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Subsequential	By : Chriscent Category: 1 through F > Fast And The Furious, The > Male/Female Views: 2164 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: 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.

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Carra was an early riser. Born of a time when she'd've been lucky to get four hours of sleep in a row, it had just continued. She'd pull an hour nap in the afternoon if she felt like it, but usually she was content with just those few hours at night.

No surprise that she had the house to herself. Marg had the weekend off and Martin didn't normally venture into the house before nightfall unless called. That Dom was still out surprised her a bit, but she didn't know when he'd gone to bed. He could've been up for hours.

Better this way, she wanted to get some things done.

A few phone calls, one of them stirring Martin out of his bed, and she'd arranged her day's activities, which didn't include work.

It was around nine when Dom shuffled into the kitchen, just as the doorbell rang.

"Perfect timing," Carra told him as she moved past him, smiling. "Have a seat."

Multiple deliveries, paid for over the phone when she ordered. A stack of three boxes and a bag went on the hall bench while she carried the two other bags into the kitchen.

"What's this?" Dom asked, eyeing her.

Bags down, she lifted out a covered dish, "Breakfast."

There were four covered dishes altogether. She hadn't known what he'd like so she'd gotten several plates, all with a variation of egg, and each with a different meat and potato. Shoulda known, he nearly cleaned all three plates, skipping several of the breads and both the small portion of menudo and black pudding.

Carra smiled as the black pudding got pushed off his plate. She couldn't stand the stuff either, but she took the menudo for herself.

"Who'd you get presents for?" Dom asked after he finally stopped putting food in his mouth.

"You."

That had his attention and he stared at her until she hopped up to get the packages. "I guessed at your size, so I had them send a belt. Hopefully I wasn't too far off. Your shoes were out here though." She set the stack down, the top one a shoe box, and took the bag off the top. "I had them pick out the more… personal items." She smiled at his raised brow.

"You bought me clothes?"

She smiled and nodded, "I made plans for today and I thought you might want to wear clothes that were clean."

"And the shoes?"

She shrugged one shoulder, "I was on a roll."

He just stared at her and Carra got the impression he was pissed. Just wait till he found out what else she'd done.

"Let's go then. Go get dressed. We should be getting there soon."

Dom got up slowly. "Not gonna tell you you didn't have to do this."

She smiled, "Nope, you're not."

A crinkle of a frown, but then he slid the stack off and left the kitchen.

Carra was already dressed, so she stacked up the dishes, throwing away the extra food and disposable covers.

It only took Dom a few minutes to dress. Carra turned when she heard the door open. A smile spread her lips, and his slowly matched. He looked good. Damn good.

Black jeans, a little snug in all the right places, thick black boots to match. His shirt was white, and sleeved. She'd never seen him in sleeves. The material was ribbed and hugged him everywhere, the buttoned collar open, showing the contrast of his skin.

"Hot out for sleeves," he complained. She assumed it was a complaint, after all he'd probably not worn sleeves for a reason.

"It's required."

He tugged at the cuffs and gave a short nod. "Then it'll do."

She had a small leather bag and she pulled out a mobile walkie talkie cell. "You're gonna need this. Just hang onto it for now."

He flipped the phone open, inspecting it. "Leaving me?"

Carra smiled, "Not at all."

They headed out of the house, to the garage where Martin was waiting.

"Did you get everything taken care of?" Carra asked as she came down the walk.

"Yes, ma'am. Got through four today and everything you asked for is there."

She gave him a wink and a smile, "Thanks, Martin. Was it too much trouble?"

"Not a bit. I had me say and it went my way."

Carra bit her lip. Yeah, she bet it had. The man had a way of getting things done.

Dom followed into the garage. The motorcycle had been on the right side, but now they entered the left. Cars that had been covered were now gassed and ready to go.

"Shit," she heard Dom mutter behind her.

She was grinning as she turned, "Problem?"

"You had these in here and we rode a crotch-rocket?" He was eyeing her cars with a male's appreciative eye.

"I don't take these out often."

He moved past the first car to the second in line, moving around its front end. "I can see why. These are fucking beautiful."

Carra would agree, but couldn't help laughing at his tone. In truth she didn't know anything about cars, but she had the internet. When she'd decided she wanted to buy a fast car that was also street-legal she went searching. Money wasn't a huge obstacle, but between these two it had been an issue.

Both were '02's, one a jet black Chevy Lingenfelter Corvette, the other a reflectively silver Lamborghini Murcielago. Give or take a few thousand they'd cost her half a million, and were worth every penny.

For ten minutes Carra followed Dom as he checked out the two cars, getting in, lifting hoods, looking under. She was actually getting bored.

"So, which one do you want to drive?"

He'd been leaning over the engine of the Corvette, apparently impressed by something in there. She watched him still and then slowly tilt his head to see her around the edge of the hood. She'd shocked him alright, he looked like he might start crying if she laughed at her own 'joke'.

"You'd trust me to drive this?"

So it was the Corvette he was hot for, she should've known. There was something about American muscle attracting… American muscle!

Carra raised a brow as she looked at him, arms crossed in front of her, "Is this a trick question?"

He frowned and stood up all the way. She saw Martin smiling at her from near the door, but it was Dom she was looking at.

She stepped closer to him, her voice lowering, "I don't know that much about you, but I would think you'd be the first person I'd trust."

A blink of surprise, but his shoulders straightened, his gaze never leaving hers.

"The question is: would you be safer with me in the car, or should I drive the Lamborghini?"

He glanced sideways at the foreign car, but then kicked up a smile. "Ride with me."

Carra frowned, "I was kind of looking forward to taking out the Lamb."

He shook his head, gently lowering the hood until it clicked into place. "No. Drive with me."

She smiled, not averse to riding with him. She'd love to see him in it, see his reaction, which she suspected would be one step from giggling. Finally she nodded. "Martin, could you move the Lamb out?"

Dom drove the 'Vette with a skilled handling that could only come from many years behind the wheel. Carra wasn't surprised in the least. She knew how the car drove, power at your fingertips, and she knew Dom would know how to make it perform. Not once did he scare her with being reckless, even though it was one of the wildest rides she'd ever been on.

Pulled over only once. Carra smiled through the whole thing, mostly because of Dom's silly smile. No chagrin there. She explained the arrangement to the officer, gave him the paperwork and then took the ticket with a smile. She'd pay it, gladly.

"Okay, that will be enough terrorizing the streets," she said as they pulled away from the side of the highway, the cop still following.

Dom frowned, obviously not in a hurry to park.

For ten minutes Carra gave directions, leading him where she wanted to be.

When he turned down the road that only led to a track, recognizable by the large fenced-in area, observation buildings and stands, he turned a nearly accusatory look at her.

Carra just smiled, "Drive around to the back, please."

He did slowly, taking the road below the sign 'Drivers Only' only after she nodded at his questioning look.

Around the back a row of garage doors faced away from the track, most of them closed, but two were open with a group of guys standing around the entrance. Across from the doors in a paved clearing sat four cars, two of them hers, the other two Dom's, including the car Leon had given him.

"What the fuck is this?" He stopped the car and climbed out before he finished the question, walking to the front of the car to look at the row of cars.

Carra got out and moved closer, but not too close, she wasn't one hundred percent sure how he'd react to what she'd done.

He turned finally, "How did you get these here?"

"Martin."

He turned back to look at the group of men, all in matching coveralls, who were now looking back.

"It's for you," Carra said softly. "The track is yours for the day. The crew too. I thought you'd want your own cars to drive."

Narrowed eyes turned on her, "Why?"

She smiled, "For Leon. He'd like this, want you to see there's a different way."

"And your cars are for what?"

Carra gave a little shrug, her smile turning to a grin, "Thought I could lap you a few times."

He stepped towards her, a hand reaching out and she almost flinched. But then that powerful arm was hooked around her neck and she was yanked forward. Just a hug, kind of. He held her to his chest, those muscles flexing around her throat, nearly cutting off her air.

She felt his face touch the top of her head, just touching. Her hands were against his sides, ready to push away if he tried to make this any more intimate, or hurt her.

After a second when he didn't move she did push against him. "You going to race me, big guy, or you gonna stand here hugging me."

He released her, a nod tilting his head as he gave her a small smile. She took it as thanks, or something like that.
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