Hey, this will be a two shot. The title was inspired by a ling in the song Don't Bother by Shakira. If you guys have an requests/prompts for a oneshot, let me know. I'm also apologising in advance for an mistakes, because I was so tired and I just wanted to get it up for you guys!

Disclaimer: I do not own the title, or the characters.

No one really knew the right way to describe Dominic Toretto and Leticia Ortiz's relationship.

Partners in crime.

Two peas in a pod.

Bestfriends.

As much as those words said about the two of them they weren't the perfect ones to describe what happened between the two. And the reason that no one could entirely find the way to describe the relationship was because no one knew exactly what it was. There was endless speculation but nothing was ever confirmed. Every now and then, something would get brought up, usually when they were drunk, usually one of the boys. Vince Martin would joke around that he hadn't seen Dom with another girl in a long time, and did it mean he was hooked up on someone. Or Leon Eppes would say that maybe getting screwed could take the frown off Letty's face. They would get amused looks, sometimes Dom would smirk and say something about how it would take a pretty special chick to hold him down. Whatever the case, they were careful not to let anyone in on exactly what happened behind closed doors.

And things definitely happened.

"Just stay another half hour," Dom grumbled as he rolled over, looking across the room to where Letty was pulling on a shirt over her bra. She glanced at him over her shoulder as she pulled her hair in a ponytail.

"Nah, man," she murmured, searching for her skirt. "Mia's been getting up earlier and earlier to study. I don't want to get caught doing the walk of shame down the stairs." Dom rolled his eyes, and then grunted as he got out of bed and came over to where she was standing by the door.

"Aight, girl," he mumbled, dropping a quick kiss to her mouth. "I'll see you at breakfast." Letty slipped out of his room, shutting the door with a practiced silence that came from the last two years of sneaking around. The twenty-one year old lay back on his bed, linking his hands behind his head and staring up at the ceiling. They had been doing this for a while now, and it felt just as good as the first time. Every now and then, he would wonder if he should propose the idea of a relationship with her, but it was like she could sense it. She would stop coming up to his room, stop sending him dirty looks across the garage, and he would end up between the sheets with a nameless racer chaser. After a year and a half, he realized that it was her way of telling him that he couldn't commit to her, even if he tried. That was one of the things he appreciated most about Letty; most girls would throw a hissy fit if they were screwing around and he couldn't stop himself from fucking another. Letty just seemed to accept it. He wasn't sure how she really felt about it, because she never said anything. Sometimes, he thought she was jealous, when she was drinking in the kitchen with Mia and he would walk toward the stairs with his arm around a racer bunny. She would narrow her eyes and he would see the corners of her mouth tighten. But then she would turn back to Mia, or Leon, or whoever she was talking to, and not spare him another glance.

What he had said to the boys was true though; it would take a pretty special chick to hold him down. And maybe, in a year or two, when he was more mature, he would settle down with her. Whenever he thought about ten years from now, it was always Letty who was there with him, swearing like a sailor and drinking them all under the table. He hadn't told anyone about it, he hadn't even told Letty how he felt, but he was pretty sure she knew. Sometimes he would go to bed twice, even three times with the same girl. But he didn't go back for two years. And he didn't show the kind of respect he did to the Latina.

Nah, he knew Letty was the girl for him. And when he was ready, he was going to make her his.

"Dom," Mia's voice was quiet. "Dom, how much longer is this going to carry on?" Dom looked over at his sister with lazy eyes.

"Don't know what you're talking about, Mi," he shrugged. Mia tried not to groan in frustration, knowing that it wasn't going to get her anywhere.

"Whatever the hell is going on with Letty," she replied. "You guys just need to get together already." Dom gave her a small smile and shook his head.

"You should know better than anyone, Mia," Dom grinned. "I don't think she'd have me." Mia didn't find what he said funny and turned back to the sink. The smile dropped from Dom's face and he knew that she was upset. When things had started between him and Letty, Mia had probably been the most understanding. The boys had joked about it endlessly, from the first time they saw Letty going red in the office when they had come back from lunch early. They poked and prodded at the pair of them until they realized they weren't getting anywhere. Mia hadn't said anything. After a year or so, she began getting annoyed, but still didn't say anything. Sometimes, when they began leaving a party early, shooting each other looks from across the room, Mia would block Dom's path and ask him where he was going. He would make some lame ass excuse and push past her and Mia would growl under her breath. But he knew that after nearly two years, she was getting upset that he wouldn't talk to her, tell her what was going on.

But the truth was, even if he wanted to talk about his and Letty's relationship, he couldn't.

Because he wasn't entirely certain of what was going on between them either.

Leon, Vince and Jesse Lomas had left over half an hour ago, leaving Dom and Letty alone in the garage. Letty was bent over the engine of a car, her fingers skimming over the engine and grease staining her skin. Dom had just finished up, and was now leaning against the wall, staring at her ass. Letty hadn't become aware of his eyes yet, and when she straightened up and stretched, Dom licked his lips when her shirt rose and exposed the smooth skin of her back. She hadn't been up to his room in nearly two weeks, and just being in the same room alone with her was getting him aroused. She finally turned around and saw him, an eyebrow raising and her lips turning upward in a smirk.

"Enjoying the view, man?" Her voice came out lazy, and husky, and Dom felt his fingers curl in response to the sexy tone.

"It's not bad," he replied, meeting her smile with a smirk of his own. Letty nodded once but stayed where she was, leaning against her car. Dom stared at her for a moment before pushing off the wall and coming over to her, putting his hands on either side of her on the car behind her. He heard her breathing catch in her throat as his firm chest pressed against her breasts, and he purposefully moved slightly, knowing that her nipples would be hardening under her shirt. "You haven't been in my bed in a while, Let," he growled as he dropped a kiss to her shoulder, and then to the curve of her neck, his lips slowly making their way up to her jaw bone. She tilted her head back, her fingers going to his hips and digging in as the sensations his mouth was making rushed through her body.

"You haven't been lonely. I saw the blonde skank sneak out the other morning," Letty murmured. Dom's lips faltered against her cheek at her words, and he couldn't help but feel guilty. He knew they had never made a commitment to each other, but two years with the Latina frequenting his bed, he felt he owed her something. "I'm not looking for an explanation, Dom," Letty's voice was soft and brought him back from his thoughts. "You don't owe me anything." She lifted her hands to his face and brought it around to meet her lips.

Dom wasn't sure how he felt about those words. You don't owe me anything. As the more time went on, he almost wanted to owe her something. He wanted her to know that she wasn't just another lay. But it was like she didn't want to know it, with the way she kept throwing up walls when he thought they were getting somewhere, he was pretty sure that she was reminding herself of his personality, as much as she was reminding him. It was as though she needed to see him with another girl to stop herself from feeling for him. He saw the way she looked at him sometimes, all soft and trusting, and then she would blink angrily, like she was pissed off at herself for feeling that way.

As he pulled her shirt over her head, his hands skimming over her stomach and going to her breasts, he realized that her eyes were distant. And it didn't matter how hard he kissed her mouth, or how soft he touched her centre, she still looked as though she were a hundred miles away.

"Yo, Letty!" Vince's shout echoed through the house. "Phone for you!" Letty grumbled under her breath as she got off her place on the sofa and made her way in the hallway. She took the phone from Vince and put it to her ear. Vince came back into the lounge, taking her spot on the sofa, exchanging a grin with Jesse, knowing Letty was going to give him a good kick when she came back in.

"Who was that on the phone?" Dom asked, trying not to appear to interested.

"I dunno. Sounded like a long distance call," Vince shrugged, his attention on the TV. Dom forced himself to stay where he was for another ten minutes, before getting up and casually making his way into the hallway. Letty wasn't there, and the phone was back on it's hook. He frowned and walked down the hall to her bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. He hadn't been in Letty's room for a good few months now, she was adamant about her privacy and usually the door was firmly shut. He opened it with the toe of his boot and was more than a little surprised when he took in the room. The drawers were all pulled out and empty, and the blankets were all folded at the end of her bed. He frowned and shut the door behind him, Letty giving a slight jump as she realized she wasn't alone.

"Fucking hell, man," she grumbled, turning back to the bag in front of her.

"What's going on here, Let?" He asked.

"It's a, uh, long story," Letty muttered before she finally turned around to face him. He wasn't sure how many times he had seen that expression on her face over these past few weeks. Strained, distant...As though something was weighing down on her. Dom wasn't sure how to approach her when she was like this, Letty didn't like talking about her feelings—that was more Mia's forte. And Dom wasn't one to talk about this kind of shit either. "Look, I need to take off for a few weeks." Dom's eyes widened.

"What?" He snapped.

"Look, a couple weeks ago my mum called from the DR and said my dad's real sick. She said that he should recover, but she just rang and said he's in hospital," Letty crossed her arm over her chest and took in a deep breath. Dom moved so he was standing directly in front of her and reached out and rubbed one of her arms lightly. She took a step back, moving away from his touch. "I don't want your pity—"

"God, it's not pity, Let!" Dom growled at her, annoyed at her response. "It's comfort, or whatever. You're family." Letty's gaze was still guarded, but she didn't pull away when he reached out again and gripped her elbow. He pulled her closer to him and his arms went around her waist, locking her small body against his. "You take all the time you need, Let. And you know we're always going to be here for you."

After a week of Letty being gone, she rang. The boys were out and Mia took the call. When everyone came home, Dom frowned when he saw Mia sitting at the kitchen table, holding the phone in her hands and staring down blankly.

"What's up, Mi?" Brian O'Conner asked, dropping his hands to his girlfriends shoulders.

"Letty's dad died," Mia murmured.

Letty didn't come home for months. She barely called, and when she did, it was only when Mia was home. Dom found himself getting more and more annoyed. She seemed to time her phone calls when she knew that everyone was at work—as though she was purposefully avoiding him. He tried not to over think things, but he couldn't help it. Letty had been a part of his life since she was nine years old and he was eleven, and when she turned seventeen and crawled into his bed one drunk night, she had become a lot more than just a friend. He rang her mothers number once, the one she had left with Mia, but no one had answered. He hadn't tried again. Ringing a girl once was already a milestone in his life, even if she hadn't answered.

"Hey, Mia," Leon called across the room one Sunday afternoon. "Any news from Letty?" Dom could have kissed Leon for asking the question he had been dying to ask for the past few weeks. Mia paused in the doorway from where she was carrying a pile of washing.

"Yeah," Mia's eyes flickered over to Dom who was watching her intently. "She said that her mums having a hard time keeping things together since her dad died. She's, uh...She's not sure when she's going to be able to get back." Dom felt his face closing up at her words and turned to the TV, his expression stoic. "She's going to try and get back for Christmas." Dom's head snapped up at that.

"Christmas?" He snapped. "That's three months from now!" Vince, Leon and Jesse all looked surprised at the outburst, although they had been noticing his worsening temper over the months that Letty had been gone. "So what, we're a holiday stop now?"

"C'mon, Dom," Vince murmured from his spot on the ground. "It's her ma." Dom didn't reply to that, just got up and stormed out of the room.

Eventually it was confirmed that Letty was going to be back for Christmas. Dom managed to catch her on the phone once, coming home on his lunch breaks almost every day and intercepting a call from Mia. The conversation was broken, and awkward, and finally Letty said she had to go. Dom wasn't sure what he had expected, but it was something more than what he got. Although, to be fair, when they had been alone together, talking wasn't something that they did.

Now all he had to do was wait for Christmas.

Mia had gone to pick up Letty from the airport by herself, saying that they needed to have 'girl talk'. She had cleaned the house and left the boys beginning dinner. Dom could barely keep still as they waited for the two girls to arrive. Six months was most definitely the longest time he had ever gone without seeing her, and he missed her like he was missing a part of himself. When Mia's car finally pulled up in the driveway, Dom had to force himself to stay in the kitchen, not to appear over eager. Jesse bounded outside and a moment later, came back in with his arms around Letty.

Dom couldn't take his eyes off her.

She grinned and laughed, giving Leon a hug and Vince a punch on the arm. She sounded the same, and she moved the same but there was just something different about the way she looked. Her hair was longer, straighter. She was wearing makeup—eyeliner, gloss, and eye shadow. And her clothes...She was wearing a tight grey mini-dress which enunciated her long legs and slim figure, with a cropped leather jacket over top. She finally ended up in front of Dom, and everyone tried to pretend they weren't watching them closely. Dom stared down at her and Letty met his gaze before he finally wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her to him.

"Since when you wear dresses?" Was his only grunt to her.

It took them two days until they fell against each other, naked, their lips fused together. She had come by the garage late, after everyone had already left. He was leaning against a car, sweaty from his days work, and looking as alluring as hell. Letty licked her lips as she came over to him, putting a hand down on the car next to him. He had looked to the side, following her hand up to her arm, to her shoulders and then finally to her face. Not a word was exchanged as he straightened up and stared down at her. Just being this close to him and all his raw masculinity made Letty's body begin to heat and her toes curl. His hand slowly made it's way up her skin and she tilted her neck back, shivers racing through her as his hand found her neck, rubbing soft circles at the base. Her eyes fluttered shut and her breathing came out short and harsh.

When her eyes opened, and she met his glazed orbs, she lunged at him. As they fell onto the old couch at the back of the garage, Dom couldn't believe he had gone this long without her. The way she knew his every move, the way she met his every stroke, the way she stared up at him and challenged him to bring her to her next high—Letty was an addiction, and he had been too long without his fix.

Letty announced her official move to the Dominican Republic a week after Christmas. The boys had been asking her when she was moving back into her room and she told them it wasn't going to happen. Mia didn't look particularly surprised. Dom, on the other, stormed out of the room, his face a thunder cloud. Letty had watched him go, her face tense, but she hadn't moved from her spot on the couch. It wasn't until he actually came back and physically dragged her out of the room that everyone knew it would be wise to leave the house. And they almost weren't quick enough—Vince could already hear the shouting begin as he was shutting the front door.

"You're just going to drop a bomb like that on us—on me?!" Dom roared as he slammed his door shut.

"You're hearing it just as soon as everyone else!" Letty snapped back. "Don't act like I was just keeping it from you!"

"But you should have given me a heads up—Mia didn't look particularly surprised!"

"Probably because Mia has been emailing me, and phoning me almost everyday!" That stopped Dom in his tracks. He frowned and turned to look at her.

"I thought you only rang a couple times a month," he stated. Letty crossed her arms over her chest.

"If that's all that Mia's been saying, then that's her business," she snapped. Dom didn't know whether to scream or cry. He couldn't believe that Mia hadn't told him she had been in so much contact with Letty—and he couldn't believe that Letty hadn't made that effort for him. Finally, he seemed to decide that he was more hurt than angry. He stared down at her, his eyes glowing with pain.

"Why didn't you contact me, Let?" His voice broke slightly and Letty had to look away to stop the guilt showing on her face.

"I didn't contact Leon or Vince or Jesse—"

"Don't try that with me, Letty," his voice was slightly harsher now. "What we had, it wasn't what you had with those other boys."

"We didn't really have anything, Dom!" Letty finally burst out. "We screwed around, we had fun—it didn't mean anything!" Dom growled under his breath.

"Didn't mean anything?!" He shouted. "Letty, how many mornings did I ask you stay?! How many afternoons at work did I ask you to wait for me?! How many times did I pass up another girl because I wanted it to be you in my bed?!"

"I didn't ask you to do any of that," Letty growled. "So don't act like you were doing me a favour."

"That's not what I meant! I just meant that we had something more than you ever had with those other boys! God, I thought we had enough that if you were planning on moving halfway around the world!" Dom couldn't believe that he actually had to spell it out for her. It was as though she was even denser when it came to relationships than he was. Letty pursed her lips and looked down at her feet. Dom frowned, realizing that for the first time, there was something else to what she was saying.

"I'm seeing someone, Dom," her voice was barely audible. He blinked twice.

"What?"

"There's this guy...He's the son of one of my mums friends," Letty was speaking quickly, as though she was trying to get it all out in one breath. "He's a great guy—amazing racer, better with cars that I am. And he—" she broke off.

"And he what?" Dom spat out.

"And he only sees me," she murmured. "I'm not just an option to him."

I'm really sorry about any mistakes! I will get the second chapter up soon. This chapter is reeeeeeally long, it was just going to be a oneshot, but then I realized I will just add in another half later.

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