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things lost and things found | Lewis Hamilton

part two

word count: 10k

warnings: smut, smut, more smut, fluff.

A man not made for commitment also doesn’t know how to communicate

It's safe to say that since that night in Cannes nearly two months ago, the lines have blurred.

Every night Clem spends with Lewis ends with her falling asleep nestled in his arms.

Some nights, they don't even have sex; he just calls her up to see him.

Their outings are no longer limited to his bedroom or whatever hotel he's shacked up in. They're often found all over tabloids and fan pages, seen out at clubs or dinners or even on simple excursions such as shopping or taking walks.

Clementine tries her hardest to remember that Lewis was noncommittal. He would never ever even think about dating her or taking her seriously. That realization and his vocally telling her to not make things weird every time he can see that he catches her off guard keeps her on track.

Clem knew what she signed up for; quite literally, the NDA she signed entailed every component of their relationship.

Besides the weird butterflies she got around Lewis, life was only getting better and better.

Being around someone who understands her fully and allows her to completely unravel herself to them has really been good for Clem socially and career-wise.

She was less awakward around people, less reserved and she felt like hey, this man has accepted me for my every little flaw, why wouldn't other people.

She was moving up in the world, and people loved her for who she was, and for the first time ever, she did too.

She's won an emmy for her netflix show, her movie was breaking records, and she was finally stepping out of her box and showcasing other skills she had.

Along with this new burst of confidence came new relationships.

She's been trying to go out on dates to see if now was finally the time for her to try to settle down and find something serious.

That what she was doing currently, at dinner sitting across from some NBA players as he rambles on and on about different shots he couldve taken during the game, that he most definitely lost.

Clem hums, eyes feigning interest as he describes how he actually wasn't open when he tried to go for a three-pointer. Shocker, he missed.

When he excuses himself to run to the bathroom, she whips out her phone, seeing that Lewis texted her.

Lewis 🏁

How's your date?

She shakes her head, typing out her response.

dense. how's silverstone?

Lewis 🏁

Nerve-wracking, my car is still shit.

i'm sorry 😞

Lewis 🏁

I'm going to need you tonight.

Lewis, i'm on a date.

Clem scoffs, but the smile on her face as she presses send is misleading.

Lewis 🏁

Is he getting lucky tonight?

NO!

Lewis 🏁

So why can't I?

Clem feels the familiar tingle in her core and places her phone face down on the table just as her date takes his seat in front of her again.

She can't help the incredulous eyebrow raise she gives him as she sees a powdery substance painting his nostril.

"Yeah, it was nice meeting you, love." She smiles politely as she stands and motions for him to wipe his nose. He lifts his camera just as Clem drops enough money to cover her bill and tip the waitress generously.

She hops into the black SUV, thanking her driver for helping her into the back. She unlocks her phone and sees another message from Lewis.

Lewis 🏁

My jet will be waiting for you.

That is precisely how Clementine ended up in Lewis' hotel room, waiting for him on the bed as he took a quick shower.

When he emerges from the bathroom she can only offer him an uplifting smile, he looks so tired and so stressed.

It helps, it always does which is why Lewis wanted her here in the first place. She was like sunrise after the darkest of nights.

"Hi," she coos, opening her arms for the muscly man.

He falls into her arms, his torso bare and his bottom half swaddled in a towel. He lays his head in her lap as she sits against the headboard. He looks up at her face as she stares down at his, and she physically pouts as she brings her fingers up to massage the stress lines from his face.

"That bad?" she whispers as his eyes flutter closed. Lewis sighs, grumbling out a faint "Yeah."

"You don't have to go through it much longer, at least." She tries and she knows it does nothing to take the heavy weight of mercedes off of his shoulders.

"You feel like you're carrying the weight of the world." She hums, her hands traveling down to rub the tension out of his neck. Her fist rubs up and down from the sides of his neck to the crook of his shoulders.

Lewis lets out a relaxed sigh, letting her work on him.

She doesn't know how long she sits there with him snuggled into her lap as she kneads the tension from his body.

After a while, she connects to his speaker and plays music. She has Lewis turn over onto his stomach as she slips from underneath him.

She hums as she sits on his bottom and begins massaging his back. "Your back is bruised."

"I was bouncing around like crazy in that fucking car." He curses.

Clementine bends down, pressing kisses around his back on the purple and red marks adorning his skin.

Lewis closes his eyes, relishing in the comfort she gives him.

Lewis has noticed it, too, the turn their dynamic has taken. He is aware that he has given slight leeway to the emotional part of their relationship.

He finds himself thinking about Clem plenty throughout the days. Buys things he thinks she'll like. He's grown accustomed to placing delicate pecks on her lips and face randomly throughout their time together; he can't help it.

Something about her has him wanting her all of the time, not even in th physical way. He just wants her to be with him.

"Can you come out to the race tomorrow?" He rasps.

She sits up, her legs still encaging his body. "Hmm, I don't think your publicity team will like that, people are already speculating about us."

"I don't care." Lewis argues, "It's about time you come to a race, wanna see you immediately not wait to get to the hotel and then see you."

His words make her heart thump harsher, and suddenly, all of the warnings from her publicist dissipate.

"Okay."

Lewis didn't initiate sex between them that night. He simply turns over with her still on top of him and places his hands on her thighs.

"Come here," he whispers, reaching up to tug her head down to his face.

Their lips lock and it's not rushed or leading to anything. It's like how he kissed her in France. It's just sweet?

She can feel his heart against her chest as she is pressed against him, beating rampantly. "Thank you for showing up for me." He mutters against her lips. She grins against him as she remembers the words she scribbled onto the note she'd given him with her gift.

"Always." she breathes, diving back in to kiss him. One hand travels to her waist, and the other has a soft grip on the back of her neck.

She feels his member poke against her thigh, and she sits up as much as she can with his hand on her neck, ready to free him from the towel, but the hand he had on her waist stops her actions with a grip on her wrist.

"I just want to lay with you tonight, if that's okay?"

Just when she thought she was safe from her tom-foolish thoughts, she felt her suppressed feelings for Lewis take light again. Don't make it weird, she thinks to herself. "Okay."

Lewis sits up, his hand returning to her hip; she is sat in his lap, legs folded, and his body pushes her slightly back as he tugs on the comforter. He falls back taking her with him and pulls the thick comforter over her body which lays against his chest.

"What's one thing that surprised you about me?"

Clem traces her fingers on his chest in deep thought, "that you don't do relationships."

"Why that?"

"You're a lover boy at heart." Clem chortled, "Literally just a sweetheart. Most men who can't see themselves being with someone don't act as affectionate with women."

Lewis lets out a hmm sound, his hand still gliding up and down her back beneath his t-shirt that she wore.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Good, there's nothing wrong with being a sweetheart; bad if someone gets the wrong idea; I have a feeling you're an easy man to fall in love with."

Lewis presses a kiss to her hairline, butterflies doing summersaults in his belly.

They wake up the next morning in the same position, with Clem's face nestled in the crook of his neck. Lewis smiles as he reaches over to turn off his alarm.

"Gotta get up, Clem." He soothes, rubbing up and down her back.

"Mhmm." She moans in denial, cuddling deeper into him. "No."

"Come on, beautiful."

He sits up, forcing her up with him.

She flutters her eyes open and wraps her arms around his neck.

He chuckles at her defiance, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and standing. He taps her thigh and she gets the message, wrapping them around his waist.

He walks her into the bathroom and sits her down on the bathroom counter. "Sit here, be careful." He orders, unraveling her from his body. He almost gives up and tucks her back into bed as she whines at him.

He leaves the bathroom and returns with a small bag of hers. She slumps against the mirror as she hears him rustling about. When she hears the faucet turn on and then feels his big hands massage circles into her cheeks, she opens her eyes.

There, she sees Lewis standing there with a cheeky smile, his hands lathered in her face soap as he massages the suds onto her face.

"Going to have to get my girl ready myself, huh?" He questions.

She only smirks at him and closes her eyes, letting him work through her skincare routine step by step, laughing as he inquires about every product.

When he finishes, he washes his own face and then passes her toothbrush to her. He stands between her legs as they both brush their teeth. Both of them stare at each other with googly eyes, laughing as foam bubbles from their mouths. When she leans over to spit into the sink, he follows shortly after and then pours a capful of mouthwash for her and them himself. And again, they stare into each other's eyes, giggly and gleaming, as they swish the liquid between their puffy cheeks.

This is where Clementine struggled with the status of their agreement. These weren't the actions of a man who didn't intend to be in a relationship. But she had heard of Lewis and his many flings and "friends" and she knew that he was a very affectionate person so once again she willed away the thought that there was any chnace of Lewis ever straying away from his bachelor lifestyle.

She pats his shoulder beckoning him to step away, when he does she hops down and releases the last of the contents from her mouth into the sink and stepping aside so Lewis can do the same.

"I'm going to grab my clothes." She informs.

As she lays her outfit options across the bed, she hears a vibration beneath her shirt, and she leans over the bed, patting until she finds the culprit. When she feels the device, she pulls it from underneath and sees that it's not her phone but Lewis'.

The screen lights up with notifications.

One catches her eye from, Natalie.

Lewis did feel comfortable enough to disclose his other flings to her, and she nearly shit herself when he associated them all with cities. She remembers the way he laughed when she asked if she needed to get tested. Then she asked if he had referred to her as Clementine, NYC.

Natalie, Silverstone. She recalls.

It wasn't like she was intentionally snooping, but as the screen lit up in her hand again, she couldn't help but read the message as it appeared.

Still on for tomorrow?

At first, she feels a pang in her chest, but then she remembers her place, and she gently sits his phone on the nightstand, allowing the screen to turn off.

"Hey, you okay?" Lewis questioned, poking his head from the bathroom, realizing that she had stopped responding to him.

She is stood facing the bed with her hands on her hips, scanning her oufits. "Yeah," she smiles though it doesn't quite meet her eyes.

He eyes her quizically, but when she chuckles at his facial expression, pulls her outfit from the bed, and saunters into the bathroom with him, he relaxes.

Clem is in her head, and she hopes it's not obvious to Lewis.

But she can't help but wonder why he would fly her out just to make plans to sleep with another woman in the span of two days.

She's hurt, and she's jealous, and she knows she shouldn't be, but a part of her wants to slap the shit out of him.

Instead, she refrains and plays into whatever sick bullshit he was playing with her heart unintentionally.

She arrives to the paddock with Lewis and she tries not to grimace as he tells a journalist that he brings friends with him to races all of the time, as they pass by.

He opens the door to the Mercedes motorhome like the proper gentleman he is and directs her into his room.

"I'm just going to change into my suit, and then we can head to the garage, okay?"

She nods and pulls out her phone. Already, she sees that they are trending.

Lewis steps out of the room and leaves the door open. A few minutes pass before she hears an audible gasp.

When she looks up, she sees a bright-eyed George Russell.

"Hello, Hi! I'm George, I'm a big fan." He enters the compact room, his hand outstretched before him. She stands from Lewis' bed and accepts his hand.

"Hi, George, I'm Clem."

"I know who you are. What are you doing here?" He wonders.

"I'm a friend of Lewis'. I wanted to see you guys race today."

George stutters out a wow, beginning to ramble on before he is interrupted by a throat clearing at the door. There stands Lewis, with a burning look on his face that makes George immediately drop her hand.

"Lewis." He gasps, "How do you literally know everyone, man?"

She smiles, raising her eyebrows behind Lewis as George rambles about her.

Lewis claps his hands against George's shoulder before speaking, "I love you, kid. But we've got to get going."

And then he reached his arm around George and latched onto Clem and pulled her from behind him.

George stammers out a quick bye, and Clem waves sweetly at him as Lewis pulls her from the motorhome and towards the garage.

"He's so sweet," Clem coos, and Lewis only grunts out a "yeah."

"He looks like a literal prince charming." She extends.

Lewis doesn't want to hear her call his teammate any more kinds of cute, so he opts not to respond.

When they finally reach the garage, he is sitting her down beside Toto, who introduces himself with a warm and welcoming smile.

She accepts his hand, gently shaking it, and in return, Lewis gets whisked away.

She enjoys her time in the garage, whilst Lewis talk to his strategist she is sat beside Toto and a few engineers and she feels like she is on a field trip as they explain the many different parts of their setup. Finally Lewis appears at her side again, beckoning her to follow him. She accepts his hand, lifting from her seat and walking hand in hand with him to his car.

"Wow." she gasps as she studies the racing car.

"You want to get in?" Lewis questions. She turns to him with wide eyes, and Lewis can see the excitement in her dark orbs.

"You don't like people in your car." She reminds, peering back down at it.

"I said I don't let just anyone in my car, are you just anyone?" He is staring at her so intensely it has her body on fire.

She felt shy underneath his gaze as he stepped closer to her.

She stands tall, looking up at him through her lashes. He's nearly bumping chests with her as he looms over her.

"There's an entire team in here, Lewis, and cameras." She whispers only loud enough for the two of them to hear.

He doesn't care. He leans down, his mouth near her ear, "Are you just anyone to me, Clementine?"

She swallows nervously as he takes a step back, "No."

"Then get in the fucking car."

Toto watches on from his seat in amazement as Lewis lifts her frame into the car. He then turns and looks into the camera with his eyebrows raised as to show his impressment.

He put two and two together that she was a personal guest for Lewis. It was obvious since Mercedes had already planned for Tom Cruise and Damson Idris' arrival for the race today.

Lewis leans into the car as he motions to different parts on the inside of the automobile.

Clem honestly couldn't give two fucks about the car, but she was relishing in how passionate Lewis looked and sounded as he spoke about every aspect of it. She hadn't moved her eyes from his face not once, and Lewis froze as he turned to face her and saw the wanting look adorning her features.

It has him hard instantly.

"Behave." He warns, turning his head to survey their surroundings.

"You're fine as fuck when you're talking cars."

Lewis chuckles, and a blush comes up to cover his cheeks. He lifts his hand, his knuckles skimming along her jaw.

"I want to kiss you, but people will see."

She drops her face against his hand, puckering her bottom lip out at him.

"Aw, too bad." She whispers seductively, and Lewis whispers out a quiet "fuck." as she tugs her bottom lip between her teeth. His thumb reaches up and drags it back out.

"Gotta be nice to me right now, Clem. Hmm?" He hums, not bothering to remove his thumb from her lip. He smears his finger across, watching as it pops back into place.

"Help me out of this car." She smirks, lifting her arms, "Before you do something you'll regret, there are cameras around."

"I don't give a fuck about the cameras." He rasps and breaks out into a grin when she bursts into a fit of laughter. He smacks his teeth, standing up straight, preparing to get her out.

"You like fucking with me." He declares.

Lewis helps her from the car, his hands probably lingering on her lower back for far too long once she's back on the ground.

"Lewis." He hears, and when he turns around, he sees Tom and Damson.

He pulls Clem with him, introducing her to the pair. He instantly regrets it when he sees the way Damson eyes her down like she's a refreshing tall glass of water.

Tom starts up a conversation with Lew about the business they need to handle for his upcoming movie, but his eyes can't leave Clem's frame, and how Damson brings her hand up to his lips.

He feels like a suicidal maniac when he watches her laugh and smile at whatever he is saying.

He'd met him before, and trust, whatever he was saying couldn't possibly be that funny.

Lewis wants to rip Toto's head off as he directs the two of them into a set of empty seats. He was less than present during the conversation with Tom, and he hoped he hadn't noticed. His arms are folded over his chest, and his foot is tapping the ground anxiously. He tries not to make it obvious when he directs Tom to his spot and takes his in order to keep an eye on Clem.

When the time for the start of the race gets closer he is thankful to see Tom take his place beside Toto.

He saunters over to the still chatty pair and stands in front of Clem. He waits for her to notice him, and when she doesn't, he clears his throat rather dramatically.

She stands when she notices him, shooting Damson an apologetic smile that has him ready to drag her off. Which he does.

He pulls her to a corner of the garage and up the stairs into a random office and locks the door.

"You okay." Clem questions, stepping towards him and placing her hands on his waist. "Lewis." she tries again when he doesn't answer.

He looks stressed and zoned out.

"I- uh yeah." he coughs and suddenly he feels better having her away from Damson. "i'm fine, pre-race jitters." He lies.

Her hands slide up his chest until they settle on the sides of his head.

She tilts his head so that he's staring into her eyes.

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

"I'm regretting this." He admits and her eyes squint, "bringing you here, I mean."

That does nothing to alleviate her hurt expression, so he continues, "My car is still shit, I don't want you to watch me lose."

She scoffs, gently slapping her hand against his shoulder before returning it to its place caressing his beard. "Would’ve watched you lose at home too, what's the difference. I'm going to support you all the same."

Lewis leans down and presses a short, soft kiss to her plump lips.

Her eyes flutter closed as he stares down at her, and finally, his hands raised to her hips, pulling her into him. "I don't think that I tell you thank you enough for all of the ways you help me, Clem."

"You don't have to," she whispers, dropping her forehead against his chest. He rests his chin on top of her head, putting his arms over her shoulders as hers wraps around his torso.

Lewis likes this. He thinks he can start every race for the rest of his career like this. When he hears a knock on the door, he groans but shoots Clem a warning look as she chuckles at him.

"Big baby." she teases, moving around him to unlock the door. He maneuvers behind her, reaching to open it, and when he does, he sees Toto there with a knowing smirk.

"Time to race, Lewis."

She allows Lewis to pull her from the office hand in hand, and she knows her publicist is probably in New York and stressed running through cigarettes. She always joked that this Lewis rendezvous would result in her smoking her stress away.

Lewis knows something is wrong with him for sure when he realizes that he doesn't care about the camera or who's watching him show Clem his affection. He knows they're going to be the main topic of every tabloid tomorrow, and he just doesn't care.

She stands in front of him beside his car as the crew bustles around them.

When it's time for Lewis to finish his preparation, he motions his head towards Clem, and suddenly, her hands are stuffed with a balaclava and a pair of gloves.

She turns to the man who handed them to her and he offers her a small smile.

She turns to Lewis, and he can tell she's trying to fight off the grin that desperately wants to appear.

She reaches for his right hand, tugging the glove onto his hand gently, she checks each finger and pulls to make sure the fit is snug. She repeats her actions on his left hand and then Lewis firmly places his hands on her waist. He's looking at her with those sparkly eyes and a loving smile.

She turns the balaclava in her hands, trying to figure out which way to pull it over his head. When she sees the opening, she lets out an "Aahh" that has Lewis chuckling at her.

She stands on her tiptoes, freeing his braids from the ponytail and pushing them back. She hums to herself as she pulls the balaclava over his head.

She settles back on her feet, and she can only see his eyes, but it does something to her.

She reaches between them pulling the upper half of his suit up his body, giggling when he grunts realizing he's got to let go of her to push his arms through the sleeves.

His hands are back on her in an instant, like by not physically touching her he'd fly away.

Clem reaches between them again; this time, her fingers latch onto the zipper, and she tugs it up from his pelvis all the way up his chest until it's set in place.

"I don't know, Lew. I think we've at least got a podium." She whispers, accepting the helmet.

She steps back, allowing his hands to fall, and then hands him the helmet.

"I can feel it in my bones."

"Oh," Lewis laughs, "Can feel it in your bones?" He sticks out his free hand, tickling at her.

Clementine laughs, stepping back and gripping his arm, "Stop!"

He listens, pulling on his helmet and looking back at his car.

"Well, that's me."

Clem feels like a lovesick puppy as she watches his eyelashes flutter with every blink of his eyes.

"Podium." She reminds him, lifting her pinky.

"Podium." He declares, wrapping his own against hers. He lifts their conjoined hands and places them against his helmet where his mouth would be, and she swoons.

"Get in the car, Hamilton."

She's a giddy mess as she steps away from him and finds herself accepting a seat from one of the crew members.

She sighed while watching the screen as Lewis started in P5. He is quickly into P4. She feels her adrenaline kick in as the crew cheers excitedly watching him overtake into third. When he overtakes two other drives all in the same lap the garage erupts in shouts of excitement, just for that to be taken away just as fast when they see a car barrel through off od the track and into the fence.

Clem gasps, her hand coming up to cup her mouth.

She knew Formula One was a dangerous sport, but watching a wreck like that happen in real-time has her mind reeling on just how much danger Lewis puts himself in.

"Is he okay?" She hears as the crew all talk amongst themselves.

"George is out of the race. The other driver is okay." Toto announces, "We're restarting."

Lewis is back in the garage, and he is irritated.

Clem stays back and out of his way as she watches him angrily rant. "That is not right, Toto." He snaps, "back in fifth?"

She watches as Toto nods at him, and Lewis turns to his assistant, rolling his eyes. He looks so frustrated as he throws his hand out, "fucking fifth."

Clem knew that when she was angry that she didn't like to be bothered, so she stayed in her seat. She feels a body plop down beside her, and she turns to see Damson.

"Intense, yeah?" He questions.

"Most definitely." She sighs, "My adrenaline is off the charts right now."

"First time coming to a race?"

She nods, returning the question, "Nah, this is like the NFL to Brits."

She laughs, "Right."

The two chat whilst the rest of the garage is in shambles, and Lewis watches the two with slits in his eyes.

He knows he shouldn't be jealous. Clem was nothing to him but a friend who he enjoys fucking. It's what he tells himself as Damson passes his phone to her. She was just his friend. He'd even encouraged her to get out there and find her person.

But that was before he realized how differently she made his heartbeat.

Lewis doesn't bother going over to her before the race restarts, he can feel her lingering eyes as he manuevers around the garage, avoiding her.

Lewis feels a bit enraged. Initially, it was just the FIA and their stupid fucking rules, then it was the car, and now it was Clementine and the stupid British actor drooling over each other in his face.

It was all piling on top of him, and he hadn't felt so unsettled ever before a race.

He hops back into his car, not sparing Clem a glance, and rolls out into P5.

This time the only thing on his mind is how fucking mad he is.

That anger got him P3.

He doesn't know why he doesn't approach Clem as she waits for him patiently in her seat. He goes around and thanks the crew and the engineers and has a brief talk with Toto and Tom. And then he leaves to go to the podium, all without even glancing at her.

Clem, always aware, remains silent and tries to keep the pout from taking place on her face.

She tries not to take Lewis' actions personal, it's obvious he's wound up. She doesn't know if it's something she did or if he's still frustrated by the race restart. Logically it's the second, she's learned that not everyone's behaviors have to do with her. It's taken years of her enternalizing other people's moods to realize that 9/10 people are just feeling things. She hasn't done anything, she's sure of it.

She is directed into the motorhome whilst Lewis handles other business and she sits in his room on his bed waiting patiently.

When Lewis had brought up the idea of bringing her to the race yesterday, he raved on and on about how she'd be able to walk the track, wait with his team whilst he's on the podium (if he got one), and get the classic guest experience. She hadn't gotten that, which was a letdown since she really wanted to experience Lewis' world, but she understood why that wasn't possible today after seeing Lewis' mood.

But still, it would have been nice not to sit in his motorhome and then the garage all day, just to end up back in his motorhome alone for hours.

When Lewis emerges into the tiny room he is clean and dressed in comfortable clothes. He had been on the phone in the office preparing a few arrangements for the past hour. He sighs as he sees her frame sprawled across the tiny bed.

There are soft puffs of air escaping her, and her phone is clutched loosely in her hand.

He can tell she fell asleep scrolling through her phone.

He sits on the foot of the bed at her feet and drops his head into his hands.

He doesn't know what he's doing. But he does know he can't keep going on like this. Lewis didn't like relationships, he didn't like being tied down, it wasn't fair of him to only want Clem to himself when she would never get all of him.

"C'mon Clem, let's get you back."

Like the sleepy girl she is, she whines as Lewis pulls her body from the bed, placing her on her feet.

"Can you walk?"

She only nods, reaching over to grab her bag and her phone. She doesn't speak to Lewis quite yet, still unsure of his mood. She lets him direct her from the motorhome, his hand tight in hers as he leads her through the paddock. It is so late at night that there are rarely any people hanging around. When they exit and get to his car, the flashes from the cameras wake her up even more, and she uses the back of her hand to block the lights.

Lewis walks her to the passenger side, waiting for her to slip in before he closes the door gently and goes around to his seat.

He pulls out cautiously and begins their trek to the hotel.

Clem forces herself to stay awake, knowing that it's only a short drive.

Still, she is waiting for Lewis to speak, but he doesn't.

"I had fun," she announces.

"I'm glad."

"You got podium." She cheers lowly.

Lewis only offers her a small smile, and uncertainty settles in her gut. Something's not right.

She gives up trying to talk to him after that.

The car is filled with tension and awkward silence. It's so unlike them.

When they pull into the hotel, Clem doesn't wait for the valet to open her door. She clambers out and thanks god as the night breeze fills her lungs. She's never felt so suffocated around Lewis.

As Lewis exchanges formalities with the man she rushes into the hotel and onto the elevator, when she reaches the room she unlocks it with the secondary key taking a moment to gulp down a glass of water.

Lewis follows in behind her shortly after, paying her no mind as he goes to the bathroom and emerges with his shirt and jewelry off.

"You got an attitude?" Lewis questions, standing in the doorframe.

"No, I don't."

"I know you, Clementine." Lewis rasps, coming to stand over her as she sits on the bed.

"You're the one with the nasty ass attitude." She huffs, reaching up to nudge him away from her. He doesn't budge.

"Lose the attitude, Clem." He orders, and she rolls her eyes.

"Or what, Lewis?" She pushes.

Lewis' hand is at her neck in a second. His grip is not tight at all, just holding her in place as he ravishes her mouth. Just as frustrated as he is, she returns the kiss.

"Got something for that attitude," Lewis grunts, pushing her onto her back.

She gasps as he roughly pulls at her pants.

He has them off before she knows it, and his hand lets go of her neck and travels down to pull at her panties. He rips them off of her with a hunger in his eyes like no other.

"Gotta fuck it out of you, Clem?" He asks.

He doesn't give her time to answer as he sinks down to his knees at the end of the bed and pulls her down with him. He lifts her legs over him and wraps his arms around her thighs. His hands settle on her thighs, keeping them apart, and he stares up at her one last time before connecting his mouth to her clit.

She jumps, but his hands hold her in place.

He removes his lips from her bundle of nerves, his tongue traveling down to swipe through her crease. She moans lightly as she fists at the sheets. His fingers travel up to replace his mouth, and he digs them deep into her core, his tongue flicking against her clit before he presses it flat and moves up and down.

Clem gasps as he curls his fingers inside her and suckles extra hard on her. Her hand shoots down to push him away, but he catches her wrist in his free hand, holding it against the mattress.

He stares up at Clem, the whole scene naughty and erotic. He lets her other hand come down to rest in his hair.

Lewis moans into her, his mouth sending a wave of vibrations through her body. Lewis never took his eyes off of her, watching as she writhed above him. He was showing her no mercy as the gushy sounds filled the room.

She tasted so good.

Lewis worked his tongue around her clit, teasing her only for a minute before he smushed his mouth over it again and suckled just the right amount, his fingers still thrust in and out of her, driving her absolutely insane. He moans into her pussy and trails his mouth down to swallow where she is oozing.

Lewis lets her captivating moans egg him on as he devours her like a starved man. He can feel it when she comes when her tight, spongy pussy constricts around his fingers. He happily licks up the juices she releases as she comes undone.

He pulls his fingers from her core and stands, quickly turning her body over. She lands on her stomach with a slight "oomph" noise and turns to look back at Lewis.

He wastes no time hammering into her from behind. He grabs her arms pulling them behind her back and crossing her wrists; with one hand, he holds them against her back, and with the other, he swats at her ass. Groaning as he watches it ripple.

"Fuck."

Clem can do nothing but pant underneath him and let out pathetic mewls as his hand repeatedly strikes her ass. It hurts so good.

Lewis keeps pounding into her hard, his heart racing as he chases his own orgasm. He sees her phone light up beside him, and a message from Damson appears.

When he sees this, he speeds up his thrusts, gliding his thick member in and out of her suffocating walls.

She can only blubber out useless moans as he plummets in and out of her.

He lets go of her wrist, pulling her up onto all fours.

"You get a thrill out of pissing me off?" He grunts, his hand going up to grip her hair.

"No!" she whines, gripping the covers.

"I think you do."

His other hand is gripping her waist, pulling her back to him every time she falls forward.

"Nuh-unh." He orders from behind her, letting go of her hair and holding on to her waist tightly with both hands now.

"Don't run from it, baby. You wanted this, huh? This what you want?"

Clem rasps out a choked yes, her head falling at the intense pleasure running through her veins.

Lewis sounds like a beast behind her, all strangled up and growling out praises at her.

He feels so possessive as his hand lifts and smacks at her ass again. "Fucking, mine." He growls, and Clem falls forward. He doesn't stop as her legs give in, and she drops to the bed again. He climbs behind her, still keeping his pace, and throws his head back as she quivers around him like a candle on fire.

He can feel the heat building in his core, and it eggs him on as he places his hands on her ass, holding her in place.

Clementine spasms beneath him, never experiencing an orgasm like this before. Her heart feels like it's beating outside of her chest as her ears ring and her eyes roll to the back of her head. She can only curse over and over as she feels Lewis drag out of her and return again with much more force.

This was the best sex she'd ever gotten in her life.

Her walls clenched around him, her breath hitching as he moved aimlessly in and out of her.

Lewis shuddered at the feeling, sucking in a sharp breath at the sensation. She is face down, panting into the mattress as he pants above her.

She can't count how many times she has come undone underneath him, but as she feels another orgasm approaching, she can't help the way her thighs tremble underneath Lewis.

Lewis is an incoherent, mumbling and moaning mess above her as he allows himself to succumb to her squeezing cunt, clamping over him. Lewis falls into the abyss, pleasure washing over both of them as he spills into her.

He pulls out with a hiss, shuddering at his sensitivity, and falls over beside Clementine, who rolls onto her back.

"Woah." she pants.

Lewis feels her phone vibrate and he watches as she scambled down the bed to get it, he feels green as he watches her smile at the screen.

Just as she moves to lie beside him again, he speaks up with words that make her feel dismayed.

"I booked you a room."

He turns away from her, staring at the ceiling.

"I- What?" She stutters, turning to face him.

"It's just a floor below, suite 909."

Clem is distraught, and it shows on her face as she jumps away from the bed as if Lewis has burned her. "Lewis, what-"

Her words are cut off as her phone vibrates in her hand. Lewis chuckles dryly, finally tilting his head to face her. Suddenly Clem feels like a little girl again, wondering why her parents never made an effort in her life, wondering why it was so easy for them to push her aside like they didn't care that she existed.

"What's the matter? Are we okay?" She rambles.

Stop talking, Lewis. He thinks to himself as he watches Clem's eyes flash with wetness. Even sad, she has doe eyes, still shining, but this time, there are tears in her eyes and an intense sadness.

"Yeah," he should’ve stopped there, but he kept going. "I'll probably see you tomorrow. If not, it'll be the next time I need you." He motions to the bed.

Clem frowns, letting out an exhale as she bends down to tug on her pants. As she maneuvers around the room collecting her suitcase, Lewis calls out to her. "I put the room key beside your toiletry bag."

She slips into the bathroom, picking up her small bag, and sure enough, the keycard is there. She grasps it in her hand and walks out. She wants to scream at him, tell him how big of a dick he's being, but she's not that kind of person.

She is graceful. But it's taking everything in her to channel the lessons her grandpa has taught her when she is this mad, this hurt.

Clem avoids looking at Lewis as she latches onto her suitcase.

"Maybe you should start considering finding someone who's serious, Clementine."

Is this what this is about? She knew the blurred lines would come back to bite her in the ass eventually.

She freezes, her back turned to him as her hand pauses on the door handle. And her body shakes slightly as a her frown deepens, she feels a stream of tears flow down her cheeks.

And just when Lewis thinks that Clem is going to turn around and argue with him, probably throw something at him and shout at him, she doesn't.

She lifts one hand, swiping at her face, and then softly opens the door and leaves without so much as looking back at him. The door clicks shut behind her, and she walks on down the hallway towards the elevator.

The words don't react, echoing over and over in her head, but as she hears the wheel rolling on her suitcase, she can't help but feel the trembling in her body. She presses her lips together, stepping onto the elevator, and as the doors close, she lets out a gutwrenching sob.

She sniffles as she steps into the suite. Rushing to the bathroom to shed her clothes, she showers wiping all traces of Lewis Hamilton from her body the way she wishes she can erase him from her mind. She scrubs harshly, eyes still full with tears, between the scorchingly hot water, steam and the tears she can barely see anything as she scrubs severely.

For the first time since agreeing to this arrangement, she feels used by Lewis. She's never felt so dirty in her life. As she sank down to her knees, feeling the wails rip through her body with force, she realized why exactly his words and actions hurt her so much.

It didn't matter how much she showed up for him or how much she allows herself to be his shrink and him hers, it'd always be a bad religion, loving someone who'd never love you back.

Lewis is in the same position he has been in since she left, flat on his back with his hands covering his face. His body is quivering as sobs rack through his body.

It was a tough decision, but it was one that had to be made. He could never give Clem what she deserved; he wasn't a committed person. Seven years on and off with the same person is proof of that. He could never be okay with putting her through that.

Lewis wakes up the next morning with a pounding headache and lingering loneliness.

He always felt like this when he woke up without Clem in his arms. As he sits up and swipes his hands over his face, his heart aches when he notices her ripped panties thrown on the floor.

He regrets his actions.

He wishes he would've sat her down nicely and explained how things were getting too deep for him. It's Clem, she would've understood.

He realizes just how bad he fucked up when her giddiness to lay beside him last night flickers through his mind like a clip from a movie.

"What if we lay in bed after every meetup and we just talk?"

He feels like he's been shot when her hurt face replays over and over. He treated her like shit last night, all because he was scared of what she made him feel.

He was a mess during yesterday's race; all he could think about down every straight and around every curve was how much he liked Clem, how good she made him feel, and bad she could make him feel just as easily.

He realized that the woman had too much control over his heart yesterday, and he couldn't take that. This was supposed to be fun, casual fun. He never inteded to catch feeling for Clementine Russell, but she was the kind of girl who made you drop to her feet.

He never stood a chance against her charm.

He scrambled from the king-sized bed, rushing to his phone.

When he hears a knock on his door, he opens it in a rush; he sees the butler there and offers him a finger to signal to hold on. He rushes to his table, picking up the bouquet of flowers, an array of red, yellow, and orange orchids, dahlias, and marigolds.

"Can you take these down to suite 909?" Lewis pants pushing the boquet towards the man, there is a note nestled between the pedals.

The man tilts his head, pushing the flowers back towards Lewis.

"I am sorry, Sir Hamilton, Ms Russell has checked out already in the early hours of Midnight."

Lewis feels his heart crumble as he steps away from the man, the giant bouquet firm in his hold.

Lewis says nothing as he closes the door and walks away.

Clem had left that night, not long after leaving Lewis' room. After her shower, she was on the first flight home, and she hadn't spoken to Lewis since.

Lewis misses Clementine. It's a realization that he came to rather quickly but refused to admit.

Lewis pulls himself out of the leggy woman he picked up at the end of his race. She drops down beside him in heavy pants.

"That was fun." She exhales.

He doesn't know why when he turns his head, he expects to see Clem staring back at him with her dark eyes and cute smile.

This woman is no Clementine, and that's for sure.

He doesn't know why he tries it, but he does. "You can go anywhere in the world under one condition. You'd have to stay there forever; everything is unchanged, and nothing new will ever come. Where do you choose?"

He watches as her eyes scrunch momentarily in confusion.

"I don't know. It's probably Paris. I'm obsessed with their lifestyle, honestly."

Lewis turns his head back to the ceiling.

He wants her to leave. And he wants Clementine to be in her place.

It's quiet and awkward, and she doesn't even try to ask him.

He already knows his answer. He'd be with Clem in his bed, hands connected as they lie naked underneath his covers, heads turned to each other as they talk. He'd watch on as the moonlight supersedes the darkness and the moonbeams are replaced with sun rays. And he'd listen to her feel things like she made him. And he'd be happy and content with spending eternity like that.

Everything unchanged, nothing new.

Lewis begins to think that maybe casual sex isn't for him anymore. Perhaps he's taking Clem's absence extra hard because he yearned for the other form of intimacy, the emotional aspect of being with a woman.

So he tries dating.

And he comes to the same conclusion, date after date.

Their eyes don't gleam like hers.

They don't understand his humor.

They don't care about why losing his favorite toy as a kid was an integral part of the man he became.

They can't carry on discussions like Clem or even talk like Clem.

They don't have her precious smile and her deep dimples. They're not gracious and benevolent.

They aren't Clem, no one ever will be.

Lewis craves Clem; he misses her with every fiber of his being.

And he regrets letting her up from his bed. He regrets telling her to pursue another man.

When Lewis returns to New York, his thumb lingers over the send button.

clemmy 🪂

I need to see you, where are you?

He doesn't send the message; he drops his phone with a sigh, knuckling at his eyes. Why was it so fucking hard? He'd never felt this troubled in his life, especially over a woman he'd never even dated.

He sighs in distress, picks up his phone, stares at the message begging to be sent, and clicks off of the app. Instead, he opens his Instagram. As he goes to search for Clem's name, he sees that she is still his top search, and he feels like a loser as he enters her profile.

He'd take any sight of her he could get.

Clementine wouldn't say she was necessarily religious. Her grandpa would probably drop dead of a heart attack if he heard that. But it was the truth. She thought it was fairytale-like sometimes. Yes, she had faith, but she wasn't as devout as many people.

If she was being honest, she thought religion began as something beautiful, putting your complete trust and faith into another person, with the idea that they were quite literally the holy grail. Over time, it's been skewed and manipulated, some for great purposes and others for very wrong reasons.

She thought most religious people were hypocrites. Lewis was a hypocrite for sure, giving her an inch and then taking a mile. Now that she has had time to ponder over it, Lewis Hamilton is actually a sick man. Pouring affection into her and poisoning her heart.

How did he expect her not to fall for him when he treated her the way he did? She feels like a fool herself, too, thinking back to the conversation she had with him the night before it all went to shit.

"You're a lover boy at heart." Clem chortled, "Literally just a sweetheart. Most men who can't see themselves being with someone don't act as affectionate with women."

Lewis lets out a hmm sound, his hand still gliding up and down her back beneath his t-shirt that she wore.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Good, there's nothing wrong with being a sweetheart; bad if someone gets the wrong idea; I have a feeling you're an easy man to fall in love with."

Lewis was a hypocrite, and she was too.

But the truth is religion gave people purpose. She'd never felt it firmly in a spiritual sense, but she had experienced that strong urge to follow someone's every command. She's believed every word that tumbles from his mouth. Given the opportunity, she would surely drop to her knees at his feet. She's only ever felt the need to praise and put her limited faith and her secured trust into one person. Sure, she had faith, just in a bad religion. She admired one man, Lewis Hamilton, but there was one problem, she could never make him love her the way she loved him.

Clem took his advice. She branched off, presented herself in new ways, made new friends, developed herself, and found someone who would take her seriously, though that didn't last long at all.

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clementine so, they've helped me make an album? Clementine, NYC out now on all streaming platforms !!

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Lewis instantly throws in his airpods and starts the album, one by one he listens to each song. Sure enough every song has small anecdotes about their time together that only he'd know.

He was aware that he was blurring the lines between just benefits and true feelings, but he didn't know that he wasn't the only one feeling strongly about it. He never took her feelings into account.

Just when he thought he couldn't feel any worse about the situation, that realization dawned on him. Clementine Russell loved him and he threw her to the curb like a bag of trash.

He's throwing on whatever clothes he sees first as he rushes from his door.

He doesn't bother calling his driver as he treks block after block; he has one destination in mind, Clem's townhome.

He's there before he knows it, his fist urgently banging against her door.

He sees a light flicker on through the window, and then her door swings open.

She's in her nightshirt with her hair wrapped in a scarf, and her eyes are puffy from sleep. When she sees Lewis, she begins to swing the door back closed, but his hand pushes against it.

"No, Lewis." She snarls, swinging the door open again. She is looking at him like he's the devil himself. "I don't want to see you, I don't want to talk to you, I don't even want to think of you."

"Clem, please." He begs, "Please, I can't take it."

She pauses at the door, taking her time to study the man in front of her. He looks bad, simply put.

His eyes are bloodshot and droopy with bags, his braids are disheveled and clearly in need of a touch-up, and he just looks all around miserable.

She almost gives in until she thinks back to the last eight months where she had been miserable herself. She smacks her teeth swinging the door closed until she hears Lewis shout out three words that take her back to when the roads got foggy, Cannes. When she realized the difference in how she actually felt for Lewis.

"I love you."

She peels the door back open and stares at him intensely. "What did you say?"

He looks like he's watched his whole world get taken away from him as he repeats himself, "I love you. Don't shut the door, please."

"It's not fair, Lewis." She fumes.

"I know." He whispers, and his voice cracks.

"You don't get to do this to me." Clem snapped. "You can't just make me feel things for you and then push me away. You can't make me love you and then hurt me and tell me you love me when it's too late."

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry, isn't enough." She hissed angrily, approaching him and poking his chest.

He reaches up and grabs her hand, holding it close to his chest. She feels him shudder underneath her touch, and his body begins to shake.

"Clem, I'm sorry." his voice is hoarse and thick as he peers down at her, and she cracks when she feels a teardrop against their connected hands. "I'm sorry."

Her forehead drops against his chest, and he wraps his arms around her. "You didn't deserve that; I should have just told you; I was scared; you broke all of my walls, Clem; I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to hurt you in the end."

"But you did, " she cries.

"I know, I did; I was scared of commitment, was scared I would ruin us further down the line." He presses a kiss to the top of her head, "I'm not scared of commitment, Clem, not anymore. I just don't want to be committed if it's not to you."

"You don't mean that." Clem breathes.

"I promise I do, Clem."

She steps back from him, letting his arms fall to his side. "You made me feel dirty."

He opens his mouth, and she puts up her hand, "Let me talk. I let you disrespect me, Lewis. I should be done with you. I should be over you. I don't care how much I feel for you; if you ever, and I mean ever, speak to me that way or treat me like I'm nothing ever again, all gracefulness is out of the fucking window."

"I understand." He breathes, "I will never, Clem, and I mean never treat you like that again."

It's ironic, the two of them standing infront of each other as the sky illuminates in yellow and orange hues.

"It's six in the morning." Clem sighs.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"I wasn't supposed to be here today; you almost missed me," Clem informs.

"I would've found you. Lost you once already. I didn't know how much I cherished what we had until I no longer had it. Until I lost it. I don't want to lose you forever, too."

"It's almost spring," Clem announces.

"Gonna take you to that mountain, Clem." He promises, pulling her into his arms again.

"I've missed you so much. There were so many things I wanted to talk to you about. I missed talking to you." She admits and Lewis holds her tighter.

"I missed listening to you. Swear I did."

"Are we still friends?"

"No, we're more than that. We should’ve never been friends. Always meant to be more."

"I wrote an album about you." She sighs.

She feels Lewis hum against her. "It's beautiful."

"I talked so much shit about you, I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry for feeling Clem, I was a shit person to you."

"My hair is blue." She announces, and he chuckles; there she was, his Clem talking his head off.

"Starting over, right?"

"Yeah, starting over."

Although they weren't laying in bed on their backs hands connected and staring through the ceiling like it was their sky. Things felt familiar to the two as the sun rose and light beamed around them.

Lewis was her sunset, the beauty that comes after a hard and blaring day. To him, she was the sunrise. After the darkness, it will always be light again. She was his light source, and he knew that now. He could never lose something that's always shining.

"Thank you for showing up for me."

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the album:

bad religion - frank ocean

in your hands - halle

i think- tyler, the creator

saturn- sza

broken is the man- jorja smith

everything is gonna be alright- infinity song

everything- kehlani

mine- beyonce ft drake

poison- beyonce

are we still friends- tyler, the creator

eternal sunshine- jhene aiko

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mine to corrupt⋆*·ﾟmisa x reader

misa and you come back on your promise to have some fun at the club where things went haywire last time.

or; a filthy continuation of mine to protect as requested

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The corner of the club where you sat was less crowded, except for the friends around you happily chatting amongst one another. You played with the drink in your hands, awfully aware of the hand on your thigh, squeezing now and then as if Misa didn’t even realise how you felt the temperature rise each time she did. You hated how once again, you found yourself not having the night you'd anticipated you'd have. It should be a fun, carefree night, and it was! You’d thankfully long ago been able to push the way the night had ended the last time you’d been here aside. But you just couldn’t let go of the halfhearted and unspoken promise you’d made to your girlfriend that same night. You still remember how you’d worked up the courage to walk up to the bathroom, thinking she was waiting there for you and that you would not return until completely satisfied. The thought had exhilarated you, even if the unknown had made you a little nervous as well. You’d never before felt the needy rush to have sex in a public space during your previous relationships. And while that spark was definitely there with Misa, with both of your football careers busy as ever, the time you had together was spent in one of your apartments.

Until that night, when you thought the opportunity had presented itself to you after Misa had disappeared into the crowd with a teasing grin. The look in her eyes as she'd watched you dance had already worked you up in a way no one had ever been able to. Then her hands had started to graze you in all the right places, for which she’d blamed the music. Because it would have simply been a shame to let you dance alone, especially when you looked so good. And even through the smothering of people, you’d been able to clock her subtle but familiar scent. It had all driven you insane. And then, before you’d been given enough time to react, she’d stepped back, her intoxicating touch disappearing, and had looked at you with that damned mischievous smirk that you could never quite get enough of. Misa had a lot of different smirks, but you knew what this one had meant— she was well aware of what she had done to you. Not only that, but she’d loved it. Still, you’d apparently misread the hint in her eyes, because you had followed after her and had then inevitably run into the end of your night. That was then, because now, you were sure she had no clue what she was doing to you, and you fucking hated her for it.

She should have known she had your attention whenever her touch appeared just above the right place on your thigh. You bit the inside of your cheeks and took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down, but most of all to put a stopper on your dirty thoughts. As if noticing the sudden tension in your body, Misa turned to you, leaned in and asked if you were okay in that goddamn voice of hers. She worried if this had been a step too far after the last time, but you quickly shook your head. You knew that it was only common decency for a partner to act this way, but fuck did it turn you on right now. Her attentiveness had always been something you adored about her, something that was quite hot because of how she went about it. That ever-present lingering hand on your lower back, the way she knew what you needed, how she would get your favourite things when she knew you were coming over, knowing to hand you your favourite drink from the fridge before you could even get up to get it. All these little acts were proof that she knew you to your core, that you were hers and she was yours.

“I’m okay, really,” You kissed her when she smiled and puckered her lips into a pout— an invitation for you to lean in. A quick reassuring gesture, in her eyes, but absolutely the last straw for you, especially after she'd been teasing you with little touches here and there the entire night. Her hand moved from your thigh to snake around your waist and rested on your hip as she pulled you closer, closing the distance you’d purposefully made to cool yourself down. You took a quick sip from your drink and swallowed too quickly, the whole thing hurting your throat and making you wince. You heard the quietest chuckle over the music and matched it to Jenni, who was looking at you with her eyebrows raised. You clenched the glass in your hand when Misa’s fingers softly travelled down your hip, trying to find the hem of your dress by touch, then slipping underneath it as soon as she’d succeeded. Surprised, you sat up straighter, her hand falling to the side, Jenni’s eyes still on you like a hawk.

Misa quickly looked at you through her peripheral mid-conversation, but her touch didn’t return. Much to your annoyance, she retracted the arm she’d had around you entirely and took a swig of her drink as she leaned into the conversation she’d been having. Confused, you looked at her with furrowed brows and a scowl-turned-pout on your face. You heard another chuckle and looked at Jenni, who then quickly sipped her drink and joined the conversation with Alexia and Mapi, as if she hadn’t just seen you turn into a whiney child at the lack of contact and attention from your girlfriend.

You sighed and turned back to staring at your drink, which had been an experimental choice you’d made to spice up your night for once. It was too sweet, then too sour on the tongue during the aftertaste. The tiny sips you'd taken had just been out of kindness to Alexia, who'd paid for the round.

Your eyes raked over Misa again, wondering if she had read your signs wrong. Perhaps she'd thought you were growing tense from her touch because you weren’t into it. Not here, at least. When really, you’d been thinking of her fingers grazing up your thigh again ever since they’d left. How she’d know at what point to apply the slightest bit of pressure to have you beg for her within minutes from mere grazing touches. She was good at having you grow into a begging mess, something you’d found embarrassing with other partners. Her keen eyes had always been perceptive towards how you reacted to her touches, had taken note of the little gasps or sighs you’d made whenever she touched you somewhere, or how she did it. She’d jotted it all down in her mind. She had even made you discover things you didn’t know you liked before… simply because it had never been Misa doing it to you.

Misa laughed and reared back slightly, her hair falling off her shoulder. Her tanned arms looked so good in the top she was wearing and the light that shone on her tattoos made her look all the more alluring. You wanted to clutch onto her arm but also didn’t want to look too desperate, didn’t want the entire booth to realise you needed her to fuck you. No one needed to know she got you more intoxicated than the drink in your hand right now. Only Misa needed to know.

So, you softly scooted closer again, your hand pushing the lock of hair behind her shoulder. It looked caring to anyone else, but Misa knew it was a way to get her attention when your hand softly landed on her knee below the table. She gave you a quick adorable grin, as if to thank you for being so considerate, but then turned back to her conversation. You bit the inside of your cheek again, frustrated at her lack of attention and at yourself for making her pull back in the first place. You pulled one of your legs onto the seat, making it clear you wanted her to turn to you in the same way. You needed her eyes on you again, her sole focus on you and only you.

You watched, befuddled, as she stood up and quickly gathered all the empty glasses onto a tray on the table, her muscles flexing as she balanced it flat on her hand and walked away. You looked around the booth to see if anyone else had caught the way she’d quite literally brushed you off. Your friends were still in the midst of their conversations, except for one— Jenni was already smirking over the brim of her glass, failing terribly to hide her amusement as she tried to listen to whatever the others were chatting about.

You sat there, eyes averting to the dancing crowd to try and catch a glimpse of the woman you so loved, but all you could see were people who could never amount to the kind of gorgeous and radiating that Misa was. You didn’t make too much of an effort to jump into any of the conversations to occupy yourself while she was gone. But right now, with your heart stammering and the utter need within you taking over and, with it, removing all sense of social norms, you honestly couldn’t care less. All you wanted was Misa. Her eyes on you, on all the places only she got to see, her skin on yours, her touch on you, reacting to whatever sound left your mouth. You needed her darkened, glazed-over eyes filled with lust on you as you watched what she did and felt it all the same. You wanted to hear her praises just as much as you wanted to hear her own satisfaction. Oh, how you longed to get her to come undone, to be the one to get her to let go and give in, to take care of her and to make her forget even her own name, so long as she still knew yours. Yours... she was yours. And you were hers.

That much was clear again when a drink got placed in front of you— your favourite. Misa stood beside you with a set of new drinks on the tray in her hands. She smiled at you and you couldn’t help but swoon and smile back, for she’d been able to read you like the back of her hand once more.

After she had handed out the drinks, she turned to you, “You know, if you wanted to be risky tonight and try something new, there would've been better ways to go about it than wasting a good drink.” She said it so casually but so cockily too, that it didn’t make it hard for you to catch her innuendo.

You had to stop yourself from looking like an over-enthusiastic child when you watched her arm flying over your head, but your face fell when Misa’s hand rested on the seat instead of around you. The movement sent a new wave of her perfume into your face, and you balled your fists, then squeezed your legs together the second Misa’s eyes met yours.

That strong, intense look told you all— she’d seen it, she'd had to. She'd seen the way you’d glued your legs shut and then just as quickly crossed them, as if to purposely suffocate the one place you needed her most.

Misa tilted her head but her eyes remained void of any amusement to your aroused state.

Misa only ever saw you worked up in one of your apartments or when the two of you were alone, when you didn't have to hide how much you wanted her, when you could voice your desires instead of having to bury them five lightyears below the very seat you were currently sitting in.

The way your cheeks had flushed, how your eyes had glazed over and stared at her in determination in a dare not to look away, and how your body went rigid at even the slightest hint of a touch… fuck, Misa loved it a little too much. What she loved more was to wait and see how much worse she could get you. What else she could do to get those pretty doe-eyes turn darker, to have those lips of yours jut out in a silent plea, or to have you simply pull her out of the booth and into the nearest taxi back home? She desperately wanted to find that out. She also knew the longer she let you suffer, the more insufferable you would get. Perhaps it would even frustrate you as much as the time you’d been interrupted thrice and you’d then turned so bossy that it had made Misa cum with barely any effort. Misa decided it was worth the chase. And so, she stayed put. Listened to her friends. Laughed at their jokes. Sipped her drink. But she did not look your way even once. It was hard. So fucking hard. But she knew that if she played her cards right, you would forgive her by the end of the night. Or, preferably, sometime close to dawn.

She licked her lips each time she took a sip to savour the flavour of her drink, she pushed her hair back over her shoulder every time it had fallen to give you a view of her neck and jaw and she absentmindedly played with one of the discarded straws lying around, knowing you were watching her hands. She could practically feel the need within you multiply the longer she kept ignoring you. She knew you were ready, way past that, she knew you would go home right now if she asked you, but why would she do that if getting you worked up like this was half the fun of what was to come? She knew she was planning on taking good care of you later on, so she wasn’t even teasing you just for the sake of seeing you squirming in your seat. Well, that, too, actually. Because it did something to her... the way you still sat clenching your thighs together, how she could tell that you wanted nothing more than to swing your leg over her lap to straddle her. Fuck. She could feel her own resolve disappear by the second. She’d never quite had you like this before, seen you like this, and she was already addicted.

From beside her, she could hear the sharp sound of your now empty glass hitting the table as you huffed. Misa’s stomach fluttered when your form suddenly draped around hers— chin on her shoulder and arms around her as you’d slightly nestled your way behind her. Subconsciously, her hand rested against one of your thighs, squeezing once as she marvelled at the whiney sigh she could hear right below her ear. You shifted your legs when her hand hadn’t quite landed close to where you wanted her, and you bit your lip in victory when the new position had made her hand easily slide toward the inside of your leg. She laughed at something Alexia was saying, but you were far too focused on her hand squeezing your inner thigh to realise her laugh had been misplaced, her focus on you instead of the conversation, as the others now looked at her a little weirdly. Her fingers travelled upward, closer to your core, but Misa stopped as soon as she could feel the heat radiating from where you were already pulsing for her.

Within an instant, she pulled her hand back towards her glass, took a swig and said something to your friends. It was safe to say that you were fucking fuming with every uncontrollable emotion on the planet— frustration, anger, annoyance, and lust.

“Misa, stop fucking playing.” You hissed into her ear, but the intimidation and annoyance you had meant to lace your tone with, had been replaced by unashamed, guttural arousal. It was when she had the audacity to look at you all innocently and worried, a clear spiel for everyone else still in the booth, that you were ready to rip her head off. She was enjoying this, having you melt away in the seat beside her on purpose, for her own entertainment. Fine. Two could play this game.

“Remember what we didn't do here last time?” You leaned in and purred in her ear like a cat in heat, “I think tonight would be a good time." You watched how your words made her freeze up slightly, "If you don’t excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and follow after me within five minutes, I’m going home, alone, and locking the door until I’m completely satisfied.” You hushed out as seductively as you could given the circumstances, then gave her an innocent smile of your own before standing up and scooting over her lap to get out of the booth. You made sure to have your butt brush against her front with just the right amount of pressure, knowing it always drove her insane whenever you sat on her lap.

You left. Didn’t turn around. Didn’t excuse yourself to your friends. With determination in your eyes, you knew you needed to get to that bathroom quicker than she could probably make you cum today. You pushed past people in tunnel vision, your eyes concentrated on the neon bathroom sign flickering high above the crowd, which doomed closer and closer. You opened the door and left the booming of the music behind you. Girls were reapplying their make-up and fixing their hair as a smell mixed with fragrances, soap and booze ensnared your senses. You paid none of them any mind as you quickly rushed into the last toilet in the long row of stalls. It had its door creaked open, inviting you and your filthy plans inside. It was when you locked the door and lowered the lid to sit down that you realised the predicament you, or rather Misa, had put yourself in as you stared at the poster of next week’s DJ taped to the door. You were in the bathroom of a club, filled with need, panties wet and clinging to your hot skin, body tingling and mind only set on one thing— to get so fucked that you would forget the fact you were supposed to feel a little nervous about having sex in a public setting for the first time in your life.

You zipped open your clutch, quickly making use of whatever was inside to freshen yourself up so that you’d at least be a little more presentable. You could hear the songs fade in and out of each other and even here, the women at the sink had to raise their voices to be heard over the music. Each time the door opened and the sounds from the club got louder, you sucked in a breath and readied yourself for the knock that could come. Only it never did. You’d peered out of the door the first four times, but with your current unstilted hunger not being met as quickly as you’d hoped, it had felt like an eternity before you finally heard her voice call out for you.

You tugged her inside before anyone could realise what the two of you would be getting up to and then locked the door, pushing her against it as quick as you could. It sucked the breath out of her with the force and gave her no room for pleasantries.

It had been a gamble to leave you longer than she’d wanted, but it had been a risk Misa had been willing to take. She knew letting you wait just a tad longer and have you sit with your arousal could have your senses and needs heightened even more, and it seemed she had been right, going by the feral look in your eyes. All semblance of coyness was gone.

“Fifteen fucking minutes, are you kidding me?!” You growled, hating how her hands on your hips made you pathetically push further against her.

She eyed you, curiously, then with pride, “It was a risk, I’ll admit,” Her hands travelled to your lower back before softly cupping your ass while her eyes stayed on you. The look she gave you quickly replaced her cockiness— her eyes darkened even more and glazed over with visible hunger of her own.

“Don’t lie to me, you’re the most worked up you’ve ever been, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” You sighed out in a high-pitched whine when she squeezed your ass and pushed you against her front, the other hand carefully placing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You know how hard it was to ignore you?” She placed a soft kiss below your ear as her hand cupped your jaw before she deliberately let her lips graze down your neck, “How difficult it was to see you squirm and not do anything about it?” She nibbled at your collarbone, the prickly sensation sending goosebumps across your body. It reminded you of the time you'd added ice cubes to your night once.

You pulled her face up to yours, eyebrows furrowed and eyes set in pathetic need, “How will you make it up to me?”

Misa started to softly scratch at the nape of your neck, her other hand preventing you from creating any distance between the two of you.

"How do you want me to?"

Fuck, you had been so filled with the simple need of just being fucked by your girlfriend that you hadn’t even given yourself time to fantasise just how you wanted to initiate your first time having sex somewhere other than your apartments. It had you turning shy all of a sudden, as if this was the first time you were having sex, as if those months of dating had been erased from your mind. You knew very well what you liked, hell, you knew what she liked even better, but still. You felt like a pitiful teenager who could only focus on the very present throbbing between her legs and on nothing else except that. But you didn’t want to just let her pull down your panties and have your girlfriend go to work. You wanted to give yourself a little more flair than that. You could hold on a little longer, you had to. Because you hadn't just waited an hour only for it to be over within a couple of seconds.

Misa tilted her head, seemingly aware of the train of thoughts that kept your mind off track. She placed a kiss on the corner of your mouth, then licked her lips before placing another one on your bottom lip, setting her teeth into it slightly to pull your focus back to her.

“Tell me how you want it,” She mumbled against your lips again, her nose nuzzling yours, “Tell me,” You heard the desperation in her voice then, betraying how worked up you’d made her too, or rather, she’d made herself by denying you for so long. It made the intense warmth in the pit of your stomach grow even more unbearable— she had waited for this as much as you had.

Your fingers dug into her hips as you pulled one of her legs between your own, letting out a soft whimper as her clothed thigh grazed over your panties. The fabric of her jeans was just the right amount of sturdy to stimulate you. Misa lifted her leg up, resting its weight against the door with her foot propped up against it so that you didn’t have to stand on your tippy toes to grind on her leg.

You pulled her close, immediately going in for the kiss you’d been wanting for the past hour. Her tongue slipped between your lips almost immediately, swirling, pushing and dancing with your own in a hot mash of fury and hunger. Meanwhile, her hands on your hips softly coaxed your hips to grind against her leg in a steady rhythm, helping you ride her. Misa groaned at the breathy moans that left your mouth between kisses. Fuck, did she love the way she could turn you to putty with her touch. She trusted you would keep the movement going, so her hands left your hips. She couldn’t help herself and slowly pulled your dress over your butt. Her hands dipped into your underwear, resting against your ass as she squeezed you and pushed you harder onto her leg each time you grind into her again. The extra touch of her guidance made you growl in ferocious need. God, why did she have to be so hot?

"Fuck-" Your head fell back as a pathetic moan cracked your throat. Misa nibbled your neck all over, then her tongue softened the spots before a kiss sealed them off. Your soaked panties had rolled up and moved aside from the grinding, making the fabric of her jeans meet the flesh of your skin directly. Between that and the squeezing, pulling, kissing and sighing of Misa, you knew you were so close going by the fast-paced throbbing you could feel want to take over. But you weren’t satisfied, not completely, because there was still an ache within you whose needs weren’t being met. You wanted her touch there, needed her there, and you didn’t care what she would do to answer that need, so long as you would feel her inside of you within the next thirty seconds.

You stopped your grinding, realised she’d snaked up your dress halfway and decided to pull it over your head entirely. You discarded it behind you, not caring one bit where that thing would end up, not while Misa was kissing your bra-clad nipples, which perked at her touch. You took a step back, both your eyes falling onto the wet patch on Misa’s pants. Oh, the mess you'd made.

Her eyes were more intense than you’d ever seen them and you knew that beneath those jeans, she had made just as big a mess. She blindly grasped for your hands, not breaking eye contact, her thumbs grazing over them as she removed herself from the door. She made you take a step back as she walked you up to the side of the stall, careful to not have you hit your back against the paper dispenser. She slowly pulled your undies down with one finger, helping you step out of them when they reached your ankles. Her hands slid over your legs while doing so, knowing exactly how each extra touch would make you turn even crazier.

“Put your foot on the lid,” She instructed and you knew to listen, gasping as the air immediately became a stark contrast to the warm slickness between your legs. You watched as your girlfriend put her hair in a high ponytail, the scent of her shampoo from the shower earlier that night bringing you some sense of familiarity in this very unfamiliar space.

Misa tutted softly when she kneeled down, her eyes taking in your shameful sight and how you’d dripped through your underwear and down your inner thighs.

You wanted to blame her and guilt her for having made you wait this long. How did she dare to berate you when she’d been the one to blame for this? But you swallowed your witty quip down when her eyes found yours, watching your face change from annoyance to a needy pout that you trapped between your teeth. She kept her eyes on you, wanting to see the way you’d react to her mouth licking away your arousal.

Your hand pulled at her ponytail the second she latched on, flicking it around your fist to keep a tight grip on her and dare her to move away. She knew you were close going by the shallow breaths trapped in your chest and your scent that intoxicated her in the best way possible. She also knew that if she played this well, she’d get you to enjoy yourself a little longer.

You moaned and went pliant in her hands as she flicked your clit with her tongue, feeling two of her fingers slide through your folds at the same time. Your hand flew over your mouth to smother the unholy sounds wanting to come out when you heard the door open again and a new set of people came in.

“No- put that hand away.”

Misa had seen it, with her eyes still carefully noticing all your little, and not so little, reactions to her touch. Her growl had sounded muffled from between your thighs, awakening tingling vibrations against your skin. When you didn’t listen, she softly pried your hand away herself, brought it down to her face and tenderly kissed your palm before placing your hand on her shoulder.

All softness was gone when her tongue flicked against your clit again, this time in a fast-paced rhythm, applying just enough pressure for it to have the best effect and not overwhelm you too quickly. You looked down right into your girlfriend's eyes, your body yelling at you to squeeze your eyes shut in euphoria, to give in, but your mind not wanting to part from the intense eye contact she was directing your way as you watched her head bob between your thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-” You let out a string of gasps that were followed by what Misa deemed the most gorgeous moaning sobs that had ever left your mouth. And when she softly pushed the tips of her two fingers to your centre, she knew you were already seeing stars after all the stimulation you’d had mere moments before on her thigh.

You weren’t here with her anymore, that much was clear going by your eyes which you’d squeezed shut as if your life depended on it, your mouth hanging open and your body slumping against her and the stall. Fine, she thought, she’d give in and let you have it. She couldn’t wait any longer to have you cum onto her fingers anyway. It had been too long and as much as she hated both your careers for keeping you apart, she loved the intense sex you'd have each time you saw each other again. Besides, thinking of the past hour, you deserved it after having been such a good and patient girlfriend.

The second you felt her slender fingers push their way into you, you swore you were done for. You always loved whenever she used her fingers, the feeling of them against your walls each time they’d throb, pulse and clench, was something you would never get enough of. Still, it was as if Misa was set on making you cum as quickly as she could when her pace turned relentless. The sounds her fingers made as they continued to push in and out of your core, together with her tongue flicking against your wet clit would send anyone into a blushing mess, and you were no exception. But it was her groans that had changed your clenching from going as fast as your heartbeat, to prolonged duration while the pit of your stomach grew white-hot. You'd long ago given up the fight to not let go too soon.

You felt every sensation in your body and yet nothing in your mind all at the same time. The way Misa was making you feel was all-consuming and euphoric and left you feeling so so so greedy for your release that all guilt or embarrassment for whoever could hear you was thrown out of the window. All sense of control was gone, including your self-consciousness. Your body took over, your mind having been turned off as you couldn't even decipher one single coherent thought. Something was building you up, kept pulling you higher and higher. Tiny electric tingles were felt all throughout your body, tingling your skin in tiny explosions to prepare you for the most important one. The tension had you hold your breath and freeze your limbs as your back arched. You didn’t feel Misa’s hands on the back of your bare legs, softly guiding you to rest against the wall again to steady you for your orgasm. The lewd sounds that bounced off the walls of the tiny stall turned you into a whimpering mess, which in return made Misa groan against your core as she sucked again, sharply and quickly, before she mirrored the rhythm of her fingers with her tongue. You couldn’t take it anymore, didn’t know how you were still standing with this clenching feeling keeping a suffocating hold over you, practically pushing all the strength out of you to get you to release.

Misa had kept her eyes on you the entire time, knowing it was only a matter of seconds now. She hated the way she could feel her own undies clinging to her, hating even more how bad she was hurting to be touched by you. It was hard to keep satisfying you when her body begged her to listen to the enjoyable pain between her own legs, but the look on your face fuelled her focus. But fuck, those sounds you were making, the way your walls had clenched around her as she’d added a third finger, almost begging her to keep them there… the taste of your sweetness that was like ambrosia to her... it was all becoming too much.

She quickly stood up, not able to squeeze her legs as much as she wanted from her position between yours to stop herself from cumming first. You didn’t open your eyes, the phantom feeling of her mouth and tongue on your clit still so present that you hadn’t even noticed she’d removed herself. You finally realised she’d done so when two firm lips pressed against your own, your own arousal now coating your lips and tongue as she kissed you deeply. She helped you hook your leg around her waist and lifted you up against her a little, making it easier for her to angle her hand and push inside you ever deeper. Your gasps and whimpers mixed perfectly with those of her own between your messy but firm kisses. Your arms snaked around her neck, but that was all you managed to do before a familiar feeling pulsed through your entire body, from the nape of your neck to your toes. You went with it, letting your body guide you through the sensual feeling of your release. You let it take control, let it push you into a relaxing numbness, not even daring to fight it because the feeling was simply too good.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” Misa mumbled into your mouth after some curse words at seeing you come completely undone in her arms. But you hadn’t heard a word of it as her touch, and what her touch had released within you, had lulled you into a state of pure and primal bliss.

It wasn’t until gentle kisses were pressed against your temple and you felt Misa’s strong arms keeping your shaking body up that you realised you'd been gone momentarily.

The world softly came back to you. First, you heard the rapid bass of the music again, then, as your eyes slowly fluttered open, you watched as Misa’s eyes were on you, taking you in. You weakly patted her chest to answer the question in her eyes, telling her you were good, but just needed a moment. You watched her take some paper towels, but you didn’t fully register it until you felt her gently clean you up, eyes as soft and caring as if she hadn’t just defiled you better than you could have ever imagined she would in a fucking bathroom stall.

Misa tapped your ankle gently, helping you back into your undies as you rested your hands atop her shoulders. Then she pulled your dress back over your head with such care, that you swore you could swoon. She didn’t need you to tell her that there would be no round two. Not here, at least, not right after. She’d take you home, make you a warm bath, clean you up properly and help your body relax after the energy it had spent.

She wanted to sit you down on the lid, to have you take a breather, but Misa furrowed her brows when you softly pushed her against the door, having regained some of your strength, and, going by the look in your eyes, also some of your hunger. Your shaking fingers pulled at the buttons of her jeans before you helped her shimmy out of them. Misa’s breath hitched as she watched you get on your knees in front of her, using her jeans to pad them from the harsh cold tiles. This wasn’t what she deserved after she’d purposefully neglected you for the longest time. This spontaneous adventure had been meant to please you, not herself, even if hearing and seeing you cum because of her had almost sent her over the edge as well.

You knew this, knew Misa could be a very selfless lover, always putting your needs before her own, which was exactly why you couldn't have that today. Or... could you? In your mind, despite the mindblowing orgasm your girlfriend had just given you, it was still 0-0, for she'd only done what was right after teasing you.

“What are you-”

She gasped as you pulled down her panties to her ankles and lifted one of her legs to rest over your shoulder. Your fast breaths fanned her core in a way that drove her insane already. Your mouth hovered over her for the five longest seconds Misa had ever known as you waited to see what she’d do or say, if you could break her like she'd broken you. She let out a whine, high but short.

Fuck, Misa hadn’t expected this turn of events and had willed her orgasm back into oblivion, but now it came back to her full force as she watched your pretty little face looking up at her, ready to fuck her into that same oblivion. The sight almost made her shy and blush furiously.

The sound of her desperation ushered you on. The second your warm mouth latched onto her clit, sucking it between your lips, she was a moaning mess above you. Her hands which were usually so in control on a day-to-day basis became a chaotic mess in your now tangled hair as she pulled and tugged to get you closer. Her leg tensed and trapped you flush against her as she slightly slid down the door, unable to keep herself up when all the strength that had previously been in her legs, now went to keeping herself from orgasming right then and there, just so that she could enjoy this feeling a little longer. She revelled in the feeling of your firm grip on the back of her trembling legs and your hand travelling up her trained stomach, where your hand could feel the clench of her muscles. She promised herself to make sure to work the both of you up so many more times after this, if this was a possible result.

Misa could feel herself go, could sense something taking over for her, seeing as she no longer controlled herself, but then you moved away. You immediately heard her catch the breath she’d held for as long as your mouth had been on her clit. You licked a broad stroke down, towards her centre, and felt your tongue slide through her folds so easily it almost made you chuckle at how close she already was. She mewled above you, the sound mixing with the noise of the club and the chatter in the background. She threw her head back, bumping it into the door, then three times more while her hands looked for whatever she could hold onto and keep her upward the moment your tongue slid into her painfully slow.

Oh, how you loved everything about this— her heated arousal on your tongue and dripping down your chin, her leg locking you in, the sounds she was making which you knew could definitely be heard from the other side of the door and the realisation that you wanted her to be even louder. Still, you hated how this cramped space constricted you from angling up towards her the way you wanted, how your tongue could not do what you knew she needed. But… perhaps this was exactly what she deserved? Just a little taste of what she could have had, had she not ignored you and just taken you home to properly fuck you senseless…. use whatever you had at home to make it even better, have the entire apartment at your disposal with so many perfect spots... and not be trapped in this tiny cubicle.

Misa slid down against the door, positioning her hips in a way that gave you easier excess to get deeper, but right as she anticipated your tongue to dip in further and lick at her walls, you pulled away.

With wide eyes of confusion and pure disbelief, she watched as you wiped at your chin with a paper towel, then used the back of your thumb to wipe away the last bits on your lip, licking it clean with the dirtiest look directed at her.

Her chest heaved with shallow breaths, and you realised you’d stopped at the most excruciating moment for her.

“What-” She swallowed hard and watched as you softly placed your fingers beneath her chin to pull her into a sweet kiss. Misa kissed back eagerly, pressing into you, arms hoping to pull you back to her. But then you bent down only to help her back into her clothes as if you hadn’t just been on the brink of ruining her.

“Will you let me wait again or will you go home with me right now?” You fixed your hair by touch without any mirror in sight, grabbed your clutch and gave her the sweetest grin, knowing you had her in the palm of your hand.

“Y/N-” She breathed out, still alienated by the turn of events.

“That’s what I expect to hear out of that pretty mouth within… hmmm-” You checked your phone, "Half an hour, or so? Depends on if we can grab a taxi quickly.”

“Fuck-” She gasped out, but let out a breathy, unbelieving chuckle as she pulled a hand through her hair.

With the most innocent look you could muster while feeling anything but, you asked, “I thought you said you wanted to try being edged?”

“Not like this!” She whined and rubbed her temples, pushing herself off the door. She went quiet for a few seconds before she shook her head, the ghost of a smile playing on her face, “I deserved this, didn’t I?”

“Your words.” You said before playfully pinching her cheek and kissing her again, making sure that she got the message that you’d make sure you’d finish what you’d started as soon as your front door would fall shut in its hinges. You stood there a couple of minutes, both having to take a breather before going back out.

You perked your ears to figure out if you had a crowd on the other side of the door.

Misa laughed beside you,

“We're way past worrying about people catching on… and uh," She grinned guiltily, "-you better prepare to go back to the booth. I left my jacket there.”

You looked at her, face frozen to see if she was kidding. She wasn’t. You knew you’d already been gone for fifteen minutes minimum only waiting for Misa, you had no idea how long the two of you had been in here together. But Misa looked absolutely ruined and she hadn’t even truly been at the receiving end. You worried you wouldn't be able to pass as innocent in the eyes of your friends, knowing you probably looked way past salvation.

“Um, walk of shame, I guess?”

Misa opened the lock and walked out backwards, not giving a damn if people saw the two of you leaving the stall together, looking the way you did.

She grinned like the cheshire cat, “More like a victory lap?”

“You insatiable minx!” You tried to playfully slap her with your clutch, but she’d grabbed your arm and pulled you closer to her instead.

“Who cares. Let them be jealous of us.” She squeezed your hand, twice, and guided you through the crowd of dancing people and coloured flashing lights. The beat of the music mirrored that of your heart which still hadn’t quite settled down and only picked up again as you approached the booth with your friends, hand-in-hand. Then you realised...

"Misa- your pants!" You quickly stopped, gesturing to her thigh where visible proof of your shenanigans still coated her jeans. She waved it off, laughing awkwardly, "It's too dark here to notice. Someone just spilt a drink on me, if they ask. Which they won't, because that'd be a really awkward question." She pulled you closer, comforting you, and you accepted the invite to cling to her.

“Aaah! Look at this-” Jenni’s voice immediately boomed over the music when she saw you approach, catching everyone’s attention as they followed her line of sight to Misa and you. "-there you are!"

“I thought you two had left!” Mapi rose her eyebrows, before she, along with the group noticed your flushed cheeks from the afterglow and how you were practically glued to each other. There was a tension floating between the two of you, visible and tangible. Even a fool could sense what had gone on.

“I forgot my jacket, but yeah, we’re done for tonight,” Misa spoke shamelessly, grabbed her jacket off the seats and immediately, albeit smoothly, held it in front of her ruined jeans before she joined you in kissing your friends goodbye.

“We’ll see you all tomorrow, yeah? Lunch at one, was it?” You wanted to make sure.

"Sure..." Jenni drew out, not believing you would leave the apartment before the sun would go down again.

You saw the exact thought wander across Misa's face as she guided you outside to the taxi stands. She finally turned to you, "About tomorrow... do we really have to?"

You rolled your eyes and pulled her closer, hooking your arm in hers and nuzzling into her as you walked together, "A promise is a promise."

"Exactly, and, well... you did promise to continue where we left off, so what if that takes up the entire night and I'm simply too tired to make it to lunch in time?"

You looked up at her, a cheeky glint in your eyes, "Then I guess we'll just have to be fashionably late."

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