Fic: Secret Holiday Project, 2009, Days 14 - 20
I'm still trying to finish this for today. Here are Days 14 - 20.
Title: Secret Holiday Project 2009
Author: Carla
Prompt: various
Fandom: Fast and the Furious series, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
14. Stay the Same
“Some things change,” Dom admits, and Letty knows how much it costs him. “Some stay the same.”
He means home, Mia keeping the house comfortable for him and Letty, waiting, love holding her in place.
He knows nothing, hasn’t met Mia’s boy, doesn’t know she’s pregnant, Dr. Toretto and her pretty little family. Doesn’t know about the wolf beneath Letty’s skin or the pulse of Slayer in her blood.
“Breakfast time,” Faith says and unlocks the cage. She lowers her head for Oz’s kiss, but her eyes never leave Letty’s face.
“Eat with us,” Letty says. “I’ll tell you everything.”
#
15. Fairytales
Letty shovels in big bites of food while telling Dom all the things that have changed. She doesn’t admit to what’s stayed the same. Faith sits on Dom’s side of the booth and Oz keeps one hand on Letty’s thigh, subtle comfort.
When she’s done, Dom frowns at his plate and doesn’t say anything. She understands. It’s hard to believe, monsters and monster hunters, super-powered women and fairytale creatures. Maybe it’s too much, making the old stories truth.
Finally he gulps his coffee and looks her right in the face.
“Wolf woman,” he says fondly. “Wanna go for a ride?”
#
16. Gone
“Yeah, okay,” Letty says. Dominic dangles the keys from big fingers. They glint in the harsh overhead light. She’s got quick kisses for Faith and for Oz -- no sense in pretending things aren’t the way they are -- and then they’re outside. It’s smoggy as hell and the air has a strange chill. Weather’s been weird lately.
Maybe it’s magic? Later she’ll ask Faith.
For now she slips into the passenger seat. Dom starts the car and for a second she’s sixteen again, twenty, twenty-five.
The car backs into the street, they’re gone, and she remembers all that’s changed.
17. Pull (aea)
It’s an easy thing to reach over and touch Dom’s arm. She trails her fingers down and wraps them around his wrist, holding steady while he shifts, ever faster as they race north.
She angles closer to him the faster they go, until she’s pressed against his arm when Highway One opens up, tight curves and the ocean, wild and gray to the left. It responds to the moon’s pull, just like her, the rise and fall of her pulse. The heat and smell of Dom washes over her, a pull like the moon, and her body crests with want.
#
18. Push
They don’t talk, not that Letty has words left. They get far enough from the city that they’re alone, and when Dom pulls the car off the road, she’s in his lap before he shuts off the engine. His seat’s back as far as it can go, but it’s still damn uncomfortable.
Doesn’t stop her from pulling off her shirt and pushing their bodies together while the slick heat of his mouth closes on her nipple. The sharp bite of teeth makes her cry out and thrust harder.
His scalp is rough against her hands when she clutches him closer.
#
19. Sweat
Sweat drips down the back of Letty’s neck, pools in the back of her knees. She slumps against the car door, basking in the mix of cold and the heat from Dom’s body. He shifts his weight, and for a second the car is full of big man, all slick skin and shaved head and the smirk twisting his mouth.
He kisses her forehead and leverages himself off her to slump in the driver’s seat. She stretches out her toes, languid and happy. Her scent mixes with his and the wolf shifts inside her, inordinately pleased.
Still mine, she thinks.
#
20. Ocean
They get dressed and walk barefoot on the beach. Dom’s got goose bumps, but she’s comfortable. The tide washes over her feet and sand sticks between her toes. Dom holds her hand, and she’s reminded that he does these things when they’re alone.
What he doesn’t know is they’re not really going to be alone ever again, between the wolf pack and the Slayers, Faith and Oz.
Dom stops and watches the water.
“I missed you,” he says, but what she hears under the crash of the waves is, I’m sorry, I was wrong.
She squeezes his hand and smiles.
Title: Secret Holiday Project 2009
Author: Carla
Prompt: various
Fandom: Fast and the Furious series, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
14. Stay the Same
“Some things change,” Dom admits, and Letty knows how much it costs him. “Some stay the same.”
He means home, Mia keeping the house comfortable for him and Letty, waiting, love holding her in place.
He knows nothing, hasn’t met Mia’s boy, doesn’t know she’s pregnant, Dr. Toretto and her pretty little family. Doesn’t know about the wolf beneath Letty’s skin or the pulse of Slayer in her blood.
“Breakfast time,” Faith says and unlocks the cage. She lowers her head for Oz’s kiss, but her eyes never leave Letty’s face.
“Eat with us,” Letty says. “I’ll tell you everything.”
#
15. Fairytales
Letty shovels in big bites of food while telling Dom all the things that have changed. She doesn’t admit to what’s stayed the same. Faith sits on Dom’s side of the booth and Oz keeps one hand on Letty’s thigh, subtle comfort.
When she’s done, Dom frowns at his plate and doesn’t say anything. She understands. It’s hard to believe, monsters and monster hunters, super-powered women and fairytale creatures. Maybe it’s too much, making the old stories truth.
Finally he gulps his coffee and looks her right in the face.
“Wolf woman,” he says fondly. “Wanna go for a ride?”
#
16. Gone
“Yeah, okay,” Letty says. Dominic dangles the keys from big fingers. They glint in the harsh overhead light. She’s got quick kisses for Faith and for Oz -- no sense in pretending things aren’t the way they are -- and then they’re outside. It’s smoggy as hell and the air has a strange chill. Weather’s been weird lately.
Maybe it’s magic? Later she’ll ask Faith.
For now she slips into the passenger seat. Dom starts the car and for a second she’s sixteen again, twenty, twenty-five.
The car backs into the street, they’re gone, and she remembers all that’s changed.
17. Pull (aea)
It’s an easy thing to reach over and touch Dom’s arm. She trails her fingers down and wraps them around his wrist, holding steady while he shifts, ever faster as they race north.
She angles closer to him the faster they go, until she’s pressed against his arm when Highway One opens up, tight curves and the ocean, wild and gray to the left. It responds to the moon’s pull, just like her, the rise and fall of her pulse. The heat and smell of Dom washes over her, a pull like the moon, and her body crests with want.
#
18. Push
They don’t talk, not that Letty has words left. They get far enough from the city that they’re alone, and when Dom pulls the car off the road, she’s in his lap before he shuts off the engine. His seat’s back as far as it can go, but it’s still damn uncomfortable.
Doesn’t stop her from pulling off her shirt and pushing their bodies together while the slick heat of his mouth closes on her nipple. The sharp bite of teeth makes her cry out and thrust harder.
His scalp is rough against her hands when she clutches him closer.
#
19. Sweat
Sweat drips down the back of Letty’s neck, pools in the back of her knees. She slumps against the car door, basking in the mix of cold and the heat from Dom’s body. He shifts his weight, and for a second the car is full of big man, all slick skin and shaved head and the smirk twisting his mouth.
He kisses her forehead and leverages himself off her to slump in the driver’s seat. She stretches out her toes, languid and happy. Her scent mixes with his and the wolf shifts inside her, inordinately pleased.
Still mine, she thinks.
#
20. Ocean
They get dressed and walk barefoot on the beach. Dom’s got goose bumps, but she’s comfortable. The tide washes over her feet and sand sticks between her toes. Dom holds her hand, and she’s reminded that he does these things when they’re alone.
What he doesn’t know is they’re not really going to be alone ever again, between the wolf pack and the Slayers, Faith and Oz.
Dom stops and watches the water.
“I missed you,” he says, but what she hears under the crash of the waves is, I’m sorry, I was wrong.
She squeezes his hand and smiles.