Title: Calling It A Night
Author: L
Rating:NC-17 (language, violence, sexual situations)
Disclaimer: No harm intended. It's all in fun!
Note: Involves non cannon character, no specific time line
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Her name was Sydney, and just hearing that name drove him to distraction. He
would stop what he was doing instantly when someone would called out to her,
when her name echoed through the garage. His favorite time was late
afternoon when the heat was sweltering and she would come out into the bay,
fanning herself with a paper, sometimes a folder, lifting her long dark hair
and swipe at the gently beading sweat across the slight curve of her neck.
Her cool green eyes echoed her smile as she looked at him, the words always the
same.
 
"Vince.." She would pout, her full pink lips would complete the picture,
pushed out like a child told no once to often. "Make it cooler..."
And if it wasn't hot enough inside the building his blood would begin to
pump furiously through his veins, his body reacting to her instinctively.
His response was always to growl something that sounded completely
unintelligent to her ears, something that she would giggle at, and turn
leaving him to watch faded denim hugging her ass perfectly as she walked
away.
 
How had she come to be a part of their team? He thought about that often,
not recalling all of it, not remembering just how it transpired. He knew Dom
hired her after Mia had moved to New York with Brian, that she had appeared
just at the right moment and suddenly she was one of them. There was no
transition, no adapting, she had taken the place of the woman he was in love
with in every way, right down to taking over that aching need he'd harbored
for Mia. And like Mia, she never allowed him to close, never wanted him
beyond friendship, never invited him inside. But that was before the night
he woke in the trailer outside the garage, woke with the faint sounds of
someone rummaging inside the building.
 
Buttoning denim over sleep warmed skin, with fingers brushing over a
sculpted abdomen Vince listened carefully for the metallic clang to come
from the garage again. He rubbed at his sleep heavy eyes and shifted his
torso to glance out the small shadeless window, nothing but a glare of the
street light coming back to him.
 
"Fuck!" He hissed as he moved along the trailer to the door. He stepped out
into the thick muggy night. Padding across the space of asphalt and cement,
he paused at the garage's open door, a door he'd locked earlier himself.
Slipping inside he grabbed the first thing his hand encountered, a stainless
steel tork wrench gleaming in the faint light that filtered in from that
same street light.
 
Slipping along the cool smooth side of the Maxima, his eyes scanned the shadows.
Who?...." He barely got the word out of his mouth before there was another
deafening crash, sheet metal stacked against the far wall tumbling to the
floor. "Your one dead mother..."
 
"Vince..." Came her soft voice, almost to soft. He wasn't sure he'd heard it
at all, wasn't sure he trusted his own ears.
 
"Sydney?" He growled, the wrench gripped so tightly that the blood had been
pushed from his knuckles.
 
"Yeah, it's me..."
 
"What 're ya doin here?" He asked, walking over to the nearby workbench and
tossing the wrench onto it's rough surface. The overhead lights were
instantly clicked on with the hiss and pop of rejuvenated ozone.
 
"I don't know...It was the first place I thought about after..." She never
finished those words as Vince turned and caught his first real glimpse of
her. The molten blue and purple across her cheek stood out in sharp contrast
to her sunkissed skin, and he was across the garage in the space of a
heartbeat.
 
"Who the fuck did this to you?" His voice rose as his fingers encountered
the sappy thickness of drying blood as he grasped her chin and turned her
face towards him. He refused to release her face as she tried to pull away,
to hide the damage.
 
"A guy..." Was her whimpered response."I've been seeing him for a few months
now."
 
He lead her over to one of the wash basins against the wall. Using his bare
hand, he brought cool damp fingers up to swipe away the blood, cleaning her
skin and soothing the searing pain. "Looks like a few months too long."
"This was the first time...The first time he ever hit me." Her explanation
didn't go without notice.  He filed it away for later examination, later
thought. "I'll handle..."
 
"No. Don't V."Her voice left no room for argument, not even the passionate
one that he would have mounted. Recognizing pain among the other windfall of
emotions there, he turned the water off and lead her towards the office. "I' ll
call Dom and he'll come get you. Don't see why he wouldn't let you crash
with them." He reached for the phone and found her hand laying on top of his.
"Can I stay with you, V?"
 
Her question caught him by surprise, unprepared, and before he realized
what she was doing she was moving closer, hands caressing his bare chest.
"Please?" Her voice was a whisper against his skin as she leaned in and
dropped warm wet kissed near his flat male nipple.
 
"You sure?" His hand fell away from the phone, easing up to thread through
her sable tresses as her lips closed around the small nub. Pulling in a
hissed breath, he cut his eyes down to her.  His concern was quickly turning
to something very different, something that burned a trail through his gut
and settled with a hard throb at his groin.
 
"Yeah." Came her sultry response, her lips moving up to poise near his. "I
broke up with him tonight because I want you, Vince." She purred, her body
making contact in all the right places.
 
Firm demanding lips closed over hers, pulling a moan of pleasure from deep
inside. Vince pushed his tongue between her full soft lips, exploring the
textured cavern of her mouth, dancing along the edges of her tongue laying
claim to that space as his and his alone now.
 
Lifting her, he dropped her gently on top of the desk, breaking the kiss only
long enough to whip her white cottony blouse over her head. Dark eyes
caressed the twin globes that bobbed free and fingers were quick to take the
path his eyes had forged, kneading the heavy mounds, plucking at the tight
thick nipples.  His lips found hers again as her hand dropped from the
thick growth along his jawline to the waist band of his faded jeans.
Brushing her hand away, he made quick work at popping the button open. The
shrill rent of the descending zipper mingled with panted breaths a
devastatingly erotic sound.
 
He felt it an instant before she pulled away from the kiss, her eyes meeting his
and then dropping to the front of the imprisoning denim. Watching with a near
overwhelming anticipation, his eyes locked to her lower lip, locked where
she was nibbling so thoroughly. He nearly sighed in relief as she reached out
and slid her hand below the fabric, wrapping her fingers slowly around him,
gently squeezing, sampling the feel of his erect cock.Vince's eyes rolled in
his head as his hips pushed forward so demanding in his need. Her strokes
along his length were equally demanding he realized, punctuation in each
ascent of her fingers with a caress along the leaking slit at the mushroomed
head.
 
And so long moments of teasing foreplay continued, stoking the bon fire that
raged between them. Vince finally maneuvered her back against the desk as he
lapped at her puckered nipple, pulling it into his mouth to suckle. His
teeth scrapped along the warmed bud as he released it to apply the same
attention to its twin. A moan of near pain purged from his throat as she
whimpered for more than the pleasure of his mouth.
 
Positioned between her thighs he pushed the tiny scrap of leather, that was
her skirt, above her waist. Popping the seam at the side of her lacy panties
he pulled the intrusive material from between them. He pushed his jeans
lower down his thighs, releasing fully the thick shaft that sprang between
them. And before he could do little more than take a staggering breath her
hand was their guiding him into her slicked folds. He paused for the
briefest of seconds as he met her hunger warmed entrance. He took another
deep breath and pushed inward, watching her arch off the desk, her back
bowed as her lungs released a wild gasp.
 
"Mmmmm...Damn.." He hissed, setting a rhythm that was alternated between forceful
plunges and slow withdrawals. With every inch of his invading cock, low
whimpers of pleasure - mewling sounds - were produced for him, spilling from
her lips as a window to the wealth of pleasure he'd released inside her.
With his calloused hands anchored at her waist, his eyes glided over her, the
withering form before him. This vision that had only been tapped in his
dreams, dreams he's had more often than not was real, was flesh and blood,
was hot and tight. It was enough to seriously test his control, to be
tempted to let the mindless frenzy that lurked below the surface take over.
But no, it was the enemy, it would rob him of this first time with her, it
would end their time far to quickly. So, he fought his body, fought to
absorb every nuance of their sexual intensity before it was lost. And just
as his battle was won, it was lost in the space of a breath as he felt her
inner sanctuary clench tightly around him, her hips bucking wildly against
him. In the throws of her orgasm she was calling his name. He was lost, sent
into a spiral that could lead him to only one end. With his own howl of
gratification, he slammed into her body one last time, his body giving a wild
heave and releasing a creamy thick stream inside her.
 
From miles away he could hear her soft cooing of satisfaction as he
struggled to breath, his head laying cradled in the valley of her breasts. He
lay there listening to the hard thudding of her heart, comforted by the
sound above all else. With a heavy release of his breath he rose ever so
slowly from her torso, giving her a smile that was as devastating as it was
charming in a Vince sort of way. He found she followed his upward retreat.
Willowy arms were wrapped around his neck as he dropped her head against his
shoulder.
 
"Should have done this sooner." Her kiss was gentle, almost adoring.
 
"You got no idea how hard it was not to." His arms slipped around her,
pulling her closer even when nature was taking over to separate them.
 
"So, your gonna keep me then?" Her question was hopeful. Vince would've been
deaf not to hear that, not to hear the need to be wanted by him mingled in
her softly spoken words.
 
"Fuckin right."
 
In an instant fantasy had become reality. Vince had what he wanted. In the
depths of a long LA night, he found the part of him he'd missed for so long.
It was a shock to his system to become whole, to have the void inside
filled.
 
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