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Private Landing (Lewis Hamilton Fanfic)(2/?)

SUMMARY: In the high-speed world of Formula One, Lewis Hamilton subtly introduces a mysterious partner via Instagram after a slight mishap during an interview. Sparking media intrigue, everyone wants to know: who is the enigmatic figure that calls herself Mrs. Hamilton?

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PAIRINGS: Sir Lewis Hamilton x Aurora "Rorie" Phillips-Hamilton (faceclaim is Justine Skye)

WARNINGS: drama, angst, sexual content, formula one b.s., pre-established relationship (with flashbacks). RATED M (18+)

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A/N: A few things is changed in order to help with the flow of the story (i.e. having haute couture week happening during the week of June 19th, etc.) Please let me know if you want to be added/removed from the taglist. The headers/dividers are by @inklore

CHAPTER 2: Rorie's World

Rorie was swift with delivering Penni, and perhaps even the world, what they wanted. Lewis hovered close by as she sifted through her Instagram account, selectively archiving photos with their son's face before switching it over to a public account.

Lewis couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he looked at his wife, admiring the way her curves seemed to fit perfectly in all the right places: slender waist and widened hips that rounded out to a pert ass, all of which had become gifts after giving birth to their child, along with her full breasts that he loved to hold in his hands.

He couldn't help but feel proud and a little smug knowing that she was quite the catch; he knew she would cause quite a stir once the world got to know her.

Despite his initial concerns, Rorie's demeanor had noticeably changed. At first, it was subtle - her shoulders relaxed, her posture improved - but then as more followers and comments flooded her feed, a small smile began to appear at the corner of her mouth. It was a glimpse of that wild, unpredictable side that had initially attracted him to her all those years ago, the spark that made her a force to be reckoned with.

When they first met at a bar in New York City, she was a sharp-tongued, no-nonsense data analyst on Wall Street who had him wrapped around her finger by the end of the night. Lewis understood and admired her directness because he could relate on many levels, but he also discovered a softer side to Rorie when she talked about her interests and dreams.

Lately, however, ever since becoming a mother and throwing herself into their joint charitable foundation, Mission 44, her focus had shifted. She had become consumed by their son's well-being, pouring all her energy into nurturing him.

Don't get him wrong, Lewis adored the way Rorie doted on their son, Lyric. Seeing her gently cradle their child, singing lullabies in her melodious voice, was a sight that melted his heart every time. But he couldn't shake the lingering desire for her to rekindle the fire within herself - to dive back into her passions of music and fashion that once captivated her every thought.

There was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind, but he couldn't deny how amazing she was. He wanted to keep her all to himself, yet he also knew that her sense for both fashion and music needed to be shared with the world. Despite the unconventional approach, Lewis felt a sense of excitement brewing inside him for it all.

There was one thing that could not be doubted: Aurora Isis Phillips-Hamilton was that girl, and she needed her praises and recognition as soon as possible.

"Done," she said with a long exhale and placing her phone on the kitchen island. Running a hand through her braids, she looked like the epitome of stress as she began to pace back and forth across the hardwood floors.

Lewis watched her silently for a moment before calling out to her in a soft voice. "Baby..." Rorie was lost in thought and didn't respond. He tried again, using the nickname he gave her when they first started dating, "Aurora Borealis."

Rorie's head whipped over to him and she scowled. "Don't start with your shit, Carl," she snapped, using his middle name in return.

Lewis chuckled, knowing that nickname always got under her skin. "My bad, but I had to get your attention somehow." He raised his hands in mock surrender and took on a more serious tone. "Tell me what's worrying you. If you worried about them accepting you or not, let me—"

"It's not that," Rorie replied with an annoyed eye roll. She couldn't care less about public acceptance; all she wanted was to navigate this new situation successfully. Being in the public eye would disrupt her routine, which mostly revolved around being a mother to Lyric and supporting her husband. "I just don't know how to handle all of this."

Lewis could see the defeat and uncertainty in Rorie's eyes, and it broke his heart. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her protectively, placing a reassuring kiss on her temple. "Just be yourself, Rorie." She scoffed at his words. "No, seriously. Be the amazing woman you are. You're already incredible as a mum and leading Mission 44, but I want to see you on magazine covers and runways..."

"...headlining concerts and winning awards," Rorie finished for him with a teasing smirk, having heard this mantra from him countless times over the past five years.

"Yes, exactly," affirmed Lewis as he held her tighter. "The world needs to know your brilliance. Do you know how guilty I feel for keeping you cooped up in this penthouse, not sharing your genius with the world?"

She couldn't help but let out a disbelieving noise. "Funny how you're saying this now, but just wait until all these thirsty ass men flood my DMs."

A menacing glare crossed Lewis' face, a vein popping on his neck at the mere thought of some random man hopping in her DMs. "Don't play with me, Rorie, y'know I kill a nigga over you."

She studied him closely, incredulity written all over her face. He was a bit taller than her 5'4 frame, but she still couldn't imagine him as a killer. "Whatever you say, Pookie."

Her choice of endearment made him roll his eyes, but he couldn't help but smile at her playfulness. It was yet another thing he loved about her; she always knew how to make him laugh even in the most serious situations. But his smile quickly faded as the weight of their conversation settled on him once again. He knew Rorie was struggling with the idea of being in the public eye, and it hurt him to see her doubt herself.

"Listen, Rorie," he began, looking into her eyes with sincerity. "I know this is all new to you and it can be overwhelming. But I promise you, I will be by your side every step of the way."

Rorie's expression softened at his words, feeling grateful for his unwavering support. She leaned into him, resting her head against his chest as he continued.

"You are strong and talented and beautiful," Lewis said, placing a kiss on top of her head. "You have nothing to be afraid of."

Lewis always had a way of making her feel better whenever she was feeling down. They had been through so much together over the years and their bond only grew stronger each day.

Just then, Lyric's cries could be heard from down the hall. Rorie quickly pulled away from Lewis' embrace and headed towards their son's room. As she rocked Lyric back and forth, Rorie thought about the past five years. Despite the ups and downs of their relationship, she never imagined a life without Lewis by her side.

Almost two weeks later.....

Rorie broke the internet...figuratively, of course.

In the span of one week, she amassed a following of over four million and attracted support from a swarm of people. Famous individuals, media conglomerates, and fashion brands all wanted a piece of her, flooding her DMs with invitations to events, photo shoots, interviews, you name it.

Rorie was grateful for the opportunities that were coming her way, but it was also overwhelming. Despite being physically distant in Montreal, Lewis continued to support her and be her biggest advocate. With Penni’s help, Rorie had assembled a small yet highly effective management team consisting of Yael Quint, a specialist in brand and image consulting; Ro Morgan, a skilled hairstylist; and Fanny Maurer, an expert makeup artist. Together, they were gearing up to face their first challenge: the highly-anticipated Paris Fashion Week.

Amidst all the chaos, Lyric remained her top priority.Lewis had been away competing in the Canadian Grand Prix and he checked on her and Lyric through daily FaceTime calls. On the third day of Lewis' absence, he called late in the evening before he had to head off to qualifying session for the upcoming race.

"Hey beautiful," he said as soon as Rorie answered his call.

"Hey handsome," she replied with a smile.

"How are my two favorite people doing?" Lewis asked.

"We're good," Rorie said, gently swaying back and forth, holding Lyric in her arms. Her son had finally fallen into a peaceful slumber, sucking his thumb as he dozed off after throwing a fit.

"Has he been giving you a hard time?" Lewis joked.

Rorie chuckled, "Just a little. But it's nothing I can't handle."

"I know you can," Lewis said with pride in his voice. "I wish I could be there to help."

"I wish you were here too," Rorie admitted, feeling a pang of loneliness.

"Just a few more days and I'll be back," Lewis reassured her. "But hey, enough about me. How's everything going at your end?"

Rorie sighed, "It's been hectic but exciting. We have some big plans lined up for Paris Fashion Week."

"That's amazing! I'm so proud of you, baby," Lewis exclaimed. "To be honest, I was trying to have you join me at Pharrell's show, but I see you doing big things by yourself. I see you don't need me anymore, huh?"

She kissed her teeth at his teasing tone and pouty face. "Boy, bye. You know that's not true."

"Mmmhmm," he continued with a raised eyebrow and a hint of disbelief in his tone. "You say that now." After clearing his throat, his expression softened as he spoke again."For real, I am proud of you. What shows are you going to?"

"Mugler, Jean Paul Gaultier, and Balenciaga," she listed off quickly, eliciting a cheesy grin from Lewis.

"Some of your favorites," he acknowledged and she nodded in agreement. "Don't forget Rick Owens too; I'm planning to take you with me to one of his showrooms so we can see him and his wife in action."

"I can't wait," she said, a grin spreading across her face.

"Me neither," Lewis said with a smile that reached his eyes. "Just make sure to save some energy for Mummy/Daddy time when I get back."

His words were blunt, but there was also suggestive twinkle in his eye.

Rorie let out a soft gasp and scolded him, placing a hand over their sleeping son's ear. "Lewis, you can't say those things around him," she chided. "He's literally sleeping on my chest right now."

But Lewis couldn't resist teasing her, leering at her slightly exposed breasts with a smirk. "Shit, that's where I'm trying to be at the moment," he joked. "Plus, he's knocked out. He doesn't even know what's going on."

Lyric was indeed in a deep sleep, snoring softly. But Rorie couldn't let it slide.

"It's the principle," she shrugged off nonchalantly. "You can't be saying that."

Undeterred, Lewis continued with his flirtatious banter. "I mean, what do you want me to do? Lie? You look sexy as fuck right now, and I'm just a squirrel trying to get a n—"

"That's enough, Sir," interrupted Rorie with a glare, only fueling her husband's teasing.

His eyes darkened at her words and a groan escaped his lips. "Baby, you know I like being called that."

"Oh my goodness, I'm gonna hang up," threatened Rorie, her finger hovering over the end button. "I can't believe your so horny on main."

Lewis laughed at Rorie's threat, his dimples deepening as he playfully pouted. "Come on, babe. Don't hang up on me," he pleaded in a mock-whiny tone. "I miss you and I can't help it if my mind is always on you."

Rorie rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress the smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Even after years of marriage, Lewis never failed to make her feel desired.

"Fine," she relented, pretending to give in with a sigh. "But keep it PG-rated, okay? Our son's still here."

"You got it," Lewis said, sending her a wink through the screen before sitting up straighter in his seat. "So what else is going on? Have there been any discussions about collaborations or endorsements?"

"Endorsing who?" Rorie nervously giggled. "Let's just focus on Paris Fashion Week for now, we can worry about endorsements later. I have no idea about any of that."

"I don't know," Lewis said, "maybe Dior, Swarovski? Or even Tommy Hilfiger?"

"If you want me to join in on a campaign with you, just ask," she mumbled, partly in jest.

"Alright," Lewis replied, way too calmly for her liking. "Join me on a Tommy Hilfiger campaign."

Rorie couldn't believe her ears. She had always dreamt of working with a major fashion brand like Tommy Hilfiger, and now her husband was suggesting it as a possibility.

"Be so fucking for real right now. Are you serious?" she asked, her eyes widening in excitement.

"I'm so for real," Lewis confirmed with a nod. "Tommy's been looking for a new face to represent their brand. I'll mention you to him and see if he's interested."

Rorie's heart raced with anticipation. This would be insane and the fact that she could be doing it alongside her husband only made it more special.

"Thank you so much, Lewis," Rorie gushed, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

"You don't have to thank me," Lewis said with a smile, his love for her shining through his words. "I'll do anything to see you succeed."

Rorie felt overwhelmed with emotion as she leaned closer towards the screen, wishing she could wrap him in a tight hug.

Just then, they heard a soft whimper from their son and both turned their attention towards him. Rorie gently rocked him back and forth until he settled down again.

"I miss you guys so much," Lewis said wistfully, his eyes lingering on his family before turning back to Rorie's face on the screen.

"We miss you too," Rorie replied softly, feeling a surge of longing for her husband.

"This distance sucks dick," Lewis murmured before quickly shaking his head. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

"I know what you meant," Rorie assured him with a small smile. They both knew how hard long distance relationships were, but they were determined to make it work until they could be together again. "You have two days then we're together in Paris. Two days will go by so fast, Pookie."

"I know," he said with a hint of sadness,"but I can't help missing you guys." He glanced at the time on his phone. "I have to go to the track now, but I'll text you later. I love you."

"Love you too," Rorie replied before blowing him a kiss. Lewis caught it and placed it against his heart before ending their call.

Two days later, Rorie arrived in the romantic City of Love with Lewis by her side. She had been to Paris countless times before with him, friends, and even family, but she knew this trip would be different. It was her first time attending Paris Fashion Week and the city was bustling with people. The next few days would be a whirlwind of fashion shows, meetings with designers, and indulgent dinners at some of the city's most charming restaurants.

Rorie clung to Lewis like a lifeline, knowing she would need all the support she could get to survive it all. As they made their way to their hotel, she silently hoped that no one would discover she was there with her husband until she was ready to reveal it herself. With their son safely back home in Monaco with Nina, the couple finally had some time alone - and he intended to make every moment count.

It had been nearly two weeks since he last felt her touch, and there was only so much pleasure a man can get with his right hand. His mind was filled with fantasies of bending her in every position imaginable on any surface available and he wouldn't be surprised if she ended up pregnant by the end of their time in Paris.

The Mandarin Oriental Hotel sat majestically at the heart of Paris and was the perfect backdrop of a luxurious ambiance. The faint scent of fresh flowers and expensive perfume lingered as the couple headed inside the lobby.

They checked into their suite with sweeping views of the city's iconic landmarks. As soon as they entered the room, Lewis pinned Rorie against the door and claimed her lips in a passionate kiss.

"I've been waiting for this moment for so long," he said breathlessly after breaking the kiss.

Rorie smiled against his lips. "Me too."

Lewis and Rorie shed their clothes one by one, revealing their naked bodies to each other. He effortlessly lifted her up and carried her to the bed, where he worshiped every inch of her skin with his lips and tongue. Lewis knelt before her, his tongue lapping up her essence as his fingers explored her depths. With expert precision, his mouth found her clit and Rorie couldn't help but moan in pleasure.

“You want me to fuck you, baby?” His rough voice sent shivers through her as she eagerly nodded. "Use your words," he commanded.

"Yes..." she whimpered, arching her back.

"Good girl," he growled before diving back in with even more passion. "You taste so damn delicious."

“Mmmhmm,” was her reply and Lewis let out a hearty chuckle, which reverberated against her flesh.

His dick throbbed and pre-cum dripped from the tip as he stared eagerly at her. Using his saliva as lubrication, he slid easily into her waiting heat. Lewis spread her legs wide, pushing them up until her ankles were by her ears. Their harmonized moans filled the room as he took her with unbridled fervor. The sound of their bodies coming together and Rorie's melodic cries bounced off the walls. She tightened around him with each thrust, milking him for all he could give. Lewis' balls smacked against her rhythmically as he went deeper inside of her.

Rorie screamed in ecstasy, holding him tightly and dragging her nails down his back. He loved how she looked when she scrunched up her face in pleasure, how she called out his name like a sweet tune.

"Daddy! Yes...oh my God! Fuck me! Yes!"

Rorie couldn't believe how amazing Lewis felt inside of her, as if he was made to fit perfectly between her thighs.

Her moans grew louder, urging him on even more. She could feel his cock throbbing inside of her, signaling that he was close.

"Come for me, baby," Lewis groaned in her ear. "I want to feel you come around me."

With a final thrust, Rorie screamed out his name as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She clenched tightly around him as he spilled himself inside of her with a primal roar.

They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies tangled together as they rode out their climax. Lewis nuzzled his face into her neck, peppering kisses along her skin.

"I love you," he whispered against her skin.

"I love you too," Rorie replied, running her fingers through his hair.

Rorie's heart raced in her chest as she made her way through the crowded streets of Paris. Everywhere she turned, there were flashing lights and shouting voices, all vying for a glimpse of her.

"RORIE! OVER HERE!" The paparazzi called out as she arrived at the Mugler show during Paris Fashion Week.

With her head held up high, she gracefully walked down the red carpet, pausing every so often to strike a pose for the photographers. The chaos and excitement fueled her adrenaline, making her feel alive with every step she took. She could feel all eyes on her, and for a moment, she allowed herself to bask in the attention.

Yael's words from earlier echoed in her mind. Inhale, exhale, smile.

Rorie took a deep breath and focused on keeping a serene expression on her face as cameras continued to flash around her.

She couldn't help but think about how far she had come from being the unknown wife of Lewis Hamilton to being invited to attend one of the biggest fashion shows in one of the most iconic cities in the world. It was surreal but also incredibly fulfilling.

She greeted a few attendees as she entered the venue, making her way to her assigned front-row seat. She engaged in light conversation with the people around her, actively avoiding the paparazzi lurking on the sidelines.

The lights soon dimmed and the runway lit up with a spotlight and the models walked down the runway with fierce confidence, showcasing pieces from Mugler's latest collection. Rorie couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and inspiration as she watched each outfit pass by. As one of Mugler's biggest fans, Rorie felt honored to be sitting in the front row and experiencing the show firsthand.

Once the final model made her way down the runway, Rorie clapped along with the rest of the audience as the head designer appeared on stage for the final bow. The collection was breathtaking, with bold silhouettes and intricate details that captured the essence of Mugler perfectly.

After the show, Rorie joined the other attendees at the after-party. She mingled with fellow models and fashion industry insiders, exchanging compliments and light banter.

Rorie turned to see Yael approaching her with a glass of champagne in hand. Despite her cool and composed demeanor, she couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of potential opportunities coming her way.

"So, how did it feel to be sitting front row at Mugler?" Yael asked with a knowing grin.

"It was incredible. I still can't believe I'm here," Rorie replied, taking a sip of her champagne.

"Well, believe it because you deserve it," Yael said earnestly. "Everyone is freaking out. My emails are going batshit crazy with people trying to work with you."

Rorie's eyes widened in surprise. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. The possibility of working with big names in the industry was something she had only dreamed about before.

"No fuckin' way?!" she exclaimed, grinning widely. "Who?"

Yael smirked, clearly enjoying Rorie's reaction. She leaned in closer and whispered, "Lancome wants you to do a makeup campaign."

Rorie's mouth dropped open in shock. Lancome was one of the biggest beauty companies in the world and being approached by them was like winning the lottery.

"Are you serious?!" Rorie exclaimed excitedly.

"I never joke about business matters," Yael replied with a sly smile. "I've already set up meetings for next week with Lancome. You're going to kill it."

Rorie couldn't contain her excitement as she hugged Yael tightly.

"Thank you so much for everything," Rorie said sincerely.

Yael patted her back before pulling away and and raising her glass of champagne to clink it against Rorie's.

"Don't thank me yet," Yael said playfully. "This is just the beginning, Rorie."

With a loud pop, the cork of the Dom Perignon bottle flew into the air as bubbly liquid sprayed onto the floor, causing her to burst into a fit of giggles and Lewis to let out a curse under his breath.

"Shit," he said once the bubbles had settled and he managed to pour some into a glass. "I didn't mean for that to happen."

He handed her a glass and poured one for himself before raising it in a toast. He usually refrained from drinking, but this was a special occasion - his wife was making waves in the fashion world and she was currently in talks with Lancome for a partnership on a campaign.

When he heard this news, he immediately ordered a private dinner in their suite to celebrate. Lewis had ordered all of Rorie's favorite dishes from the hotel's restaurant and as they sat together at the beautifully set table, Rorie couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. She looked over at her husband, who was smiling at her lovingly.

"I can't believe all of this is happening," she said, taking a sip from her chute.

"I can," Lewis replied confidently. "You deserve it, baby."

Rorie smiled, feeling proud and grateful to have such a supportive partner by her side.

"And I have a feeling there's more good news to come," he added with a mischievous grin.

"What do you mean?" Rorie inquired, her eyebrow raising with curiosity.

Lewis let out a light chuckle before reaching underneath the table and retrieving a small velvet box. Sliding it across the table towards Rorie, she gasped in surprise.

"What is this?" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Open it and see," Lewis replied with a grin.

Rorie eagerly lifted the lid of the box to reveal a stunning pair of diamond earrings. "Oh my goodness, Lewis! These are...they're incredible!" Rorie exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes.

Lewis reached across the table to take her hand in his. "I wanted to give these to you as a congratulatory gift for your achievements today. And also as a belated anniversary present."

Rorie's face lit up with joy as she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into a loving embrace.

She whispered into Lewis' ear in a seductive tone, "You're definitely getting some pussy tonight."

His breath caught in his throat and his arousal was immediate. "Damn, baby, is it like that?"

"It's exactly like that," she confirmed with a wink as they pulled away from each other.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to give Lyric a sibling," Lewis teased.

"And what if I am?"

Lewis' eyes blazed with desire as he abruptly stood up and pulled her from the table.

"Baby, we haven't finished dinner yet!" Rorie protested in surprise as he led her off the terrace and back to their bedroom.

"We can eat later," he replied, starting to strip off his clothes. "Take that shit off, Mrs. Hamilton, a baby can't make themselves."

TO BE CONTINUED.....

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