good looking. It was a whole other thing to KNOW it and take it as due.
“Never tell my stats,” she found herself saying. “What’re yours?”
She meant it as sarcasm, but as soon as the words came out she saw the underlying sexual meaning to it. He obviously caught it too, as any two-legged male with a working dick would, for a dark eyebrow rose.
“Never tell mine either.”
He gave a devilish smile that she was certain had caused more than one female to faint away before him. Cocky bastard.
“Listen, buddy. I ain’t here to help you get your rocks off. Go bug somebody else.”
He laughed at her! Conceited male. Of course he would laugh at her. The ignorant always find their stupidity to be enlightening.
She unlocked her door and pulled it open, turning to him as he stepped closer. For a second she thought of the danger she was in. Vast parking lot, no one really paying attention, guy twice her size. But he just leaned in with that broad smile. “With that kind of attitude I guess I’ll be seeing more of you. Which direction you heading?”
“South.” She couldn’t say why she answered. Maybe it was fear, or awe. Either was prominent as she stood in his shadow.
He nodded his assent. “Good.” He stepped back again, freeing her from the stupid spell she’d been under. “Take care of that thing.” He nodded towards her trailer.
Darynn scowled at him and would have told him off if he didn’t turn to walk away with a natural ease that she couldn’t keep herself from admiring. Nice ass too. He really needed to get his clothes one size larger.
She climbed inside and locked the door, dropping her bag on a nearby seat. Turning she peeked through the curtain at him. A red and silver ’93 Mazda RX-7 sat at the end of the cars parked at the convenience store. How had she missed seeing that? She watched him stop for a moment and look back towards her before he climbed in. The sun highlighted the VeilSide, Sparco, Endless, and Toyo Tires logos emblazoned on his passenger side. Darynn literally gasped.
He left the parking lot with a screech of tires and then headed South on the I-5.
Darynn wanted to slap herself. The very opportunity she’d been looking for had just walked up to her and she’d smarted off and lost it. Her mind’s eye envisioned his Mazda and hers sitting side by side. They’d rolled off the same assembly line, but had come different roads. Whose was the better car? Plus, with a car like that the guy would know people, or could’ve even helped her get started somewhere. Damn! Her in her lugging TANK would never be able to catch up to him.
Oh, the injustice of having a sharp tongue and an untrusting attitude.