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This isn't finished, and it probably never will be because I SUCK at writing sex scenes, Cause I giggle every time I type 'penis'. I blame it on my immaturaty.

But I do like what I've written so far of it. It's pretty rare when I'll read back through something I've written and not have much to complain or correct. So...yeah.


Summer in Los Angeles was almost like spending the season in hell. Rain didn't come often enough and every day was spent being hot and sticky. And in the most unsexy way possible. Working in an auto shop didn't really shed anything positive on the situation, either. There was an air conditioner, but when there's cars coming in and out of the garage all day all the AC does is waste electricity. At least, that's what Dom said, and Dom was the boss.

Nitro sighed, slipping out from underneath a nice, sporty car. The make and model was irrelevant to her, as it wasn't her style at all. Dirt and sweat smattered her body and she gave a quick glare across the garage. Sure, because it was so hot she wore nothing more than a tank top and some shorts, but that caused all kinds of leering looks at her when she wasn't paying attention. But they all knew not to let her catch them staring, or they'd get a wrench upside the head. She stood up, pausing to brush off her cargo shorts before she surveyed the garage, debating on if things were well enough taken care of and under control for her to take a quick break and chat with Mia.

The nice thing about dating your boss is you can do pretty much whatever. But then, she wasn't really dating him as they were just, ah, friends with benefits. He infuriated her far more often than they got along, but damn if he wasn't a good fuck. But with them, it's one of those things that they kept hush-hush, as she was only 17 and he was 20. She was far more mature in her age, and looked almost 19, this was something Dom didn't realize when they first met. And she didn't keep him from her, so they were both to blame should things get out. So they simply pretended like there was some kind of relationship there, friends or otherwise, and no one was the wiser that all they were were fuck buddies.

She strolled into the resturant part of the garage, looking about for Mia, who seemed nowhere around. Her bird, however, was perched on its swing in its cage. Hopping about and tweeting happily. She snickered to herself a bit, knowing Dom would be nowhere around here because he hated the little feathered beast. Which relieved her, because she really didn't want to wind up holed up in his office right now. She was far too disgruntled and hot to deal with more of it. She walked over to the cooler and grabbed a pop, cracking it open for a long, cold drink. She took a seat on a nearby stool and started skimming through a racing magazine that was laying nearby, happy to be out of the sweltering garage and resting for a moment.

Dominic was thankful he'd finished all the damn paperwork for the store. Taxes were coming up and it's something that needed to be done ASAP. He pulled up in front of the shop, dreading having to get out of his nice, air conditioned car. He soaked up some more of the cool air before throwing himself back into the heat. A beep-beep noise signaled the car locking up as he entered the front of the shop. As he spotted Nitro sitting at the counter, he was suddenly glad that there weren't actually any doors at the entrance, just a large doorway where a shutter was pulled down at closing. He slowed his pace a bit, approaching her as quietly as a cat stalking its prey.

Nitro was oblivious, she'd found some nice parts for her car she wouldn't mind investing in and was reading up on them. She'd heard a car in the general vicinity, but thought nothing of it, as it was an auto shop and they did fix cars. So there was always some kind of noise around. Most of it had simply become a buzz in the background that she didn't pay any mind to anymore. She didnt' even know Dom was anywhere around until she felt a pair of cool arms wrap around her shoulders. She would have jumped up, had he not had ahold of her, so instead she grumbled a bit. She was sure this was going to lead somewhere she didn't want it to right now.

Dom grinned at her as he felt her jump. "Nice to see you, too." He said, smirking at the fact that she seemed so unhappy to see him.

"Dom, seriously. If you say you want to fool around I'm going to stab your balls. It's hot, I'm sweaty and nasty from work." She said to him, obvious distaste in her tone. She was so far from being sexy or frisky right now that she couldn't imagine why he would be either. Then again, he was the one dressed in clean clothes, not ones that smelled and were soaked in sweat.

Dom frowned a bit at the stabbing comment, he didn't like that at all. He eased his grip up, so if she wanted to pull away she could. "You're so very angry. Really now, did I say anything about fooling around?" He smirked, a michevious glint in his eyes. "Unless you're not telling me something..." He said to her before looking her over. "I don't know, I think you look pretty sexy."

Nitro shrugged out of his grasp, spinning the stool around and glaring at him. "Yeah, it's part of my charm." She grumbled before continuing. "No, you didn't, but you aren't affectionate unless you want something. 99% of the time, it's sex." She frowned again at the sexy comment, rolling her eyes a bit. "You're a mechanic, of course you think it's sexy. Any one of the race whores could be covered in grime and grease and you'd be all over them."

He rolled his eyes in return at her, not making the effort to argue with the affectionate comment for various reasons. The main one being he didn't feel like fighting with her over it. The second was because it was partially true. But she never responded to the affection that didn't have an underlying sex-related motive, so it was pointless to bother. "No, race whores would not be sexy covered in grime and grease. The reason I find it sexy on you is because you've actually been working on cars. All that grunge is the result of you actually putting time and effort into the car." He replied straightforwardly. It wasn't that he found the grime to be sexy, it's that he found a female knowing so much about cars and racing incredibly sexy. There was a difference.

"Right." Was all Nitro replied with, obviously not convinced at his statement. He was a manwhore or, at least he was before they were together. Hell, he'd slept with some chick while they were apart for a few weeks. She still brought that up when he did something stupid, but she was a vindictive bitch.

Dom frowned, waving a hand in the air. "Alright, fine. I don't feel like pressing the matter and fighting with you about it." He began to walk towards his office. "Finish your break then get back to work." He said before entering the office and putting no effort into pulling the door shut.

Nitro opened her mouth to reply, but didn't get the chance to as he walked away and started acting all...bossly. She glared holes into his back as he went into his office, seriously peeved that he simply blew her off like that. But she wasn't going down that easily, oh no. Dom wanted to play his little games, she would play hers.

She took a moment to take a drink of pop before going about tying her shirt in a knot in the back, showing off her stomach. She also too a second to pull her shorts so they hung just barely on her hips, showing off the top of her bikini-style underwear. She kicked her shoes off, shoving them behind the resturant counter, then headed over to the office door.

Not actually closing the door was probably a bad idea on Dom's part, or it was intentional. Whichever it was, Nitro took advantage of it as she approached. She pulled it open a bit and leaned against the frame. "Mr. Toretto?" She said in her best innocent, I'm-Not-Plotting-Anything voice.

Dom was seated at his desk, papers here and there and he seemed to be jotting things down in a folder. When he heard her he grunted, not looking up from his work. "What is is, Nitro?" Was his reply. Either he was being an ass or he was playing along with the little employee/boss game that had begun.

Nitro frowned a bit to herself, then went back with the facade. "Mr. Toretto, I need some help..." She said slowly, coating it with want. She may have just been playing around with him, but she acted it out oh so well. She walked towards him, her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back against the chair. She slowly straddled him, every movement caculated. Once on his lap, she wasted no time. Mouth on his neck with hot, careful breaths. Her hands trailed down his chest over the ribbed tank top he wore, digging her nails in here and there on her way down. They quickly reached his jeans, almost fumbling with the button as she was beginning to get caught up in her little act.

Dom was caught off guard at first, not entirely expecting Nitro's advances, but he never once stopped her. He responded to her actions as they happened. His lips on her neck, kissing, nipping, licking. His hands on her thighs, then under her ass, lifting her up onto the desk.

Nitro let out a suprised 'oh' as she was lifted up. She didn't respond otherwise, simply letting him do what he wanted, because she knew where he was going. Kisses fell along her neck, her collarbone. He slid her shirt up, giving much attention to her breasts. Each action caused Nitro to gasp a little. He continued down to her stomach. His fingers unbuttoned her shorts and she helped in pulling them off, along with her underwear.

Dominic paused a moment, tossing the shorts and underwear off to the side. Better to have them out of the way, after all.


Nitro is keeperofdreams' character. Dom is Dominic Toretto from The Fast and The Furious. Mia's from TFAF, too. So those two aren't mine. Ignore typos and grammatical errors and the like. I'm not posting this to impress anyone.

But, uh. Enjoy?

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