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escritoireazulTitle: always she is dominant
Author: Carla
Disclaimer: Characters from The Fast and the Furious belong to Rob Cohen, etc.
Rating: 14+ for language (small language)
Summary: Home was once Coronas, fried chicken, and Dom.
Letty remembers Dominic sometimes.
She fucks other men, of course. Mostly they have fast cars (that go faster when she’s through with them) and mostly they have wallets thick with money (that are thinner when she’s through with them). Always she scares away the little girls in skank clothes because she knows cars and danger and is always dominant.
Dominic.
She thinks about him when she thinks about being dominant, because no matter how she thought she controlled him, she’s still left here, scarred and far away from home; when she puts her hands on an engine too soon and it’s still hot enough to burn the tips of her fingers; when she’s in the middle of sex and touches hair instead of smooth-rough bald skin; and when she hears men make promises she knows none will keep. She doesn’t warn the girls, though, because no one warned her and even if she/they did, they/she wouldn’t listen.
Letty can’t drink Coronas anymore and can’t stand the taste of fried chicken. She tried to give up cars, but grease runs through her veins, or gasoline, and she can’t live without exhaust fumes thick in her lungs and the feel of NOS kicking in at the push of a button.
She only uses it when she’s alone these days, driving west across the desert until she comes too close to California. She races her memories into the sunset and tries not to dream about dark skin in Mexico.
Author: Carla
Disclaimer: Characters from The Fast and the Furious belong to Rob Cohen, etc.
Rating: 14+ for language (small language)
Summary: Home was once Coronas, fried chicken, and Dom.
Letty remembers Dominic sometimes.
She fucks other men, of course. Mostly they have fast cars (that go faster when she’s through with them) and mostly they have wallets thick with money (that are thinner when she’s through with them). Always she scares away the little girls in skank clothes because she knows cars and danger and is always dominant.
Dominic.
She thinks about him when she thinks about being dominant, because no matter how she thought she controlled him, she’s still left here, scarred and far away from home; when she puts her hands on an engine too soon and it’s still hot enough to burn the tips of her fingers; when she’s in the middle of sex and touches hair instead of smooth-rough bald skin; and when she hears men make promises she knows none will keep. She doesn’t warn the girls, though, because no one warned her and even if she/they did, they/she wouldn’t listen.
Letty can’t drink Coronas anymore and can’t stand the taste of fried chicken. She tried to give up cars, but grease runs through her veins, or gasoline, and she can’t live without exhaust fumes thick in her lungs and the feel of NOS kicking in at the push of a button.
She only uses it when she’s alone these days, driving west across the desert until she comes too close to California. She races her memories into the sunset and tries not to dream about dark skin in Mexico.
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*Shiver*
Date: 2005-03-02 08:21 pm (UTC)Re: *Shiver*
Date: 2005-03-03 07:51 am (UTC)Couldn't resist, hope you don't mind... "He thinks of her..."
Date: 2005-03-03 03:52 am (UTC)Letty.
He makes me no promises, and therefore breaks none. I know he cares, on some level, but words of love don't come easily for him. He loved her though, its there, in his voice, while he dreams. She was tough, strong and cars were in her blood. I go with him when he races, but I can't join him, the way she did. My blood sings when I'm riding with him and he uses NOS, shooting us across the barren land in a rush of hot wind, but I could never drive that way. I'm not her.
Dominic.
I love him, but I'll never tell him so. During the day, he's mine, to touch, to kiss, to laugh with. At night, he's mine to make love to, to hold, to press against his chest and breathe in his scent. But once he falls asleep, he's gone, in another time, another place. He's with her still, living another life, one I have no part in. In his dreams, he still belongs to her.
Re: Couldn't resist, hope you don't mind... "He thinks of her..."
Date: 2005-03-03 07:50 am (UTC)I love that she sees the similarities between Letty and herself and that she knows she can never be dominant or drive that way or have all of Dom to herself.
These lines just killed me:
During the day he's mine though and into the night, when we make love, but when he dreams, he belongs to her still. In his sleep, he whispers her name.
He's with her still, living another life, one I have no part in. In his dreams, he still belongs to her.
Amazing and painful and so terribly sweet. Thank you for writing this in response to my ficlet! I love it!
Re: Couldn't resist, hope you don't mind... "He thinks of her..."
Date: 2005-03-08 11:54 pm (UTC)