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forzalando · 3 months

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Orange Theory

Charles Leclerc x best friend!reader (female reader)

summary: charles and his best friend do countless nice things for each other, but they're just behaving like any good friend would. right? wc: 2.5k author's note: ok guys so this is not the Charles fic i promised (she is still a WIP and i will finish her eventually. probably will have to be a multi-part fic with how long it's getting), but i hope you enjoy this one in the meantime! special thanks to @scuderiahoney for encouragement and inspiration. special thanks to @sof1shticated for reading and assuring me this doesn't suck. if you haven't read their fics, both Lee and Mel have some gems that i adore. HIGHLY recommend checking out their masterlists! warnings: none!

You loved summer break – Charles was home for at least a few weeks, days spent on a yacht, every afternoon and evening spent with friends either at dinner or out at some club until someone got too drunk to carry on.

Today was, in your humble opinion, the perfect day. All of your friends, courtesy of Charles, were sprawled out on the sun deck of a rented boat or splashing around in the water below. You could feel the heat radiating off of Lando as he laid next to you and whispered about how McLaren was making insane upgrades – according to him, they might just have a race-winning car in the second half of the season.

“Are you boring my best friend to tears, Norris?” The brutal sun disappeared behind Charles’ body as he stood above you – as if on instinct, he shifted slightly so that you could look up at him and not be blinded by its rays.

“She’s hanging on my every word, right, Y/N? In fact, she asked me how I’m feeling about Zandvoort and the rest of the season.”

“And?” Charles asked, a small smile on his face.

“Like I would tell you what’s going on with the car! I know Y/N can keep a secret, she would never betray me to a prancing horse. She bleeds papaya.”

You laughed along with Lando – the one point of contention that had always existed in your friendship with Charles. Of course, you became a Ferrari fan because of him, but you’d always been a McLaren and Mercedes loyalist. It was something that Lando, Oscar, and George relished in.

“Alright, alright, no need to rub it in, Norris,” you giggled. “What can I do for you, Charlie?”

“I just came to give you this.”

Within seconds, a perfectly peeled orange dropped in your lap. Lando’s eyes grew wide for a moment but a swift glare from Charles had his face back to normal in no time. You missed the interaction, jumping up from your seat in excitement.

“Aw, Charlie! You are the best friend a girl could ask for,” you chirped as you started separating the wedges of fruit.

“Ah, don’t mention it,” he sighed, waving his citrus-scented hand in the air. “There’s more in the cooler if you want! Freshly peeled!”

“Thank you, mon cher ami.” You quickly kissed his cheek, noticing as you pulled away just how red it was, along with his neck and the tips of his ears. “Charles! How many times do I have to tell you to put on sunscreen? Your face and neck are fried!”

“I don’t think it’s from the sun,” Lando mumbled, his eyes trained on the fruit in your hands. With Charles insisting he was fine, you could barely hear what he had said.

“What did you say, Lan?” You asked, turning your attention away from Charles for a moment.

Once again, Lando was met with a menacing glare and he laughed awkwardly before moving his gaze to the horizon.

“Nothing, nothing, Y/N. Just thinking out loud.”

Shrugging your shoulders, you turned back to Charles and handed him the orange he had just given to you. With your now free hands, you rifled through your beach bag until you found the SPF 50 face cream you had packed that morning with Charles in mind.

“Here, I packed this for you. Please put some on so I don’t have to worry about you getting sun poisoning,” you pleaded with your best puppy dog eyes.

Charles stared without answering for far too long – anything you wanted, all you had to do was ask him and he’d do it. Even without you gazing at him with your wide, siren eyes, he would give you the world if you so desired it.

He shook his head slightly, pulling himself out of the daze caused by your pleading eyes. “Oui, ma fleur, I will put on the sun cream. Je promets.”

You smiled in triumph, taking the orange back from Charles and bidding him a “see you later” before laying back down in your lounger. Popping an orange slice into your mouth, you let out a contented sigh. Somehow, whether Charles was magic or he had some serious connections in the produce world, the fruit he picked out and gave to you always tasted better than anything you bought yourself.

“He peels your oranges for you?”

You hummed and turned to Lando – “what, Lan?”

“Does Charles always peel your oranges for you?”

“Well, no, obviously not always. Why?”

Before Lando could answer, Lily plopped down next to you and stole an orange slice from your hand.

“I swear,” she huffed, “Alex and George are competitive to begin with, but when they get together, it’s unbearable. They’ve been having a “who can hold their breath the longest” contest for the past thirty minutes! Rematch after rematch after rematch, I called in my favor with Oscar to get out of judging their little competition.”

“As if either of them could beat me, they probably didn’t ask me to join because they’re scared,” Lando bragged. “I’ll leave you ladies to chat, go show them how it’s done.”

As Lando walked towards the edge of the boat, you and Lily turned towards one another.

“Men,” you scoffed in unison, following it up with belly laughs and lingering giggles.

As the laughter died down, Lily ate the orange slice she had stolen from you and practically moaned in delight. “Where did you get this orange? It might be the best I’ve ever had!”

“It’s from Charles! I was just thinking about this, I don’t know how he does it but he always has the best fruit. Every time he brings me any I am both ecstatic and pissed off – my fruit is never as good as his and we shop at the same grocery store!”

“Well, does he have any more oranges? I could eat 20 of these.”

“He said he left me more in his cooler, let me grab them.”

A few moments later, you walked back to Lily with a bag of peeled oranges in your right hand and two bottles of water in your left.

“Are you a professional orange peeler? You were only gone for two minutes.”

“Oh no,” you giggled, “Charles peeled them for me. He knows I don’t like peeling them so when he can, he always does it for me.”

“Y/N,” Lily looked at you suspiciously, “do you know what the orange peel theory is?”

You wracked your brain but came up empty. “No, what is it?”

Lily went into a brief explanation – something about how it became a viral tik tok challenge, people asking their partners if they would peel an orange for them and how it was an indicator of true love, soulmates, a healthy relationship, and everything in between. “Well, that’s just silly,” you mumbled through chews, orange juice dribbling down your chin. “I think it just means someone is a good person – Charlie and I aren’t anything more than friends and he peels my oranges, among other things, because he has a good heart.”

“Among other things?” Lily pressed you, her eyes gleaming with something you couldn’t quite place.

“He slices my apples because I have never been able to master the apple corer contraption! And he takes all my grapes off the stems when he’s at my place because I never do – it’s too tedious.”

“What else?”

“Oh, when we go out to breakfast, he always brings me a tea when he picks me up. He’s an early riser and I take forever to get ready. He knows I never have time to make it myself when we have plans before 10am.”

Lily was smirking at you, no, smiling at you. It was a little unnerving, the way she was entirely amused at the information you were giving her. However, the moment was briefly interrupted by the arrival of Alex.

“What are we talking about, ladies?” He spoke cheerfully, a broad smile on his face which meant that he was most likely declared the best breath holder of the 2019 rookies.

“Y/N was just telling me about all the sweet things Charles does for her,” Lily gushed.

“Oh god, when is he not doing things for her? Did you see him buttering her bread for her at dinner last week?”

Lily burst out laughing while you playfully punched Alex’s arm. “I’m indecisive! He butters it for me while I read the menu since it takes me so long to figure out what I want to order. It saves time!”

“He does that on a regular basis?” Alex asked incredulously, looking at Lily with wide eyes. “My god, that man is head over heels.”

“Alex,” you protested, “Charles is not in love with me. We’ve been friends for six years, I think I would know by now.”

“You’re both impossible,” Alex groaned. “Come on, Lily, I just came over to get you so we could play water polo with George and Carmen.”

Lily sighed in defeat, though she had a smile on her face at the thought of spending time with Alex even if it meant another competition. “I’ll see you, later, yeah?” She called over her shoulder, waving goodbye as you teased her by dramatically eating another slice of orange and settling back in your chair. At the front of the boat, Charles was laughing with Pierre and almost as if he felt you looking, he turned around and met your gaze.

Even though you had just wholly denied anything more than friendship between you and him, you couldn’t help but think about your interactions with Lily and Alex.

Sure, Charles sometimes did things that were out of the ordinary for ‘just friends’, but he had the sweetest soul of anyone you’d ever met. He always sacrificed his umbrella or jacket for you, made sure you had fresh tulips in your apartment when he was home in between races, had your favorite meal delivered to you when you were having a rough day while he was away and you missed him.

You did things for him too – cleaned his apartment when you knew he was on his way back to Monaco, left him plenty of sticky notes with words of encouragement if he was coming back from a bad race, stocked his fridge full of his favorite things. Recently, you’d been gifting him annotated books because he mentioned he wanted to read more and always enjoyed listening to you talk about your favorite novels. Since you spent most of the year apart, you decided he could at least read your thoughts.

When you could come to races, unfortunately a rare occurrence due to your graduate classes and work schedule, he made sure Ferrari hospitality had your favorite flavor of sparkling water on hand. Anytime you saw a cute dog video, you would send it to him because they always made him smile.

You’d do anything to make him smile, just as he would for you, which is what a good friend would do. A best friend, it’s what a best friend would do.

But best friends didn’t linger in doorways and stare at each other’s lips when bidding each other goodnight. They didn’t cuddle close and fall asleep in each other’s arms on a couch while watching whatever movie you had chosen because he always let you choose.

They didn’t look at one another the way Charles was looking at you now – his sunglasses pushed up on top of his head and a dopey smile on his face. He waved to you and dramatically blew you a kiss, something he always did when he caught your eye across a room, no matter who was around.

You practically launched yourself to your feet, the last remaining orange slices in your lap falling to the lounger and staining the seat with juice. It was only seconds until you were standing in front of Charles but the walk over felt like an eternity with the way the world around you disappeared and your heart pounded in your chest.

“Est-ce que tu maimes, Charles?”

The question came out in one breath, your chest heaving in anticipation for his response.

“Of course, I love you, ma fleur,” he laughed. “What’s gotten into you?”

“No,” you panted. “Do you love me, Charlie? Est-ce que tu maimes?”

“Of course, I love you,” he answered again, his eyes shining and a small smile on his face that told you everything you needed to know. “Every time I think of you, I love you. Every time I breathe, I love you.”

“Every time you peel my oranges?” You whispered, holding up your orange juice-stained fingertips. He took your right hand in his and held it up to his face to kiss your palm, his eyelashes fluttering against you gently.

“Especially when I peel your oranges. Did you know that I hate doing it too? Like, really hate it. I don’t even peel them for myself.”

You gasped in shock, watching as he threw his head back and laughed jovially.

“I’d do anything for you, ma fleur. Mon soleil. Mon cœur.”

“Would you kiss me?”

“Maybe if Pierre would leave and stop gawking at us.”

This time you threw your head back to laugh, Charles soon joining you as Pierre protested the accusation.

“No, no,” he shouted, “you didn’t even give me a chance to leave. Just started declaring your love before I knew what was happening. Which, by the way, was so obvious it was starting to get annoying. We’ve all tried dropping hints to both of you so I don’t know who got through to you, Y/N, but – ”

“Pierre!” You shouted, eyes wide and arm gesturing him away from the two of you.

“Ah, désolé, I’m leaving,” he grumbled, almost tripping over his own feet to get away as quickly as possible.

You giggled again and Charles gripped your chin softly, pulling your eyes away from Pierre and back to face him.

He leaned in gently, as if he was afraid you would back away and regret taking the leap to go from friends to something so much more.

He tasted like salt water, smelled like sweet fruit and sunscreen – you smiled into the kiss knowing that he had listened to you and put it on, even though you knew he hated the way it felt on his skin.

His fingers gripped your waist and yours trailed up his chest – both of you slightly sticky from the citrus juices and sweat from the sun.

You pulled away and nudged his nose with yours, breathing him in and wishing that this moment would never end. Charles lowered you both to the sun deck, adjusting until you were sitting between his legs and his arms were wrapped firmly around you, the two of you facing the sunset and open sea.

After a few moments, you broke the shared silence. “You know, I would have happily peeled an orange for you if you had ever asked me,” you asserted.

Charles’ hold on you softened at your admission, the thinly veiled meaning not at all lost on him as he pressed his lips to your cheek.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

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daddyricsdoll · 1 month

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So first of all congrats to your 1kkkk😭❤️

And so for the blurb Like maybe prompt

“Don’t make me pull over or I’ll fuck you till you can’t speak.” And “let me take your innocence” With Charles Leclerc

Would love ittt❤️

Oh thank youuuu!! And yes... I'm back?

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“Please mon amour.” Charles grunts, keeping a deadly grip on the steering wheel as he drives through the thin roads of Monaco.

“But Cha, I thought you wanted me to look pretty. Make them jealous, show me off.” I say so innocently, playing with the hem of my skin tight short dress.

“I-fuck, not now and not like that.” He focuses back on the road. Clenching his jaw and placing one of his hands on my thigh. Massaging my skin with warm hands but a contrast of his cold rings.

His gesture usually sweet but I knew his tight hold on me was for a different reason.

“I didn’t even wear any panties for you.” Muttering the words quietly and watching Charles as he bites his lip.

“Don’t make me pull over or I’ll fuck you till you can’t speak.” Charles spits out, eyes burning holes of lust into my body.

“What makes you think I don’t want that?” I grab ahold of his hand, dragging it further up my burning hot thigh. Forcing his thick fingers to go beneath the fabric of my dress and between my thighs.

“Fuck, why you being such a brat tonight?” Charles questions as he makes a sharp turn before pulling over. Still not enough time for me to answer, knowing all too well he didn’t expect one from me, but I had to ask myself that too. Maybe it’s the way those thick glasses perfectly sit atop his nose and make a tear drip down my leg. Or maybe his suit and how his veiny hands leave you wondering what’s underneath all that fabric. Is his touch as good as he looks? Is it as smooth as his voice or as rough as the short stubble on his flawless face.

“Don’t move.” He commands of me. Rushing out of his door to get to mine. Opening it quickly and letting the door slowly rise, gradually revealing the man behind it.

“Cha-”

“Mon amour, you know it’s so hard,” Charles places his hands on each of my cheeks to kiss my lips. Letting his arms drop to soon grab my hips and pull me out of his Ferrari.

“to not touch you when you do that.” Closing the door behind me and leaving no space between us like positive and negative forces.

“I do it for you Charles, it’s so hard to act like I don’t crave you.” I breathe against his neck, a charm of hummingbirds singing in my stomach as I fill my nose in his parfum.

“Oh mon amour… then let me take your innocence. Let me have you.”

Charles whispers, bringing his head in front of mine so we can see each other directly. It was as if he took the blue from the sky and placed it into his eyes, giving it a reason to be in hues of pink, orange and yellow.

“Always.” I answer in a whisper that’s barely audible. But it’s perfect for his ears, not needing another word to be said in advance to finally raising my dress. Bringing it to my stomach and giving Charles a perfect view of my truth.

My panties, nowhere to be seen. And my pussy, oh it was throbbing and dripping. I didn’t have to tell him I needed him, it was obvious from the expression on my face and the silent words my body revealed.

He caressed my lower abdomen with the tips of his fingers, teasing me and helping me gain composure for the touch I knew I’d get. Dragging them lower and lower until he was a mere nanometer from my folds. Eyes flicking back at me once more. And I open my legs further, a silent gesture to tell him to carry on.

Immediately making my lips part once Charles makes contact with my folds. Taking no time to find my entrance and pry against it. Gathering my slick and making it easier for him to start sliding one of his thick and long digits inside of me. His finger itself, already stretching my unmarked pussy.

“Please Cha.” I moan quietly, not asking for anything in particular but just more of his touch. Going insane as he starts thrusting in and out, eventually adding another finger and making it impossible for me to stay quiet. Deep and heavy breaths leaving my mouth, and little curses of his name. He pushes me further against the side of the car, making it seem as though he’s about to kiss me with the small distance between our faces. Instead curling his fingers and rubbing my clit with his calloused palm.

Allowing me to wallow into the feeling of his hand. Making my imagination seem pathetic. Even as I close my eyes I still see Charles. Trying to just focus on the sensation of his hand but his painfully beautiful face always needs attention. Forcing my hand to grab the back of his neck and close the gap between us. His soft lips fused against mine. Tasting sweeter than honey and more addicting than a drug. I couldn’t stop. Pulling his bottom lip between mine, sucking on it before Charles takes the dominance again. Biting my lip and making it more than impossible to part. Not even giving me the opportunity to moan from pleasure. But still somehow, Charles knew I was on the verge of my release. Arching my back and helplessly falling into Charles. Nearly crying as I came around his fingers.

His name leaving my swollen lips endlessly, just for me to finally gain clearer vision again and see Charles unbuttoning his pants with one hand. His other fingers that were recently inside of me, now being twirled by his tongue, between his silky lips.

“Amour,” I call him by my own nickname. “I can’t, you were so fucking good before, I can’t take more.”

“I know you can, and… I haven’t taken your innocence yet.” Charles states, just as he lowers pants and I grow all the lust I had before, even more. Opening my legs wider and seeming like a delirious woman who craves what she can ultimately have.

“Fuck, take it. Take it all.”

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jaslan4f1 · 2 months

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She chose me - Did she?

pairing: Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x femalereader

summary: Charles, Lando and you and unbreakable Trio but what happens when you find out that they both have feeling for you.

warnings: /

(a/n): English is not my native language so this may contain consistency errors, i would really appreciate the corrections but please, be kind. feedback is also appreciated ♡

It all started because of a stupid interview you had with an mega hyped motorsport podcast.

One of them asked you “So Y/n we all know that due to your job as an f1 journalist you are really close to the whole grid. But our listeners would probably like it if you would share who your fav is”

You chuckled at the question, knowing that this question has just one logical answer.

“Oh I could never choose one. I like them all really, they all have different personalities and I really enjoy spending time with them” you said politely.

The podcaster just looked at you and smirked, knowing that they had some proof which 2 drivers you are definitely more around.

“Oh really we have seen you many times around with Charles and Lando. These two are definitely up on your list right? They have also shared that they enjoy having you around or during post race interviews with you.” You laughed at their statement. “Really they said that? Wow I feel so special. Yes ok fine, Lando and Charles are definitely up there” you had to keep your big smile back thinking about them.

In reality Lando, Charles and you were extremely close. You 3 had your own post race traditions and made movies nights after each qualifying.

You liked hanging out with them you would even describe them as your best friends on the grid.

What you didn’t know was that Charles and Lando weren’t actually that close and played friends in front of you. Both being lovesick idiots for you. They both were desperate for your attention. Lando did not hate Charles but he despised the fact that Charles could be a perfect match for you.

Charles thought that Lando would be a good friend for you but he was too childish for you. Charles was convinced that he was the man you wanted.

- present -

You were sitting in Landon’s driver room because he wanted you to wait for him there after practice 1 ended. You scrolled through your phone and read some comments about your interview in the hyped motorsport podcast. Some people shipped you with Lando some said that you and Charles were definitely an endgame. You shook your head with a smile on your face. “Who got you smiling like that darling” a male voice said.

“God Lan you scared me” Lando chuckled at your words. “You didn’t answered my question” he started walking towards you and sat next to you on his couch. He took your phone knowing that you trusted him and he could see what got you smiling. You watched his face and analyzed his reaction.

“ I think they are right” he suddenly said and turned his head to look at you. “About what part? Shipping me and you or that Charles and I would be the perfect endgame” you teased him.

Landos eyes got smaller, jealousy started growing in him. “Don’t do that” you looked into his eyes. They looked like tears were forming. Did that made Lando emotional? His lips were in a tight line. He didn’t dared to speak out his thoughts. I like you y/n please don’t choose Charles.

You started deep in his eyes. Suddenly the room was filled with tension and hot air. You could feel the need to kiss him. Fuck no that wasn’t right, he was your best friend right?

You could answer your thoughts because in the next moment your phone vibrated.

“Yes” you picked it up still haven’t stopped the eye contact.

“Y/n it’s Charles where are you I have to see you mon amour” the monegasque said.

Landos eyes filled with more sadness but instead of saying anything he took your phone and answered Charles for you.

“Yo it’s Lan we will be there in a minute ok bye” and with that he ended the call. “That wasn’t very nice Lan” you laughed. “Who said I have to be nice all the time”

After 5 minutes you found Charles. He tried to overplay the feeling of jealousy that he felt every time when he saw you alone with Lando. “Hey Charlie” you said and hugged him. Charles and Landos eyes met during the hug. Charles smirked knowing that you were the only one that gave Charles that nickname. Landos blood boiled and his face couldn’t cover that he didn’t liked Charles hands on you.

But somehow you were always the only one who didn’t seem to see the behavior of both boys.

After the hug you 3 went to the cafeteria and ate some post race day snacks. Of course the boys choose something more healthier that fitted into their diet.

“I will use the restroom for a second if you’d excuse me” you said and left the boys alone.

“Did you have a great time with her in your driver room?” Charles asked with a raspy voice. Lando laughed because he nodded with a smirk on his face. “You know little Lando in the end it will always be me” Charles said confidently.

“And why would you think that” Lando laid back into his chair. “Because she already chose me” Charles said and emptied his drink.

“Did she?”

a/n: Hey guys long time, no see. I had some busy months but I’m back and had this scenario stuck in my head since the TikTok sound started trending. Hope you like this one xoxo 💋

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writtenfangirl · 7 months

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Call Me By My Name

Singapore was arguably the most exciting race of the season. Been thinking about writing fics for Carlos Sainz too but only if there's a demand for it so drop your prompts/suggestions if you guys feel like reading about our favorite Smooth Operator!

Y/N clicked the little red dot on the screen of her phone before nestling it amongst the clutter of the TV stand, aiming it towards her and her unsuspecting boyfriend, who was too busy preparing himself a bowl of cereal in the kitchen to notice his girlfriend’s mischievous grin or the furtive glances she was casting his way.

Not for the first time in her life, Y/N was grateful for the apartment’s open floor plan.

Charles’ apartment was located in one of the highest buildings in Monaco. Many of Charles’ driver friends lived in the same apartment complex but only he lived in the penthouse. The owner of the building was a big fan of his and had given Charles the penthouse of less than half the price.

The building was close to the sea and with Charles’ living in the highest floor, his apartment had one of her favorite views in the world. They spent hours of their lives here with the windows open, the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, mingling with the salty sea breeze that flew through the room. Sunsets were even more gorgeous with the view of the apartment and Y/N always made sure to leave after dark so she could watch the sun sinking beneath the waves. Not that Charles really allowed her to go when it go too dark. Most of the time, he insisted she’d stay over for the night so he knew she was safe.

Another reason why she preferred to “leave” after dark.

The apartment’s wide and expansive space was airy, light easily filtering through the window’s gauzy curtains. The open floor plan meant Y/N was able to keep her phone hidden in a little space next to the TV without Charles noticing it, all the while affording her phone a view of the kitchen unobstructed.

She sent her phone a quick grin and a thumbs up before she settled on one of the couches in the living room that gave her a perfect of view of Charles. He was shirtless, his back turned to her as he reached for a bowl in the high shelf of his cupboard.

“Baby, do you want anything?” Charles called out as he continued preparing his food.

“Do you think you can make me of a cup of coffee, Charles?” She answered, a little too innocently when he went back to the empty bowl that he placed on the kitchen isle with a box of cereal in his hands.

Almost instantly he paused, the cereal box raised and half-poured, his eyes wide in alarm instantly snapping to her. “What did you say?”

“I said, can you make me a cup of coffee, Charles?” She repeated, fighting to keep her expression blank. How she managed to not burst out laughing at the sight of pure and abject horror at her boyfriend’s face was beyond her.

His alarmed expression intensified at his name as he put down the cereal box, his snack forgotten. “Did I do something to upset you, amore? Are you mad at me?”

She feigned ignorance. “No, Charles. I just want some coffee.”

“You did it again!” He exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at her as he rounded the kitchen aisle and came out of the kitchen and into the living room.

“Did what again?”

“You called me Charles!”

“That’s your name!” She exclaimed, unable to stop her laugh this time.

“What is today?” He demanded before fishing his phone out of his pocket and checking the date. “Today is not your birthday or our anniversary. What did I do?”

“Nothing!” She exclaimed.

“But you are calling me Charles, amore! That means you are mad!”

“Am I not allowed to call you Charles?” She teased.

“No.” He declared with a pout. “You can only call me Charles when you are mad at me. Any other day, you call me babe or amore or (a term of endearment in your native language).”

“Okay, Charles. Please make me a cup of coffee?”

His pout turned into a scowl before he raised a hand to his brow like a sailor searching for land. He turned left and right and in such a dramatic way, it could only be called sarcastic. “Who is this Charles, amore? Do I know him? Is he here?”

“You are Charles! Charles Marc Herve Percival Leclerc!”

“Ask Charles to make you your coffee.” He scoffed before he crossed his arms, his head cocked high up into the sky before he spun around and sauntered back to the kitchen.

Y/N couldn’t stop her laughter anymore. Not when her overdramatic boyfriend occasionally acted like a child when he was being teased by her. She shook her head, her lips pulled into a smile as she jumped on her feet and walked to the kitchen, embracing him from behind as he poured cereal into his once abandoned bowl. “I’m only kidding, babe. Can you please make me a cup of coffee?” And to seal the deal, Y/N stood on her tip toes and placed a kiss on his stubbly cheeks.

Almost immediately, Charles’s sulking face lightened into a grin as he turned around, took her face in his warm hands and placed a quick kiss on her lips. It was so fast, it was more appropriate to call it a peck but it had the same effect as his other kisses. Her toes curled, her smile turning wide and infectious.

“Okay, amore,” he said when he pulled away, his smile as incandescent as hers no doubt was. His verdant eyes were almost glittering, reminding of her of leaves against the summer sun, impossibly green yet tinged blue when held up to the sky. “I will make you your coffee, just the way you like it.”

“Thank you,” and then because she couldn’t help it, “Charles.”

His answering groan was enough to give Y/N a permanent smile for the rest of the day.

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madwomansapologist · 1 year

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Hello! I noticed that you have Brooklyn nine nine in your masterlist

As a fan of B99, May I request a wholesome headcanon of Rosa Diaz, Amy Santiago, Jake Peralta, Charles Boyle and Terrence Jeffords' reaction of meeting the reader who is captain Raymond Holt and kevin cosner's adoptive child and is working in the 99th precinct

Sorry if this is long

99th precint meeting Kevin & Holt adoptive child would include

synopsis: The squad already knew that Raymond Holt is a man of few words, but who would have thought that he had a child?

warnings: none. gender neutral. no race implied. no age implied. like jake and amy, everyone deserves to feel like Holt and Kevin's kid. all b99 detectives included. reader have Holt and Kevin's personality.

Dear 99th Precint, I proudly inform you that today will be my child's first day of work as a rookie cop in our precinct. Don't embarrass me. Sincerely, Raymond Holt.

• No one had ever heard Raymond talking about having a child. They never saw a photo of them on his house. Kevin never mentioned something. Or have them? No. No, they didn't.

• Even Gina was surprised. She was mean about it, of course, but she didn't knew anything.

• When Holt arrived, everyone was waiting for him on his office. Peralta tried to play cool before asking, but soon Terry was screaming about how could he have a child and didn't say anything to them.

Haymond answered without blinking an eye: "Peralta would make it weird." Everyone understood. "Hey!" Everyone except Peralta. "But why you don't have pictures with them on your house?" Amy asked. "Are you implying I would forget my child's face, Santiago?" Holt was clearly offended.

• You arrived apologizing for being three minutes and seven seconds late. Rosa widened her eyes, muttering about you being his copy. Holt smiled at that comment.

• Jake tried to act like a cool big brother but as soon as you opened your mouth he was fangirling over you. You made a mental note about calling him "bro" if you ever needed something from him or wanted to make him happy. Every single little thing you did was a reason for him to smile widely.

• Terry offered to show you the place, and told you everyone's name. He was all sweet and polite, acting like the dad of the squad. Well, he was. Terry made questions about your training and abillities. He was trying to show off, and it was working.

• Amy was affraid of saying something wrong. Amy danced when you said your father talked about her, and immediately regreted that. All her atempts of acting cool were imterrupted by Gina's jokes. She almost cried when you refered to her as your father's apprentice.

• Hitchcock and Scully thought you were already working with them. They didn't get what was happening. Holt was so glad when they went to took a nap.

• You and Rosa sat down and spent thirty minutes in absolute silence. It was the best experience of your entire life.

• Gina was waiting for you in the hallway of the bathroom. She asked if you wanna form a alliance with her. You obviously said yes, despite not knowing what she really meant by that.

• You were surprised for not meeting Boyle. On your lunch break, you realized why: he had rushed to prepare a meal for the two of you. He and Terry got into a fight about food while you were eating. It was exactly like your father told you. It was perfect.

• You have a nice feeling about working there.

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sidesplashofsainz · 2 months

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This was never about you

Here is part one of this was never about you!! please let me know if you guys would want me to continue with this series!!

Sounds of a rough hand hitting a soft face echoed throughout the room. She stirred around to greet this sudden, yet rude wake-up call. Y/n was never one for confrontation. Often times, even with Charles, she never voiced out her anger, always being the perfect timid wife he was promised when her father gave her away. She felt scared, confused, and most importantly pissed off, because she knew that the pain was going to get worse, even though she was accustomed to pain. It had been over a year since she was wedded off to Charles. She didn’t know much about him, really. No one did. All she knew was that he was scary enough to get her abusive father to marry her off and that he was her protector now. Officer Campbell, that was the name of the twat who had decided that instead of hurting Charles by seizing his drugs or guns, he was going to take away his little wife and rough her up, just to add a cherry on top. Campbell had taken her away while she was shopping for groceries. Poor little thing, he thought, as he got his men to pull out the injection to sedate her. He had all the time in the world to look at the infamous Mrs. Leclerc. He liked what he saw and was hell-bent on making her look unrecognizable. Charles and y/n had just argued prior to her leaving for groceries. It was a silly argument, really. For the first time since they had gotten married, y/n raised her voice at Charles over rumors of his torrid affair. She could barely get two words out of her mouth before she shut herself up. Her father’s beatings came flooding back to her mind. She wouldn’t want Charles to become like her father, now would she? So she shut herself up. Charles was utterly confused. He didn’t understand where his pretty little wife got the idea of him cheating on her. He only ever had eyes for her, no one else. He had so much to say to her yet never had the time since Inspector Campbell was always up his ass. He knew that if he slipped up, his entire mafia could be affected, but most importantly, she would be affected. So all Charles had said to her was, “I am not a cheater.” She stormed off before he could finish his sentence.

Y/N knew what she was doing was stupid, but she didn’t care. She took a cab and went grocery shopping without any security. Little did she know that it would be her worst mistake. She was getting anxious as she saw Charles’s name flash up on her screen for the 12th time. She was just about to answer it, but before she could listen to anything he could say, she felt the cold metal syringe pierce her skin. All Charles could hear was his wife’s loud shrill and cry for help before her phone was stepped on. He muttered out a faint “no” before screaming for Pierre to find out where she was.

#charles leclerc x wife reader #mafia!f1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #mafia!charles leclerc #f1 scenario #dad!charles leclerc

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taurussbabe · 1 year

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History

a/n: Hope you enjoy this one, feel free to request anything you want❤

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“Come here” he said while pulling your hand

“Ok, but you have to guide me, don’t forget that” you said while clutching to his hand. Charles had blindfolded you as soon as you got in the car. He had told you he was taking you to dinner, but not telling you where.

“Don’t worry, I got you, here, stay here, and don’t move”

“Copy clear, sir” you joked and he laughed before hugging you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder, kissing it softly

“Ok, I’m gonna take this out now, but keep you eyes closed, ok, chérie?”

“Charles, what are you doing?”

“Trust me” you just nodded, and kept your eyes closed, as promised “ok, you can open them now”

You opened your eyes and saw a beautiful sight. A towel was laid on the floor, pillows on it, a picnic basket as well. You looked at charles who stared back at you, watching very carefully your reaction “Do you like it, mon ange?”

“Do I like it? I love it, Charles, thank you, thank you, it’s perfect” you said while resting both your hands on his face, giving him random kisses on his whole face “What’s the occasion?”

“You” he simply said. His hands resting on your hips, pulling you to him. Your hands nor located on his shoulders, while you stared wordless at the sight, you really were a lucky girl, you had everything you always wanted. “C’mon, let’s eat”

“This is so pretty, Charles” you wee laying with your head dropped on his chest, both looking at the stars

“I’m glad you like it, there’s one ore surprise though”

“Another?”

“Yep, I’m gonna need you to close your eyes again, mon ange”

You closed your eyes and felt Charles shift a little below you, and soon enough you felt him place something on top of your belly”

“You can open them now”

You opened your eyes, only to see a black velvet box on top of you, but you didn’t though much of it, it wasn’t unusual for charles to give you little gift, that was until you opened it and saw a beautiful ring with a diamond on top of it “Charles-” you said removing your eyes from the ring “-what is this?”

“This, this is yours, if you take it. y/n, I cannot imagine my life without you in it, you’re the reason I get up everyday and try to be the best version of myself, you’re the reason why I don’t quit after something bad happens, you’re the light in my life, and ever since you’ve been in it, you completely took over my heart, and my mind. You’re the first though that pops into my head when I wake up, and the last one before I go to bed. My favorite part about Sundays used to be when I’m racing but none of that matters anymore if I don’t have you. Now, my favorite parts are when I wake up next to you, being able to see those beautiful eyes as soon as I wake up, not caring about anything else int that moment. I cannot imagine my future without you in it, so please, please, say you will be my wife and I promise to spend the rest of my life making sure you know it was the right answer”

At this point, you were full crying, emotions taking over as you listened to his speech, you loved that man more than word could describe, but if they could, it would be those exact words he said to you

“yes, yes, of course, how could I say no” you answered after you felt in eyes on you. He softly put the ring on your finger and kissed you passionately.

And well, the rest was history, YOUR history.

#charles leclerc fluff #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x female reader #taurussbabe

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delicatesoundofthunderr · 3 months

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Lock up ~ Chapter 6

{Charles Leclerc x Reader}

French GP - race 8

Y/N POV

I didn't really know how to feel towards Leclerc's words. It shouldn't affect me since I'm not even dating Max, but the fact he seemed so mad made me feel a thousand things. Mostly satisfied, since there was nothing more fun than to annoy Leclerc deeply. I don't know where his anger comes from though. Maybe the thought of me happy? The same could be said for me when I saw him and that girl laugh.

With all these confusing sentiments, I decided to open my phone.

Not this account again...

@F1.drama

MAX HAS BEEN CAUGHT CHEATING...

Yall... We don't even know who this girl is, but that is not Y/N. They've also been caught kissing :((. I feel so bad for Y/N, she's never gonna win a grand prix ever again without Max's help...

@chloe.gal: nah that's wrong... also wdym by Y/N never winning again?

-> @F1.drama: Max let her win obvi.

-> ->@faia.gg: girl shut up...

@hrts414: omg Charles predicted it in the interview... it did end badly :((

Fuck. I was gonna kill Max. First, he makes it look like he gave me the win, and now, he's cheating? He's doing the contrary of what the deal's purpose was supposed to be. He's making me look so bad right now.

I furiously get up from my chair and almost knock it over, and make my way to the other side of the RedBull garage.

I spot him near his car, and when his eyes meet mine he already knows why I'm here. He motions me to follow him. We're now in his quarters, and I explode.

" Are you fucking kidding me Max? You're ruining everything for me!" I start, with emotion.

" Listen,"

" No, I won't listen, I'm not done! Did you hear what they say about my win? About me? Fake dating or not, you should say something,"

I fume.

" It's not my place to say anything..." Max stammers.

" It is! It fucking is, because you know what? You're a man. You're a fucking man and the media likes to make your voice louder than mine." I say, pointing my finger accusingly.

" That's not even true, you're overreacting. Everyone loves you, they have to, you're the only girl on the grid." He says almost rolling his eyes.

Who the fuck was he rolling his eyes to?

" Excuse me? Oh, be honest Max, did you, or did you not let me win." I say heavily.

" I... I did." he says, looking at the very interest wall.

The silence following suffocates me and my heart feels like it dropped a thousand feet. I guess that wasn't really the answer I was expecting.

" I hate you. I will always and forever fucking hate you for this, Max." I say with a shaky and cold voice.

Max's face is already contorted with guilt. I turn away without looking back.

•••

French GP - race #9

The free practices went great, and so did qualifying. P3. I could very much make something out of this position. I was going to prove to Max and everybody else that I didn't need any help to win.

With my head clearest as possible and a shaky breath, I start the engine. The first corner in France comes rather quickly, and I see Carlos in my mirrors getting closer and closer. I brake the latest possible, and make it out.

After a few push laps, I keep Carlos behind and slowly close the gap between me and Lando in front. I lose no time and overtake him from the outside, which lifts my mood up.

Next is Max.

He is more angled towards offence, which should give me an advantage.

Apparently Max had worked on his defense.

All througout the race, he braked a split second after me, tugged the steering wheel to close a path that was forming, and overall delivered a spotless, perfect race.

My thoughts were racing faster than me. He was doing this so... effortlessly. I can't believe I thought it was my efforts paying off when i overtook him back in Italy. Turns out it was just part of his game and I hadn't actually accomplished anything.

My thoughts seemed to cross the finish line faster than me as I parked the car and got up.

Acting for the camera, I jump in Max's arms and tap his helmet. I could very well manage a P2, it's a podium and good points. Something I was managing less at the moment was the growing pit in my stomach and a distant headache forming.

•••

On my way back to the garage, I see my dad appear around the corner. The pit in my stomach seems to deepen endlessly as he spots me and walks faster.

" I heard the news. You realize that win is completely worthless, stolen?" his stare is cold, and any trace of pride he had at the last Grand Prix was completely wiped off his hard face.

I want to say something. Scream, maybe? Nothing would come out. My throat has tighten to a point where I doubt I'm breathing anymore.

" I... I'm sorry." I manage to croak out, my eyes are burning with stubborn tears and I can't find one ounce of courage to look up at my dad.

He walks away without adding anything.

My nails dug in my palm and left a stinging sensation. My dad, who I had managed to impress for the first time in my life, was now turning his back on me again. He had every right, I was yet again making a fool of myself in a world I knew I didn't belong in.

I almost missed the pair of eyes watching my every move from a safe distance. How long had he been there? This was a secluded area of the paddock, and few people were around.

Leclerc's eyes burn holes through mine, and he seems to be looking at the parts of my mind I myself can't reach. With a final blink, he shakes his head and turns around.

My legs carry me stubbornly over to him, and my hand flies to his shoulder.

Taken aback, he turns around with a perplexed look.

" I don't know why you keep staring at me like I'm some fucking gum underneath your shoe, but can you please stop?" I furiously said, emotion painting my voice. Charles’ face morphs from confusion to anger.

" I can't believe you still let your dad walk all over you like that. And Max cheating! Do you not have an ounce of self respect left in you? I don't know what happened, but something changed ever since you joined that team"

" Changed!? You're the one talking to me about changing? I cannot believe you Leclerc." I spit. "Some of us actually have to make sacrifices to survive in this sport, you know?"

" Oh, I would know alright." his tone made me stepback. No, not his tone. His gaze.

His gaze was not angry anymore, it was full of regret and something more. Years ago this expression would've made me soften my voice, but like he said, things had changed.

" You're everyone's favourite. Ferrari's golden boy. You've got a supportive team ready to do everything to see you on top of the podium, and you don't have to get shit from the media when you make the slightest mistake." I accuse, but I'm not done.

" And you know what Charles? I think all of this would bother me way less if you actually treated me like a human being. Yes, maybe the media and pressure changed me, but you have nothing to excuse your shitty behaviour towards me." I fume.

He stayed quiet. He seemed to search for something to say that would make him innocent, but nothing could save him now.

“ You wouldn’t get it.” he mumbled, which I almost didn’t catch.

He takes my hand off his shoulder, which I didn’t notice was still clutching his shirt.

A thousand things seem to spill out of his head, but none of them make it to his mouth. He simply turns around and heads back to his garage.

I do the same, and opened my phone when I get to my own room.

@chloe.gal

stop because the pic of max cheating with the flowers literally makes me think of Charles when he gave Y/N some flowers after her first podium… what the hell happened between these two??

The flowers… I remember like it was yesterday. Charles had ran after me at the airport because I had to catch a quick flight, flowers and gifts in his hands. The bouquet combined my favourite colours and flowers, which was such a thoughtful gesture.

I re read the caption.

what the hell happened between these two?

Tears start to blur my vision and a wave of sorrow suffocates me, because what the hell happened between me and him? I miss our friendship so much but he seems to be doing just fine without me.

I get a text from Carlos asking me if I wanted to do something tonight and gladly accept. I had to get my mind off things for a bit.

•••

#x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #f1 #f1 x reader #fanfic #max verstappen #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #fanfiction

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lestappenforever · 10 months

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Mona, dear writer, what an eventful race! How I wished Piastri got a podium but it’s okay tho, his time will come. I’m sorry to bother you but I just love your writing so much and my other prompt cheered me up a lot so I came to ask for more. My chosen ones are 15 and 24, I also think these are the perfect match. See you soon 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Evie, my darling, I'm not even kidding, I was crossing my fingers for Oscar to get a podium finish throughout most of the race and I was so disappointed when he didn't. But you are absolutely right, his time will come and I will be so very excited when it does!

You are the absolute sweetest, honestly. I'm so honored that you enjoy my writing to such an extent. And you shall of course have more because you are wonderful and I love you. 🫶🏻

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15. "Just say yes." and 24. "Can I touch you?"

"Can I touch you?"

That's the sentence that started this whole thing. That's the sentence that sent Charles Leclerc plummeting headfirst into a situation that will inevitably become his downfall. He's sure of it.

It was a cruel twist of fate that had led to Max walking in on Charles in his driver's room, half-naked and with a very obvious erection within the confines of his boxers. The erection had been Max's fault, too, because he'd decided to strip out of his shirt after qualifying in Austria, in the middle of the fucking paddock, mere minutes earlier.

And Charles was but a man. A man who had been trying to control his overwhelming attraction to Max for an embarrassing amount of time already.

He was weak, okay? Max Verstappen made him weak.

Sue him.

So yes, Max had walked in on Charles as he'd been in the middle of changing. He'd seen Charles' erection as the Monégasque had frozen in place and stared at Max. Like a deer caught in headlights.

Honestly, Charles hadn't been sure what kind of reaction he'd been expecting. But Max's tongue darting out to wet his lips as his eyes stayed locked on the bulge in Charles' boxers certainly hadn't been it.

Max breathing "Can I touch you?" hadn't been it, either.

But, that's exactly what he got. And what was Charles supposed to do? Say no?

He said yes, because Charles wasn't a fucking idiot.

---

It started out as just sex. It was supposed to be just sex. Because sex was simple and casual, driven by nothing but their primal needs for each other and release.

But then Charles had to go and fall in love. Because apparently, he was a fucking idiot.

And if Charles hadn't been a fucking idiot, he wouldn't have been sitting on his couch, in the middle of a fucking breakdown following yet another failure in the Monaco Grand Prix. And Max wouldn't have been sitting right next to him, having showed up at his door just as Charles had lost the last of his self-control and broken out into a sob.

Because if he hadn't been a fucking idiot, Charles wouldn't have answered the door. Wouldn't have let Max in. Wouldn't have let Max see him like this.

And yet, here he was. Because Charles is a fucking idiot.

It's embarrassing and humiliating, but Charles can't stop the tears that are streaming down his cheeks. Can't stop the way his breath keeps catching in his throat. Can't stop the way his hands are trembling as he presses the palms of his hands against his eyes in a futile attempt to make it stop.

Max has been quiet for a long time, and Charles knows that this is probably going to ruin their little arrangement because nothing about this is attractive. But he's too fucking devastated to do anything about it.

"Can I touch you?"

The question is quiet. Tentative.

It catches Charles off-guard, because although the question is familiar — very familiar — the situation is so very different.

He doesn't think he can make his voice work, so he just nods into his hands.

The first touch is hesitating: a gentle hand on Charles' shoulder, fingers squeezing lightly. It sets something loose within Charles and his body begins to shake ever so slightly.

And then Max's hand is gone from his shoulder, only to be replaced by strong arms wrapping around him and pulling him tight against a firm chest.

Charles' sobs become louder, more violent — as if having Max hold him is undoing the very last of his resolve, allowing him to release every heartbroken emotion he's been trying so hard, for so long, to hold back.

Max holds him through it, his arms never loosening their tight hold on him. Never saying a word, just letting Charles fall apart in his arms.

Charles has no idea how much time has passed when the sobs and the tears finally stop coming, but it feels like hours. And judging by how dark it is outside when he finally eases himself out of Max's arms, it must have been, too.

"I'm sorry," Charles mumbles, wiping at his puffy face and looking anywhere but at Max.

"Don't apologize," Max tells him firmly, one hand coming out to settle on Charles' thigh. "I mean it."

The Monégasque nods, but still refuses to meet Max's eyes.

Max's hand on his thigh tightens.

"I know this isn't really what we do, but will you just let me hold you tonight?"

Charles does look at him then, eyes wide with surprise, and he doesn't see the disgust or the discomfort he'd been expecting.

No, the only thing he sees in Max's eyes is something dangerously close to adoration. To concern. To love.

He doesn't know how to respond to that. Doesn't know what to say.

Which he apparently says out loud, and Max smiles that beautiful, breathtaking smile at him.

"Just say yes."

He does.

And maybe Charles isn't a fucking idiot after all.

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idontplaytrack · 18 days

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hi!! could i request a fluffy rosa diaz x reader fic where reader works as a detective at the precinct and rosa kind of has a soft spot for her (more like a crush on her), so when rosa gets sick like in that one episode reader finally convinces rosa to admit she doesn’t feel good and takes her home and takes care of her? tysm!!

Hermosa

- Rosa Diaz x detective fem! reader -

Warnings: coarse language, fluff, implied smut at the end

Thank you for your request! :)

You clocked in at exactly nine o’clock that morning. Right on time, you looked at the desk opposite of yours and it was empty. “Amy, has Rosa come in yet?”

“Oh. No.” Amy’s eyes widen briefly, shocked.

“Oh, wow. Rosa’s not here yet? Doesn’t she stay like really near here?” Jake remarked.

“Yes she does.” Gina chimed in, “Her apartment is the closest to the precinct.”

“Is she not coming to work today?” Amy asks you.

“If I knew that, I wouldn’t have asked you.”

“Right.” Amy smiled sheepishly, focusing back on her work.

“She hasn’t texted you or anything?” Jake carries on the conversation with you while you got settled.

“No, I just thought she was already here-” Before you could say anything else, hurried footsteps interrupted your train of thought. Your eyes followed the sound, which turned out to be Rosa who’d just arrived.

“Holy shit, girl.” Gina broke the silence as the rest of the squad watched her, bewildered, “You look like hell.” Rosa scowled, sitting down in her chair.

You’d been glaring at her since the moment she sat down across from you. Rosa shot you a look meaning for you to drop it and leave her alone. That was the end of that conversation for a bit. Meanwhile, she was sniffly and sneezed a handful of times. Not to mention she looks pale as a sheet. She somehow made it to lunch before you got so annoyed that you pulled her aside, “Will you just admit you’re sick and let me take you home?”

“y/n, I’m fine. Diaz’s don’t get sick.”

“Oh, yeah? What are you then? Just trying a new makeup look for Halloween?” You huffed.

Rosa chuckles. “What’s so funny?” You ask, almost offended.

“Ha ha.” She responded, “You’re not scary.”

“Rosa!” You nearly rolled your eyes, “You’re sick, please just let me take you home so you can rest? The last thing I want is you passing out on the gross precinct floors.”

“Wait a minute-” Rosa got all serious for a second, “You said ‘please’?”

“What?” You asked, puzzled.

“You asked if you could please take me home.” She pointed out.

“So?”

“So, okay.” She shrugged, “Whatever.”

“Okay?” You repeated, not expecting her to agree.

“Rosa’s going home?” Jake gasps, “Oh, she so likes you.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Rosa complains, tossing an eraser at him.

“I’ve been watching you two, Diaz.” Gina added on, “Very flirty~”

You tried to hide a blush that very clearly still showed. “You two would be great together.” Charles chimed in, “So great.”

“Also, that height difference is mwah- perfect.” Gina wasn’t done.

“I agree.” Amy shrugged, “Rosa’s always had like a soft spot for you. From the day you started, even.”

“Wow, you guys are suddenly experts, huh?” Rosa scoffed, “Let’s go, y/n. Ignore them- they’re a bunch of kids.”

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As Rosa laid on her couch, you were at the stove cooking her some soup. “Hey.”

“Yeah?” You glanced at her over your shoulder.

“Do you buy what they say?”

“What do you mean?” You asked nervously.

“Do you think they’re right? That I’ve had a crush on you since you joined our squad?”

You stayed quiet for a minute, stirring the soup. “Um…you’re not gonna beat me up depending on my answer, are you?”

“What?” Rosa guffaws, and ended up coughing. “No, that’s crazy.”

“Well, if I’m being honest. I hope they are, because literally- god, this is going to sound so stupid.”

“Oh, just say it.” Rosa insisted, grabbing a tissue to blow her nose.

“Over time, I’ve found myself liking you as more than a friend. But- despite all the time we spend together while on the job, I realise I still don’t really know you. But I mean, the squad thinks we’re best friends. And I’d like to think that we’re close because you haven’t threatened to chop me up yet and compared to how you are with the rest of them, don’t you see a difference? I mean, do you?” You panicked at the end.

Now Rosa was stunned into silence. That was a first. “Honestly…I didn’t even realise what I was doing. It just naturally happened over time- Holt kept partnering us up and little by little, we got closer.” She began, “I guess…I didn’t dare to take a bigger step to actually flirt with you because I get so nervous, I suck at it. And- I didn’t know if you were attached or not so I didn’t want to weird you out either.”

She’s never one to talk about her feelings- she says it makes her want to throw up. But she actually opened up and talked to you. You were shocked, then you were somewhat…honoured. Maybe also a little smug that you managed to get that out of her.

You turned the stove off, grabbing a bowl and a spoon. “I’m not seeing anyone and I’ve never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend before.” You admit, she walks over to the kitchen- to you, and wrapped her arms around you from behind. “You’re the first person that I’ve fallen for so quickly and so hard, it feels terrifying, but also equally exciting. But I just- I really didn’t know and didn’t want to say anything because I was afraid of the outcome.” You managed to say before her grip around you tightened fully, and she’d rested her chin on your shoulder.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” She asked softly as she watched you ladle a scoop of the chicken noodle soup into the bowl. You would’ve dropped the damn ladle if you weren’t so aware that she had her arms around you.

“Will I be your girlfriend?” You repeated her question in disbelief, “Oh, my God. Yes, Rosa.”

She chuckles into your ear, sending a chill down your spine and made you squirm, “I won’t kiss you because I don’t want you to get sick, but once I’m better, you’re about to get pampered, hermosa.” You asked her to let go of you so you could take the bowl over to the table, and she does.

“Eat with me.”

“Yeah, I will. Just gonna set this down for you first.” You told her.

Rosa tells you to return to the precinct after lunch, but you said no. “Holt let me. Besides, he says if they needed me, I’ll get a call. I don’t think he was expecting me to go back today, anyway.”

Rosa smirked, “What do you mean, y/n?”

“What I mean, is that he seems to know about your little crush on me.”

“No he doesn’t.”

You snorted, “Please- he so does. Yesterday, I was out with him for a case. He asked me directly if I liked you and if I’d noticed that you’ve been extra nice to me. Also, it was very funny to see that look on his face when I dragged you into his office so he could see how pale you were.”

“Hilarious.” Rosa agreed, “Thanks- for making me the soup and making me come home.”

“No problem.” You smiled, eating a spoonful of the food.

“Look, this soup is great, but why couldn’t we get pizza?”

“That dairy’s just gonna make you more congested.” You pointed out. “Like I would care.”

“You might not, but I do. I’m the one that’s taking care of you and having to deal with your whining.”

“My whining?” She gasps dramatically, “God, y/n. I think that’d be you. We made out at the New Year’s party and you were whiny freaking mess.”

You blushed thinking about the memories of that night. “Speechless?” She teased, “What do you say you get us dinner tonight and I’ll give you a little thank-you? I might be sick and can’t kiss you, but there’s a lot I can do with just my hands.”

“I’ll think about it.” You shrug, a smirk creeping onto your face.

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Chapter 32:

Don't say I didn't, say I didn't warn ya…

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I woke up to sunbeams warming up my skin and turned around, the bed next to me empty. Yawning I snuggled back into the warm sheets, not wanting to get up already. Right when I was about to doze off again, the bed behind me dipped a little and Charles engulfed me in a warm embrace.

"Good morning, cara mia." he whispered in my ear, his soft stubble tickling my skin.

"You need to shave…" I mumbled and he chuckled, kissing along my jaw.

"Happy anniversary, pretty girl." he said between kisses and I smiled.

"Happy anniversary, pretty boy." I turned a little, waiting for his soft lips to press against mine, sealing them with a kiss.

"What about we start the day with a nice shower together and then head downtown to this beautiful market, having breakfast or more brunch and just enjoy a free day together? And for tonight I booked us a table at the best restaurant in town! How does that sound?" he asked and I sighed contently.

"Sounds perfect." I pecked his lips and he got up, pulling me with him and I wrapped my legs and arms around him, giggling.

"I guess I have to carry you then." he smiled at me and walked us into the bathroom.

An hour later we left the hotel where a car already waited for us, to drive us to the market.

"We have to FaceTime Pops!" Charles said as we got out of the car. He pulled his phone out and looked around for a quiet corner where we could call him to congratulate him, right as we said our goodbyes Liam chimed in.

"Guess what! We’re coming to Monaco!"

"No way!" Charles said excitedly.

"Mummy and Pops and I! And then I cheer you on!" his face lit up.

"Who me or Charlie?" I asked and he looked conflicted for a moment.

"Both of you? But it’s Charlie’s home race! So maybe a little bit more for him?" he said sheepishly

"Awww thank you, Bubba!" Charles smiled and I pouted.

"It’s my home race now as well!“

"No it’s not, silly! You just live there! But Charlie is Monegasque!" Liam laughed.

"Beautifully pronounced, Bubba! Amazing!" Charles cooed and Liam blushed a little.

"I’m speaking only French now with Oma!" he answered in French and Charles grabbed dramatically onto his heart.

"You’ll speak better than me in no time!" I said and Charles laughed.

"Then he will teach you, right?" he said looking at the screen.

"Qui!" Liam smiled "Now I gotta go, Lunch is ready! Love you! See you! Bye!" he hung up before anyone else could say something.

"Well, goodbye everyone else." I laughed and Charles pocketed his phone, taking my hand.

"Come one now! I’m hungry!" he pulled me towards the market and we strolled around, looking for a nice spot. When we sat down and ordered a little of everything two young boys walked up to us, asking for a picture with Charles and he happily obliged, while I took it. The boys then wished us both luck and scurried off, right as our food arrived.

"Okay. I have no idea where to start, but this looks delicious, what was it called again Qutab?" I took a bite of the pancake like dish "Damn that’s good! It’s filled with spinach and cheese. Here! Try it!" I held out the pastry for Charles to take a bite and he nodded, while chewing.

"That’s really good. Here, taste that. Kükü? Kuku? I don’t know how to pronounce it, it’s an omelette with herbs." he fed me a spork full and I almost moaned because of the flavour.

"Okay. Yeah. That was an amazing idea coming here, thank you!" I brushed his cheek with my knuckles and he smiled.

"I’m still a little mad that you didn’t let me buy you anything. It’s our anniversary, cara mia!" he said while I sipped on my tea, tilting my head a little "It’s my duty as a good boyfriend to spoil you!"

"It’s absolutely not…" I rolled my eyes "It would also mean that I have to buy you something as well! And it’s not so easy buying you a present! It was tough enough delivering on your birthday and Christmas over the last years! Now you want to add Valentine’s Day and our anniversary to that list? Four occasions every year to buy you something? Have mercy!"

"I said it’s my duty to spoil you and not the other way around!" he mumbled, shovelling some more food into his mouth.

"But that wouldn’t be fair to you! Ever heard of something called equality?" I chuckled and now he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah I know what that means and I want to be equal with everything, but I also want to spoil you!" he pouted and I shook my head.

"Whatever." I sighed and his eyes lit up.

"Whatever you let me spoil you?" Charles asked.

"Do whatever you want. But please stop looking at me like a lost puppy!" I laughed and he slipped his hands inside his jacket, pulling out a little box "Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!" I exclaimed as he put it down in front of me "You carried that with you?"

"Okay listen, it’s not a present like you think it is. It’s more… umm- I don’t know how to say it! Open it." he sounded nervous and I cocked an eyebrow, opening the box. A key with a beautiful keychain inside, I took it out and then looked at him confused.

"I already have a key to your flat?" I asked and he nodded.

"This is not a key to my flat, it’s not even a key to any flat. It’s more a symbol… you know how they build more and more new buildings in Monaco?" he asked and I nodded slowly "There is this one penthouse, I want to show you. It’s amazing."

"Charles I just bought my own flat…" I began.

"It’s not for now. It’s not even finished… it’s for the future! I just want to show you, please!" he pleaded, his puppy eyes on full display.

"Okay… let’s have a look." I smiled at him and he pulled me into his arms, gently kissing me.

"You’ll love it. I promise you that."

I knew he was right, after all he knew me all too well.

Charles POV:

"Okay, how do I look? Please remember, you didn’t tell me that you would get us a table at the best restaurant in town. Otherwise I would’ve packed something way more fancy than this!" Lizzie stepped out of the bathroom, a black dress on. A black dress that hugged her body perfectly, with long sleeves, ending right above her knees.

"You look beautiful. It’s elegant, yet simple. Sexy but not too revealing. It’s perfect." I kissed her cheek, feeling a little bad that I didn’t tell her the whole truth, about our dinner reservation.

"Okay? So hair and make-up, check. Dress, check. Bag, bag, bag…" she rummaged through her suitcase and then smiled "Bag, check. What am I missing?" she looked at me and I chuckled, pointing at her legs "Oh! Shoes! Okay, yeah, shoes, check." she slipped into her black heels and stopped in front of the mirror, smoothing the dress down "Isn’t it a little too short?"

"Absolutely not, cara mia. You look amazing!" I hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek.

"Hmm… okay." our eyes met in the mirror and she smiled "You look handsome"

"Not as good as you, but that’s okay." I laughed and she rolled her eyes "Can we go now? Our car’s outside." I took her bag from the bed and she nodded slowly "Alright, then let’s go." I took her hand and pulled her with me, out of our room, down to our car.

"What even is the best restaurant in town? Did you google it?" Lizzie asked, playing with my fingers that were intertwined with hers in her lap.

"No. I know someone who was there already and they loved it." I said and she looked out of the window "Don’t worry, they have vegetarian options." I squeezed her hand and she smiled "It’s not that far away actually, maybe we can take a walk back to the hotel…"

"With these shoes?" she snorted and I laughed.

"Maybe not." I looked outside, the little street looking familiar, when the car stopped "We’re here." I got out of the car and walked around, opening Lizzie’s door, holding out my hand for her to take. The car drove off and Lizzie spun around a little when her eyes caught the little neon sign and her breathing hitched.

"Charles…" she whispered, squeezing my hand "That’s… that’s…" her voice got caught in her throat and she looked at me.

I grabbed her waist and cupped her cheek, pulling her closer.

"We were here after I won the race…" I said and Lizzie had tears in her eyes. "Pops said after that week we deserve a treat. How you housed down that burger and the fries? God, I think I fell in love with you even more back then. It was the first time that I genuinely laughed the whole week! You took care of Arthur and I, tended to us. Made us eat and drink, that you forgot taking care of yourself. You were almost dehydrated and starved after the race. And when we were here, you did a little happy dance when you had your first fry…" I laughed.

"That was the best fry of my life!" she chuckled and I nodded.

"And for me it was one of the best nights of my life… because I knew that everything was going to be okay, after all I had you by my side…" I wiped away a stray tear and then closed the last distance between us, kissing her, putting all my heart and soul into the kiss "Now? Would you do me the honour and have a fancy dinner with me?"

"With pleasure!" Lizzie took my hand and I lead her inside, everything was quiet, only one table in the middle of the little room, candles lit up "You did not rent out the whole place?" she made big eyes.

"Of course I did… it’s just for us tonight. No one interrupting. No one watching. Just us. And the waiter." I chuckled as the waiter welcomed us.

"I love you, Charlie." Lizzie whispered, kissing my cheek and I smiled at her.

"I love you too, mon amour."

"What did I say? WHAT DID I SAY?" I jumped right into Charles arms "You were flying!"

"Thanks, cara mia!" he set me down and I kissed his cheek.

"Now go! Go to your Interview! I’ll wait for you!" I pushed him towards Crofty and he smiled one last time before he turned around, walking to give his interview.

"Lizzie!" Pierre nudged my shoulder and I smiled at him "Now that was a comeback!"

"Yeah.. I honestly thought I would be out in Q1 already, I mean, that was just milliseconds!" I said and he nodded.

"But you did it! As always!"

"Well yeah, P4 isn’t what I wanted. But the best that was possible, given the circumstances." I shrugged my shoulders "I’m sorry for you though… what happened?"

"No idea." he shook head and I squeezed his shoulder "Can’t change it now…"

"Hmm… you’ll make up for it in the race!" I tried to cheer him up.

"Yeah, maybe…" he sighed and walked off.

I turned around when Charles pinched my side.

"How’s he doing?" he asked and looked at Pierre’s back.

"Not so good… " I sighed, when Julie waved at us "Seems like I’m needed."

"Alright, I pick you up later?" he kissed my cheek and I nodded, walking towards Julie.

"Good job, Lizzie!" she smiled at me.

"I tried my best…"

"And you did amazing!" Felix smiled at me when we walked through our garage.

"The set up was way better than in practice!" I replied and he nodded.

"That’s good!"

"Let’s go Lizzie." Julie nodded towards the exit.

"Let’s do this then." I followed her outside to the media pen.

When we were at the interview for ESPN Spain I had a weird feeling, the reporter smirking at me the whole time, like he knew something about me. As soon as we walked away Julie looked at me and then back at him.

"What was up with that dude?" she asked and I shrugged "He was weird."

"I’m just glad that you felt the same…" I mumbled and she shook her head.

"At least the girl from Canal+ wasn’t here today." she chuckled.

"Oh don’t remind me of her! I mean I know that half of the media, probably even more, doesn’t like me, but she hates me! I don’t know why!" I laughed right as Charles crossed our path and he kissed my cheek without a word and then kept walking with Mia. I felt myself blush and Julie laughed.

"You two are sickeningly sweet! And the way you blush sometimes? Adorable!"

"Oh stop! It’s not adorable! It’s annoying! I don’t even know why I blush sometimes!" I groaned as we walked inside our hospitality.

"Hmm… I’d say it’s because you’re still a little shy with PDA?" she asked and I thought about it.

"Whatever. When does the team meeting start?" I asked right as Pete waved me over "Well, speak of the devil…"

"Third in yesterday’s sprint race. Fifth in today’s race. Seems like your luck has changed a little, no?" the Canal+ reporter asked, rather sneered and I nodded.

"It was a good weekend. I understand the car better now and-…" I began when she interrupted me.

"Charles had a pretty good weekend, too. Pole position for the sprint and the race. Second in the sprint race, third today. His season also changed for the better."

"Is there a question in your statement that I just missed?" I asked her and she laughed.

"How do you feel about that? People were joking that since you’re driving alongside Charles he only makes it onto to the podium when you’re up there too."

"Oh yeah? Sucks that I’m not on the podium today then…" I said and she nodded.

"True. Oh! Charles! Here! I was just finishing up with your lovely girlfriend." she switched to French and waved Charles over who joined us "Now, I just told Lizzie what a great weekend you two had! You can be really proud!" her voice was sweet and loud as she laid her hand on his arm, smiling at him with big eyes.

"Umm yeah, we had a good weekend…" Charles began but I didn’t listen, I looked at Julie who just chuckled and shrugged. I squeezed Charles arm and followed Julie.

"I think she has a huge crush on Charles, that’s why she doesn’t like you." she said and looked back to the French reporter who smiled at Charles, throwing her head back laughing, by the look on Charles face, probably about something that wasn’t that funny.

"Yeah well, tough luck. That’s my man." I shrugged and she laughed.

I looked out the window for a while, when I turned to Charles.

"How is it? Having Fred now in the team as well?" I asked and he looked up from his book "What’s he even doing?"

"Honestly? No idea, all they said was he’s having a supervisory role within the team. But no clue what that means." he scratched his chin "But it’s nice having him in the team in some kind of way, at least. He helped me a lot in my rookie year… but yeah. He won’t be around a lot on the track, they said he will be here for the next three or four races to see how the team works, the routines and stuff and then he’ll be back in Maranello, working on how to improve the departments that need improvement."

"So he’s basically making sure that the team stops fucking up?" I said and Charles chuckled.

"I guess you could say that."

"Hmm. Well let’s hope he can fix that… especially your strategy department…" I muttered and he pinched my side "What? Just saying…"

"I’m not supposed to say this, but I heard from… doesn’t matter, but I heard he’s heavily involved in the development of next year’s car." Charles said quietly and I looked at him "It’s not official or anything, I just heard it from someone who has connections to certain people in the factory."

"If you’re lucky Mattia is gone by the end of the year and Fred will take over…" I wiggled my eyebrows and he laughed.

"I never had any problems with him, it was just that…" he stopped.

"I know, I got it." I patted his arm and he sighed.

For the rest of the flight I mostly watched some tv shows or cuddled up into Charles warmth, trying to not think about the upcoming race weekend. The race I didn’t finish last season. Coming back here, I knew that it would be one of the number one topics on media day, that’s why I wasn’t surprised at all when I sat down for the press conference and answered the probably tenth question about it.

"Of course I watched a replay of the crash and I honestly don’t know what happened still. It all happened so fast. I was making contact with Checo, I don’t know what lead to that or why I didn’t react. Maybe I had an idea for a split second but then got already caught up by him." I said, of course not mentioning the blackout due to my terrible night before the race. That was a secret I’ll never share. Not with the public at least.

"Brad Worthington, BBC Sports. Lizzie, what do you expect from this weekend? Your car seems to be good around here, on paper at least?"

"I hope I can convert the performance from paper to track. I think we’re heading in the right direction with the car, Baku was a huge step forward, so I’m really excited to see what’s on for us this weekend!"

"Jan Dietrich, Bild. Question for Charles. How is it coming back to this track after last year? We all remember your team radio, the agony in your voice asking for updates on Lizzie after her crash. How you left right after the podium for the hospital? Your win here was a little overshadowed by the crash."

"I didn’t care about the race or the win to be honest. For me it was more important that Lizzie was okay, so yeah, I knew I had to leave immediately. If it were up to me I wouldn’t even attend the podium, but the win wasn’t just for me. It was also for the team, they deserved to celebrate it." Charles said and looked at me.

"Alright, that’s it. Thank you Lady and Gentlemen. Have a good race weekend!" Tom Clarkson ended the press conference and we left.

"Are you okay?" Charles asked and I shrugged.

"Never show them that their questions are getting to you." Lewis smiled at me and I nodded.

"Thanks, Lewis. Trying my best." I replied.

"You did good, both of you." he squeezed my shoulder and nodded at Charles and then left.

"Come on. Let’s get out of here. I’m done for today, whatever Sylvia has in store for me, I’m not doing it. Not today, I feel like a bad headache is coming? And my stomach? Not good…" Charles winked and I laughed.

"Yeah? If that’s it, then I guess I have to take care of you! Let me just tell Julie."

"In 15 minutes at the car?" he kissed my cheek.

"I’ll be there!"

The car worked great on the track. Valtteri had the better Friday, but after we adjusted the set up of my car a little, I could make up some seconds. Quali went amazing and luckily I already set a pretty good time when Q3 was red flagged, parking my car in P3. I knew that Charles had a hard time, getting comfortable in the car and as I watched the replay of his crash I knew immediately that he must’ve pushed too hard, to abstract the most out of the car. He looked down, head hung low, shoulders sagged.

"What happened?" I asked him gently and sat down on the couch next to him.

He sighed, throwing his head back.

"This car. It’s… it’s unpredictable! The car goes from understeering like crazy when I turn into the corner, where I have to fight to stay on track, to massively oversteering at the exit. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel comfortable like this." he sounded tired, his eyes closed.

"Consistency is what you’re lacking most at the moment…" I said carefully and he only nodded.

"We’re good in qualifying, I mean if I’m not that stupid and crash out… twice! At the same fucking spot! But we have no race pace whatsoever. So yeah, consistency is what we’re lacking at the moment." he turned to look at me and then smiled "But you had a good weekend. I’m proud of you. Audi really is doing a good job at the moment, developing the car, fix what’s wrong. You’re doing a good job, adjusting to the changes."

"Yeah, I think Baku was a little turning point? I mean we’re nowhere near Aston or Merc, but we’re getting there, slowly but steady."

"I thought after last week that we turned the season around as well…"

"I know, I’m sorry. It looked like your car was worse than last week for some reason? And by your car I mean YOUR car and not both Ferraris…"

He shrugged only and then got up.

"I don’t know. I’m struggling a lot this season. I’m not comfortable with the car, Carlos is. So yeah, we’ll see I guess…" he walked to the mini bar and grabbed a coke, looking at me, I shook my head and he came back, opening the can "But I have to stop using this as an excuse, that the car is more for his style of driving. I’m a Formula 1 driver in my fifth season in the biggest team, sixth overall. I have to be able to adjust to a car that’s not to my liking. That’s my job. That’s something I have to get better at." he took a sip of his coke.

"You will adjust, I know it. You’ll be back on top in no time!" I kissed his cheek and sat up, almost instantly Charles passed me the can and then laughed.

"Come on, take a sip, I know you want it."

"You know me too well." I chuckled but then took the can and took a sip "Thanks."

"At least I’m confident in how to handle you." he teased and I gasped.

"Handle me? How dare you!" I slapped his biceps and got up walking towards the bathroom "You know what? I’m really looking forward to stay a couple of days here. Relax under the sun. That will do us some good." I took off my shorts.

"Are you taking a shower without me, cara mia?" he cocked an eyebrow.

"No, I’m taking a shower waiting for you…" I winked at him and he threw his head back in the pillows, chuckling "I mean, if you want to of course…" I shrugged my shoulders, pulling my shirt off and threw it at him. The moment it hit him he jumped up and followed me.

I signed caps and shirts, took selfies with some fans and talked a little away when I heard how the crowd got louder and knew Charles had come. He waved at me and then turned to his fans, smiling and taking to them. Even after a bad result he was the sweetest with his fans, always trying to make everyone feel special and seen. I leaned at the car and watched him when JK stopped next to me.

"It’s truly amazing how he can always put on a smile for his fans." he said while watching Charles as well.

"Yeah, he was always like this. Always focused on making them the happiest…" I smiled.

"He was pretty hard on himself again." I looked at him "I mean I know you two, you both are like this. But he’s even this hard on him when it’s not his fault… his car? What a shitbox."

"I know… but it’s Ferrari. They could break him to pieces and he still would want nothing but the best for them." I sighed "That kind of love speaks volumes."

"True." JK waved at Charles as he looked over "I hope you guys have some quiet days, can relax a little. Take care, Liz." he hugged me.

"See you in a week." I waved him off, pulling out my phone, to beat the time.

"Alright, let’s go!" Charles voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I looked up "I can’t wait to get out of here."

"Someone’s eager!" I chuckled and kissed his cheek, getting in the car.

"We only have three and a half days for ourselves, so yeah, I’m eager to get away!" he started the car and drove off.

"We could’ve just stayed in our hotel here, you know?" I said looking out the window.

"Nope. I wanted to get away from here. Palm Beach sounded nice, the hotel looked amazing and the beach as well!"

"So Palm Beach it is then." I smiled looking out the window, right when Cruel Summer began to play on the radio and I began to sing along. By the time the bridge started I almost screamed from the top of my lungs, dancing along "You know that Taylor’s here? Well not here here, but close. Tampa. Tonight and then on Wednesday night again?"

"Yeah, Lizzie, you told me that like a million times…" Charles chuckled a little and I sighed "You’ll see her! At the end of this year. Next year. You’ll see her." he grinned.

"It’s annoying that you’re this optimistic."

"Life as a Ferrari driver…" he mumbled and I laughed.

"Did you just-… no… you didn’t? That can’t be? Did you just indirectly called out Ferrari?" I looked at him, still laughing.

"Nope." a tiny smirk on his lips.

Charles POV:

Lizzie snuggled into me as we sat on the beach, watching the sun set on the horizon above the ocean, a beautiful pink and purple hue painted the sky.

"Best anniversary ever!" she whispered after a while and I chuckled a little "You don’t think so?"

"Oh no! I do think so! For me it definitely is the best anniversary ever! I just think it could be maybe even a little bit better…" I shrugged my shoulders in amusement.

"How could this be even more perfect than it already is?" she asked turning her head a little, looking at her.

"I don’t know… but I think when I say that we’re going to the Era’s Tour tomorrow in Tampa, it might be really perfect and really tough to beat…" she sat up in an instant, turning around, staring at me with wide eyes.

"What did you say?" she almost whispered it.

"We’re going to the Era’s Tour tomorrow night in Tampa." I smiled at her.

"Okay… I’m having a hard time processing this… when you say 'We’re going to the Era’s Tour tomorrow night in Tampa' then you mean we could’ve gone there if I could’ve been able to purchase tickets, right? That’s what you mean?" Lizzie’s voice was wavering and I shook my head "Shaking your head means no… so no that’s not what you mean, right?"

"No, that’s not what I mean." I grinned and she squeezed my hands like crazy.

"So you’re saying we are going to the Era’s Tour… like going to the concert. Inside a stadium. Watching the show?" tears started gathering in her eyes and I slowly nodded, gently taking one hand from her strong grip, showing her the tickets on my phone.

"You. Me. Taylor. Tomorrow night." I said and she let out a loud squeal before she threw her arms around my neck, screaming, crying, littering my face with tiny kisses.

"I love you. I love you. I love you." she cried and I hugged her tight "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

"Happy anniversary." I whispered in her ear and she sniffled, pulling away a little, smiling at me "I love you, cara mia." she leaned in and captured my lips in a wet and salty kiss.

"You are the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. Thank you, Charles." she breathed out against my lips, smiling her gorgeous smile, I chuckled and pecked her lips "I can’t believe it! I’m going to see Taylor Swift live in concert!"

"Yes you are." I laughed.

"We’re going to see Taylor! We’re going to the Era’s Tour." her eyes shining bright "I’m going to the Era’s Tour tomorrow night!" she closed her eyes for a moment before looking at the sky above us "I’m going to the Era’s Tour. Tomorrow night." she repeated, this time her voice sounded a little panicked "Oh my god! I’m going to the Era’s Tour! Tomorrow night! FUCK! What do I wear? I can’t just go there in some boring clothes! OH GOD! WHAT DO I WEAR? I wanted to wear something special." full on panic now.

"Hey, hey, hey! Calm down!" I laughed but Lizzie almost hyperventilated.

"I can’t! This is not just a normal concert! This is the Era’s Tour! I have to dress up! Like seriously!" she pouted, pacing back and forth.

"I know! That’s why Shima designed your outfit, it’s in the closet." I smiled and she stopped abruptly.

"What?"

"I knew you would wanted to wear something special. And you talked with Shima about what you would love to wear. Well she designed it. It’s here. Well not here, in the hotel, but you get what I mean…" I chuckled and she grabbed my hand, pulling me with her "And now we’re going to the hotel because you have to see it." I laughed.

"Yep." she replied, then stopping again, kissing me fiercely "And then I thank you properly." she nipped at my bottom lip and kept walking again "And now move!"

The whole way from the hotel, to our car, to the entry and when we were brought up to our seats I had the biggest smile on my face. I was at Taylor Swift’s The Era’s Tour. I had my gorgeous boyfriend by my side. And I wore an amazing outfit, designed by Shima. The night could only be epic. And it was. More than epic. As the show started, I was singing and dancing, having the time of my life. Charles doing his best to keep up with me. While Lover was played he held me close, swaying us back and forth, gently kissing my cheek and I had the biggest smile on my face. As the setting switched and a new era began I looked at the stage in awe. Singing at the top of my lungs along. It was during Love Story when I had a little heart attack, right when the bridge started and Taylor sang 'he knelt to the ground' Charles in fact knelt to the ground and I gasped. He wouldn’t do that. Not here. Not like this. Not in public. My heart was beating out of my chest when I looked down, but then I saw how he tied his shoe lace and got back up again, a devilish smirk on his lips.

"What?" he mouthed and I chuckled, playfully hitting his shoulder. Although I was shocked and definitely overwhelmed with the feeling of getting proposed to in a sea of strangers, I couldn’t ignore the little spark that got ignited inside my stomach. The warm feeling rushing through me. The tiny pinch of disappoint when I realised Charles only tied his shoe lace. As if he sensed that I was a little lost in my head, Charles pulled me to his side, kissing my temple. I shook my head a little and smiled. Focusing back on the stage in front, where the visuals changed yet again, signalling for a new era to start. The time flew by and way too soon it was already the last era, then the last song.

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We followed the security guy and I sweated even more, nervousness seeping through me. I just danced and screamed for more than 3 hours and was about to meet Taylor Swift. TAYLOR SWIFT. My sweaty self meeting Taylor Swift. I pulled off the coat and started to dry my face with the flimsy fabric, goosebumps spreading all over my skin.

"You’re getting sick like that." Charles said next to me, looking at my arms but I shrugged my shoulders.

"That coat, although it looked amazing, is soaked and way too hot."

"Here." he took off his jacket and gave it to me "Put it on cara mia, you’re wearing this thin dress and are sweaty as fuck. You’re getting sick!" he repeated and I took the jacket and put it on, rolling up the sleeves.

"Thank you!" I smiled at him, grabbing his hand again.

"Boyfriend duty." he winked and I laughed.

"You’re excelling as always!" he rolled his eyes a little but I squeezed his hand "I’m serious!"

"It’s okay. Really." he reassured me and I nodded.

"How do I look?" I asked him, smoothing down my hair a little.

"You look as cute as always!"

"Hmm. Okay, do y-…" I began when the security guard stopped.

"Alright. Wait inside there, she’ll come to see you." he opened the door in front of us and I walked inside. A handful of people waiting already. I swallowed hard and looked at Charles, who smiled at me encouragingly.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! You’re Charles Leclerc and Lizzie Doetterer!" a female voice behind us screeched out loud.

I turned around and in front of us stood a girl whose face I knew, but just couldn’t place.

"I’m Sarah Collins! I’m a huge Formula 1 fan!" the girl held out her hand and we shook them and it hit me.

"Sarah Collins! You’re an influencer slash activist slash fashion blogger slash… you kinda make everything! I follow you on Insta!" I said and she made big eyes.

"What? You follow me? No?! I swear I never saw that!" she took her phone out and scrolled through her Instagram "Oh my god! How the hell did I miss that!" she said more to herself before she looked up "It’s so cool to see you here! Wow! Can we take a picture together, maybe?"

"Sure!" I smiled at her and she shoved her phone into her friend’s hand and stood next to me, Charles wanted to walk away but Sarah shook her head "No, no, please! With you as well!"

"Oh, okay." Charles stepped next to me again and her friend took some pictures.

"Thank you guys so much!" she smiled and and looked at the pictures.

"No worries."

"So! How did you like the show?" she asked and I smiled wide.

"I loved it! I’m so sad it’s over already! I could’ve gone for another hour or two!"

"Same! It was so amazing!"

"As soon as she announces some shows in Europe for next year we’ll be going again!" I smiled at Charles who cocked an eyebrow.

"We are?" he laughed and I hit his arm playfully "Just kidding! We are!"

"You two are literally the cutest!" Sarah said and I blushed "Since the day it was announced that you’ll be in F1 as well, I was rooting for you! And then I saw you two the first time together on the screen? I knew immediately that you two were a couple" she wiggled her eyebrows a little and I laughed.

"Well, we tried our best to hide it and-…" I began as the door opened and the word got caught in my throat, Sarah turning around gasping a little.

"Hi guys! How are you doing!" Taylor Swift asked us how we were doing. Taylor Swift. She walked up to us, a big smile on her face, opening up her arms, hugging first Sarah and her friends, talking a little with them, before she turned to Charles and I, hugging me "Hi, I’m Taylor." she introduced herself and I hugged her back. Not just that Taylor Swift introduced herself, as if we didn’t knew who she was, no! She hugged me!

"Hi! I’m Taylor, it’s so amazing to meet you Lizzie!" I blurted out and blushed immediately "Oh god! You’re Taylor. I’m Lizzie. I’m so sorry!" I apologised immediately but she just laughed.

"It’s okay, don’t be nervous. Just take a deep breath!" she still held my hand, squeezing it "Hi Lizzie, nice to meet you! You’re the racing driver everyone is talking about, right? The only girl in… Formula 1?"

Rest in peace me. RIP me. I died. Dead.

Taylor Swift knew who I was. My mind went blank and I kept staring at her, unable to say anything.

"Yes. Yes, that’s her. The only girl in Formula 1." Charles jumped in and smiled at me, then at Taylor.

"And you must be the boyfriend who surprised Lizzie with tickets for tonight? Charles?" Taylor Swift knew who my boyfriend was.

"Yep. That’s me. Nice to meet you." Charles said and Taylor smiled at him.

"I hope you had some fun tonight?" she asked and I broke out from my trance.

"It was amazing! So freaking amazing! You were amazing! The show! The dancers! The band! The visuals! Amazing!" I praised her and her smile got even bigger.

"Aww! Thank you! You’re the cutest!"

And again. Rest in peace me. RIP me. I died. Dead. I kept on staring at her. Not knowing if she talked to me or if I even was able to answer. I just stood there. Star-strucked. And in awe. She was tall and so pretty. And her smile was contagious.

"Lizzie?" Charles gently nudged my shoulder and I looked at him "Come on, we’re taking some pictures!" he smiled and me and I nodded.

"Here. Come to me." Taylor Swift pulled me to her side and I tried my best not to faint.

Charles took some pictures with his phone, before he stood next to me, to be in some pictures as well. My cheeks were hurting from smiling that much but I couldn’t help it.

"Did we get some good shots?" Taylor asked and Charles nodded.

"Amazing shots."

"Perfect!" she smiled again at us, before her assistant walked in and nodded at her "Unfortunately I have to go now, but it was so good to meet you all!" she hugged us all one by one and when it was my turn she took off one of her bracelets, when she pulled away, handing it to me "I think that one fits you pretty well." she smiled and I looked at the bracelet the 1 stood on the pearls "As you’re the only girl in Formula 1 and you’re also the number one because you won a race!" I put the bracelet on and took one of my own off, in the colours of the German flag and with pearls saying girl champ.

"I think that one fits you pretty well too." I said and she smiled.

"Thank you!" she hugged me again and then lastly Charles "It was really great to meet you! Good luck on the race course? Is it race course? Yeah? Good luck then and win some more races! You guys rock!"

With one last wave she was gone and I just stood there, staring at the bracelet on my wrist. We said our goodbyes to Sarah and her friends and left. Or rather Charles dragged me along, because I wasn’t able to comprehend anything that had happened just now. It was late at night when we arrived back in our hotel and we took a quick shower, getting bed ready, when what has happened fully sunk in.

"I was at the Era’s Tour. I saw Taylor Swift live performing. I met Taylor Swift. Taylor Swift knew who we were. Taylor Swift took pictures with us. And last but not least, Taylor Swift and I switched friendship bracelets." I said and looked at Charles, a big grin on his lips "And that all was only possible because of you. YOU! My amazing, perfect boyfriend!" I snuggled into his side, kissing his cheek "I love you. So much. You have no idea. You are the best boyfriend any girl could ever dream of. Thank you for making this possible!"

"I would do everything for you, cara mia. Although I have to admit, there is someone you definitely have to thank rather than me… Lewis. He got us the tickets. He knew someone who worked with Taylor before and who’s she’s friends with and he organised this all…" Charles said and I smiled.

"Lewis? Well then I guess I have to thank him as well, as soon as I see him again." I yawned and Charles chuckled.

"Come on, sleep now, our flight is at 12." he kissed my forehead and I sighed contently "Good night, cara mia."

"Good night, my Charlie bear. And thank you. So much."

"Call me as soon as you arrive!" I kissed Charles at the gate to his flight to Bologna, after we had arrived two hours earlier from Orlando.

"I will. And you text me when you’re at the factory!" he held me close, kissing my temple.

"Will do! Have a good flight, I’ll see you back home." I waved him off as he boarded the plane, turning around smiling one last time.

Outside the airport a car was waiting for me and when I got inside I leaned back, closing my eyes. I was tired from the long flight and my mind was still trying to wrap around what happened the last 48 hours. Lost in thoughts I flinched when the door of the car opened and Pete grinned at me.

"Welcome back, Lizzie." he grabbed my back for me as I got out and took my suitcase from the driver, thanking him.

"Good to be back!" I smiled and followed him inside, ready to start the preparation for the upcoming races.

The data looked great. The lap times were solid. I was ready for Imola, Monaco and Barcelona. All three tracks were tested, the best set ups and strategies for all types of weather were discussed. On Saturday morning Julie informed me that I would be closely followed by the Netflix film crew for the next three days and for the first time

I honestly didn’t mind it at all.

"You’re awfully cheery…" Elijah chuckled on Sunday at lunch break and I just shrugged.

"I had a good week, I’m optimistic for the next races. Life’s good!" I laughed and he nodded.

"Let’s see if there will be a next race first, right?" Pete squeezed my shoulder when he got up and I sighed.

The weather situation in the Emilia Romagna region was concerning, heavy rainfall was threatening to flood the racetrack and the surrounding regions, a cancellation was considered. I left the factory on Sunday evening, stopping by at Marcus’ place, staying overnight and spending the evening with Benji, playing some board games and watched a movie, before I left on Monday morning to drive back to Monaco. I sent Charles a text that I would be driving now and got in the car, starting my journey.

I parked my car right when Charles called.

"Good timing, I just parked." I said and got out, unloading my suitcase.

"Already? I thought I would catch you somewhere on the streets still." he chuckled and I locked the car, going for the elevator.

"You know me, the indicated time is just like a challenge for me." I stepped into the elevator.

"I honestly have no idea how you’re still having your drivers license! I mean, speeding in Germany is one thing, but the rest? You’re not always going to be this lucky, not getting caught for speeding!"

"It’s not luck. It’s talent."

"It’s madness."

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever." I chuckled, rummaging through my bag to find my keys.

"You know that I’m right!" Charles said.

"We’ll see!" I sighed and walked out of the elevator "I’m at home now, I’m thinking about-…" I dropped my phone and gasped loudly.

"Cara mia?" Charles faint voice from the ground "Lizzie? Talk to me?"

I stared at the bouquet of red roses on my door mat. A white card in the middle.

"LIZZIE!" Charles scream pulled me out of my trance and I bent down, picking up my phone "Cara mia? What happened? Talk to me?"

"I’m okay. Sorry." I choked out, voice shaky.

"Lizzie, what’s going on?" I heard the worry in his voice.

"I tripped. Fell. Sorry. I didn’t look where I was going and there was a- ummm a package on the floor. Sorry!" I lied.

"Are you sure, you’re okay?" Charles didn’t believe me. I heard it in his voice.

"Yeah, kinda. Just some bruised knees tomorrow." I fake laughed.

"Okay. I call you later then?"

"Okay. Bye. Love you." I hung up hastily. My eyes didn’t leave the flowers for a second. I carefully picked them up. Looking the hallway up and down before I unlocked the door and walked inside. With shaky hands I set the vase down on my kitchen island and looked around, then walked through every single room and only when I was convinced I was alone, I took the card out of the flowers and opened it. An address. Nothing more. I googled the address. A betting office. I kept staring at my phone. What did he want me to do at a betting office? Would we meet there? But there was no date or time. Just the address. Nothing more. As it was already getting dark outside I decided to go there the next day. Although I had no idea what I was supposed to do there.

I sat in the car and double checked the address, looking around. Nervous as I was I sat in the car for almost four hours, watching the people who entered and exit the shop. I took one last deep breath before I got out and walked inside. Right at the door was a counter and the man looked at me.

"Hi, umm a friend of mine wanted me to pick something up for him? Salva Diaz?" I asked and he looked through a basket with papers.

"I’m sorry, there’s nothing for a Salva Diaz here." he informed me and I swallowed.

"Something for Lizzie Doetterer?"

"Umm… yes. Lizzie Doetterer." he pulled out a brown envelope and I wanted to take it from him "You have to sign the receipt, that you received the envelope."

He pushed a form over the counter and pointed at the dotted line. I grabbed the pen and signed it, then grabbed the envelope and opened it up. A folder with a bunch of papers inside. Race prognoses for each driver and team. Starting from Monaco. A chart with bet quotes. Copies of betting slips and receipts. And the last paper were instructions on how I had to ensure the winner in Barcelona, Montreal, Spielberg and Silverstone. Diaz’ message in bold letters on a sticky-note:

I lost my money because of you, now you help me get it back. You know what you have to do. Otherwise, see what happens.

I looked at the guy behind the counter, but he was already busy scrolling on his phone so I left the shop, envelope tightly clenched to my chest. Back in the car I looked through the folder. He wanted me to manipulate races? At the instructions for every race my heart clenched when I saw Monaco. He wanted me to make Charles DNF. For Barcelona, Montreal, Spielberg and Silverstone he only instructed who had to win the race. But for Monaco he wanted me to end both, Charles and my race. I started the engine and drove off. This was impossible. Not just that it was morally wrong and against all integrity, it was also fucking illegal. It only needed one person to raise suspicions and it would be over, my career, my team, everything. He knew how dangerous this was. Put all that aside, there was still the biggest question to answer, how was I supposed to do it? How? How do you manipulate a Formula 1 race? I could only control my racing. This wasn’t football where I could cause a penalty or just not give my all and play like shit. This was racing. This was nothing that could be easily manipulated. Especially not by one driver alone. It all didn’t make any sense. When I parked in the garage I opened Instagram and looked through my messages, when I found the chat with Diaz I took a deep breath and opened it up. Our last conversation visible. I wrote him that what he asked of me didn’t make sense, that I couldn’t help a certain driver to win. I had no influence on track positions and therefore didn’t know how I could ensure who would win a race. Not even a minute later he replied, saying his instructions were clear, I had to handle it myself. I groaned and got out, back in my flat I sat down on the couch, folder on the table and I kept staring at it. Out of all the things I thought he wanted me to do, this was something I never, not in a million years, would’ve thought about. I knew that Diaz was insane, but this? This was ridiculous. And impossible. And wrong. And illegal. He wanted me to commit a fucking crime? I flinched when my phone was ringing, Charles, I took a deep breath and answered the call.

"Hey."

"Hi cara mia, how was your day?" Charles muffled voice rang out.

"Uneventful." I answered looking around.

"Yeah? What did you do?"

"Had a workout with JK. Ran some errands and now I’m just sitting around. How was your day?"

"My Monaco race suit and stuff was ready so we shot a little video." I could hear the smile and excitement in his voice.

"Yeah? You like it?"

"Love it."

"I can’t wait to see it." I said, trying to sound as gleeful as possible.

"Are you okay? You sound a little down?" the excitement replaced with worry in an instant.

"I’m just exhausted and tired." I faked a yawn, hoping Charles believed me.

"Hmm… maybe you should cut back on your work outs? You seem to be quite exhausted a lot in the last weeks…"

"I’m fine. It’s just… yeah I don’t know for some weeks now I feel a little tense after the race weekends, but it’s fine."

"Okay. But don’t overwork yourself okay? I know you!" he sighed a little.

"Promise. And now that the cancelled Imola, I have a little time to relax."

"True."

"How’s the situation in Maranello?"

"Luckily we’re all good here, no flooding or anything. But yeah, people are a little worried…"

"I’m glad you’re okay."

"It’s all good, don’t worry!"

"Okay… look, I really don’t want to cut you off, Charles, but I’m really tired…"

"No, it’s alright, cara mia. Go to bed. I’ll be back on Saturday morning. We have a sponsor dinner on Friday and I’m leaving right after it."

"Saturday? That’s 4 more days! Didn’t you say Thursday?" 4 more days alone. I hated it.

"Mattia wanted to test some things." I could practically hear his eyes rolling "Whatever. I’ll be home on Saturday, yeah."

"Okay. See you then! I love you." I swallowed thickly, ready to hang up.

"Good night, cara mia. Love you too." he hung up and I sighed, falling back into pillows.

4 more days alone in here. Here where Diaz knew that I lived. I looked around. Then got up and packed my suitcase, threw everything in that I would need for the next week, with the stuff at Charles flat I should be good for a while. I locked the door and left, taking the car straight to Charles flat. Still alone, but at least I felt safer. Inside I locked the door and rolled my suitcase in the bedroom. Climbing into the bed trying to find sleep. A difficult task for the next days to come. My mind full of his crazy plan for me.

Charles POV:

I was more than happy that I could dodge that sponsor dinner tonight. Driving back home to Lizzie, I wanted to text her that I would be home earlier but decided to surprise her. I unlocked my door, ready to take a quick shower and then head over to Lizzie’s, knowing she would be still awake at this time. Right when I wanted to enter my bedroom my phone vibrated, Lizzie. I chuckled and picked up.

"Hey ca-…" I began but a faint whimper made me freeze "Lizzie?"

"There’s someone here…" she whispered and my heart almost burst out of my chest.

"Lizzie, hide. Lock yourself inside your bathroom! I’ll be right over!" I was already on the way to the door, when I heard a loud bang from inside my bedroom.

"Fuck! I knocked over the candle by the door…" she whimpered, her breathing staggering. Candle by the door? I spun around, storming inside my bedroom towards the bathroom, trying to open the door. Locked. "He’s here."

I threw my phone away and knocked on the door.

"Lizzie! Open up! It’s me! I’m here!" I said loudly "Cara mia, unlock the door! It’s me!"

"Charles?" her voice barely audible through the door. As soon as I heard the click of the door unlocking I pushed the door open, Lizzie looked at me, tears stained her cheeks, a terrified look on her face. Once she recognised me, she jumped right into my arms "Charles…"

"Shhh… it’s okay, cara mia. It’s just me." I held her close and kissed the side of her head "I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!" I walked us outside the bathroom, sitting down on the bed, Lizzie in my lap "I should’ve told you that I’m coming home. I’m sorry."

"It’s okay. I’m sorry. I was just- I woke up because I heard you and thought that someone is-… I thought it’s a burglar or something." she whispered.

"Just me. No one else, Lizzie." I cooed and her trembling stopped slowly, breathing stabilised "I didn’t know you’re here. I wanted to surprise you!"

"I’m sorry! But there is-… someone is renovating above me and it’s so annoyingly loud. I should’ve asked you first if it’s okay staying here." she apologised but I shook my head pulling away.

"You never have to ask that, okay? This place is as much as your place as it’s mine. You come here whenever you want to, okay?" I looked at her intently.

"Okay." she gave me a little smile and then pecked my cheek "Sorry about the candle. I was just so scared that I just knocked it over."

"Fuck the candle. You’re alright. That’s important." I nuzzled my face in her hair and took a deep breath. When I opened my eyes I noticed tiny red droplets on the floor, coming out of the bathroom, I immediately sat Lizzie down next to me and kneeled in front of her, taking her feet in my hands. She had a small cut int the sole of her right foot, a little glass shard poking out "Alright sit still, I take care of that and…" I got up pointing into the bathroom "…that."

"I didn’t even notice it…" she muttered, looking at her foot.

"That’s why you have me." I kissed her forehead and left to get the first aid kit.

As soon as I took care of the cut and made Lizzie lay back down, I cleaned up the floor and took a short shower, then climbed in the bed, Lizzie already asleep. I switched off the light, hugging her from behind, I snuggled into her warmth. Her breathing was evenly and she grabbed my arm tightly.

"Charles?" she whispered after a while and I squeezed her hip to show her that I was listening "Thank you… for being my knight in shining armour, yet again."

"For you always, cara mia, for you always."

I opened my arms and she sat down between my legs, leaning back against my chest. I nuzzled my nose against her neck and inhaled deeply.

"Have I ever told you that I love how you smell?" I asked and she giggled.

"No… and would this be a true crime documentary it would be creepy!" she laughed and I pinched her sides.

"Why are you like this? You’re so annoying!" I chuckled and she just shook her head and turned it slightly to look at me.

"Oh come on! You love me!" she said and I looked into her eyes and leaned in.

"True. That I do. More than anything else…" I whispered against her lips. Before I could kiss her, her phone rang and she flinched.

"God! I almost had a heart attack!" she grabbed her phone and as she looked at her screen she froze "Umm… I gotta take that!" she got up and left the room. I sat up and waited for her to come back. After a couple of minutes I heard the bedroom door opening and Lizzie walked out, she looked confused, upset even.

"Lizzie?" I asked and got up, she looked at me "What happened? Who was that?"

"Umm… that was, that was Pete. He looked through some… umm some of my recent sim results and they weren’t that great… yeah I have to work a bit harder I guess." she was lying "Are you hungry? I’m hungry! I’m going to cook something. You want something too?" she didn’t even wait for an answer and already left into the kitchen. I got up and followed her.

"Hey! What’s going on? Pete wouldn’t call you just to say that? You’ll see him tomorrow?" I said pointedly and she looked at me.

"Well, he didn’t just say that, he said that after Barcelona I had to come to Neuburg and we need to get over some sim data for the new upgrades. That’s how he said it! No big deal!" she tried to reassure me but I wasn’t buying it.

"Lizzie. You know I know it when you’re lying? So just tell me the truth?!"

"I’m not lying! You don’t believe me? Okay! Let’s call Pete then!" she was almost furious as she walked past me, back into the living room grabbing her phone "Here! I call him! If you need proof of me telling the truth, I’ll give it to you…" she clicked on his contact "Thanks for trusting me!" right as she was about to dial his number I sighed. No. Not like this. It wouldn’t do any good if I caught her lying like this.

"Okay, stop. You’re right! Sorry! I trust you! I really do!" I said and she looked relieved "You don’t have to call him…"

"Thank you." she said it with such an attitude that I wanted to just grab her phone and call Pete myself.

"Yeah…" I pressed out "Sure."

When we ate our dinner I felt Charles look on me and tried my best to ignore it. My mind was still reeling from the fact that Diaz had my phone number. When I texted him in Instagram earlier today that I was done, that I wouldn’t do what he wanted from me, I didn’t expect him to call me. Then again, nothing should surprise me anymore when it came to him. I lazily picked at my food, not able to stomach any of it.

"You’re okay?" Charles asked after a while and I just nodded "You should eat, Lizzie. You haven’t been eating much recently." I could hear the worry in his voice.

"I’m fine. It’s just… this season is tough. The car is nowhere near last year’s car. Sure, the last races were better, but still… I just don’t know how to push the car to the max." I sighed "Maybe that’s why my sim work is not that great!" I added and Charles frowned, but didn’t say anything.

"You’ll figure it out. Maybe the upgrades will help." he said after a while and I nodded.

"Yeah, maybe." I shrugged, flinching when I got a text. I kept staring at my phone, feeling Charles look on me.

"Okay, what’s going on?" he asked after a while and I looked at him "First Pete who called you because of your sim data although he sees you tomorrow anyway, then you’re being totally out of it since the call, now you keep staring at your phone like your afraid of the text you just got? What’s going on, Lizzie!"

"Nothing! Jeez! I know who the text is from! And I’m annoyed! It’s Elijah! They want to film this weekend here as well. How I or we, I don’t know, get to track, what we do afterwards, stuff like that! And I’m not really in the mood for that!" I rolled my eyes and Charles sighed.

"Okay." he just said and got up "Are you done? Can I take your plate as well?" he asked and looked at my almost full plate, I nodded and handed him my plate.

"Thank you." I smiled a little and he only nodded and walked off.

With shaking hands I grabbed my phone, closing my eyes I took a deep breath and then unlocked it. When I saw that it was only a text from Shima I huffed, sinking back in the pillows. Right when I wanted to get up, I heard Charles cursing, then he stormed out of the kitchen.

"What the fuck?" Charles hissed and stopped in front of me, then he showed me his phone, a post from an F1 gossip account on display.

I grabbed his phone, reading through the post, my eyes widened.

"What the hell?" I frantically searched for my phone and when I finally found it I tried to call my sister. Busy. Dad. Busy. Mum. Busy. "What the actual fuck! Why is no one picking up!" I kept staring at Charles phone, as he clicked on a link, opening up an article of a big newspaper, my mind reeling when I tried to call Sissy again. Still busy. Right as I wanted to dial Dads number again I got a text from the same number that Diaz called an hour ago. With a sickening feeling in my stomach I opened the text. I swallowed hard and kept staring at the 6 words:

Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

Chapter 32 - Happy anniversary, Lizzie and Charles ♥️ and what better way to celebrate than going to The Era’s Tour 🙌 but you know me by now… I can’t let them be happy for too long 👀

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and they were roommates!!!

what follows is a story that gradually builds to absolute filth - read at your own discretion

trigger warning: alcohol and substance abuse (le oueed) for recreational purposes -no angst involved

word count: 13,085 (could this have been split to chapters? yes. could it have also been proofread? also yes. could it have a beta? it should have a beta. but none of these things happened and here we are)

it was 8 o’clock but it was late. for him anyway, it had been such a long day and to be honest, an excruciatingly long season so far, and he was only half way through. he had a lead over charles, sure, but it wasn’t a comfortable one, and after hungary, nothing seemed comfortable except perhaps the thought of his own bed to just lie in. the anticipation to reach it was killing him as he made his way up to his apartment, only for his hopes and dreams to be entirely crushed.

instead of his cats waiting for him at the door in an otherwise quiet home, he could hear music through the walls as he entered his key in the door. who the fuck was in his apartment? too tired to be alert for a dangerous intruder, max was just extremely irritated, nothing more, nothing less. not even curious as to who the person inside was. for all he knew, it was daniel trying to cheer him up. but that wasn’t daniel’s off key singing he could hear. it didn’t really matter though. all that mattered was getting this party out of his place and literally anywhere else but those four walls.

with a deep sigh, he opened the door and saw her.

her face was familiar, not one he could place. not that he bothered himself too much with that.

“who the fuck are you?” he spoke over the music.

“oh good, you’re home!” her head turned as she exclaimed and ran over to hug him. an eyebrow was raised and max was still waiting for an answer to his question, standing perfectly still as he did so.

the girl let go of him and just stared at him with wide eyes for an awkwardly long time before speaking again.

“vic said it was cool if i crashed here for a while, she told me where to find the spare key.” max didn’t react, waiting for more. “we met when we were karting as kids.” she hopped to jog his memory. “i’m rowan.”

“oooh.” he finally made the connection and rowan gave him a wide smile. “yeah, i remember.” max made a mental note to kill his sister, feed her to the pigs, make sure no evidence is left behind. the perfect crime and it was taking place right behind his eyes.

“want a beer?” rowan’s voice snapped him out of his homicidal daydream.

“and for how long did vic say it was okay for you to be here, exactly?”

“oh i only just got here a few days ago, kinda found myself homeless in monaco. i was hoping it would be okay with you if i crashed until i find a way out of the country.”

her logic was severely flawed, but max was just too damn tired to argue.

“i have not touched your bedroom, i swear. and your cats seemed to be glad someone was around…”

“well, now i’m here.”

“obviously.”

“i can’t do this right now. i need to go to bed. just please keep the noise down. i’ll deal with this in the morning.”

“oh yeah, absolutely, quiet as a mouse. won’t even notice i’m here.” she crossed her fingers and kissed them, as if that meant anything other than a childish gesture.

“that’s impossible, but i’d love to see you try.” he offered her a sarcastic smile before turning on his heels and taking his luggage into his room.

a few days went by and rowan did not seem to budge, having taken over his couch entirely. it took a while, but soon enough, she was forced to adopt his sleeping pattern, out of courtesy if nothing more; her mother raised her better than sleeping when the host was awake, especially when her host needed the room and was a bit of an asshole on top of that.

had she come into his house unannounced? absolutely. did he actually know her? not really. had he had chances to throw her out? every damn day. had he thrown her out? no. so at this point, this was on him, really.

max went on with his routine, waking up at the crack of fucking dawn (which was around 8 am), training, sim racing (as rowan was forced to learn what it was called) and chatting up with his friends and just wasting a bit of time until it was bed time -never later than 12 am.

he made minimal effort to interact with her and for the first couple of days, it was the most awkward position rowan had ever been in. she thought about leaving, but her next thought was her empty bank account and the third one was her promise to victoria: get him to actually relax during his break. so getting the hell out of there wasn’t exactly an option.

neither was laying around all day, tiptoeing around max needlessly. if she were to tiptoe, she could at least be useful about it. once she got his routine down, she started doing the housework, out of boredom and as a means to pay him back for his… well, it wasn’t hospitality per se, so for letting her crash.

she got his meal plan from the fridge, stocked up for a few days and started meal prepping. it was a friday, so max was due for another training session in the afternoon, it was a no brainer that he’d be coming home starving, allowing rowan to take a couple liberties with his dinner, make the meal a bit more hers. besides, she’d have to eat that as well, and plain grilled chicken and salad just didn’t cut it.

careful not to add any extra carbs or go overboard in the calorie count, she managed to make something out of the meal of the day, earning her -or at least her plate, as max wouldn’t really bother with looking at her- a genuine smile he was quick to hide.

one day, after returning from yet another training session, he took a much needed shower, washing as many thoughts as he possible could away. the only thing that seemed to linger in his mind was how he was going to get rid of rowan and killing his sister all in one swift blow. perhaps a double homicide? but as he wrapped a towel around his body and tousled his hair to get most of the moisture out, he resolved that this was a problem that tomorrow’s max would be more than capable of solving.

max got out of the bathroom and as soon as he got used to the smell of his shampoo and body wash, a new scent grabbed his attention.

“is that fucking weed?” he did a full 180 and took long, heavy strides following the smell to his balcony.

“oh shit, sorry, is it bothering you?” rowan was quick to put out the joint in a makeshift ashtray.

“you do realise it’s not legal, right?” she nodded no profusely and max exhaled deeply as he sat down in the other chair around the table. “look, rowan” he paused a little, trying to think of his next words. “i don’t know what vic told you and frankly, i don’t give a shit. i’m tired, and really need to relax. i need my space and my home.”

“we just thought it would help you relax…” she was apologetic, which didn’t particularly help, but it didn’t make things worse either.

“by finding a stranger in my house the moment i walk in, ready to enjoy my only vacation and risking jail plus a hefty fine?”

“well, when you put it like that… besides, we’re not strangers.”

“we’re not childhood buddies either.”

“point made. i’ll be out of your hair.” she replied with a flat tone.

she was defeated, the plan was a bust. all vic wanted was to help her brother unwind after the season he’d had and at the same time, help out an old friend. both backfired terribly and rowan was on the receiving end of things.

without anything else left to say or do, she got up and made her way past max to reach the living room, mind occupied with where her broke ass would spend the night and how she’d pack her things than anything else. too occupied to notice max’s hand reaching out and grabbing her wrist, bringing her to a halt. surprised, she sucked in a breath.

“you can go tomorrow, i have no intention of kicking you out in the middle of the night. contrary to popular belief, i do have a soul and manners. just don’t get me arrested in the meantime?”

“the bar is higher than you might think.” rowan gave him a chuckle. “but seriously, i get that it’s a lot and a bother, i’ll be out in like 10 minutes tops.”

“don’t make me the guy who kicks a girl out on the street.”

“i’m leaving voluntarily, max.” she spoke softly.

“if you stay, will that be voluntary as well?”

“fuck yeah, your couch is like a fucking cloud, dude.” and that earned her a chuckle from max. a chip in his grumpy armour, perhaps there was hope of getting him to actually unwind over his break.

“great. and now that you’re up, how about you grab me that beer you offered?” his tone was condescending, but all rowan did about it was roll her eyes and break free of his weak -as it turned out- grasp on her hand, as she made her way even further to the apartment and into the kitchen.

the girl came back just a minute later, two beers in hand and the cats expertly walking between her feet, making rowan struggle a bit for balance, earning her yet another small laugh from max.

“is my misfortune entertaining enough for you, verstappen?”

“as a matter of fact, yes, thank you. your misery brings me joy.”

“you’ll be the happiest man alive when i’m done with you.” rowan smiled bitterly.

she sat down and placed one beer can in front of max, and with just one look, she knew that both her attempt at dark humour and the beer were appreciated, making her feel at ease.

“no glasses?” he asked.

“tonight, we drink like men.” she slammed the cans on the table. “tomorrow i can get you a bottle of bubbly rosé, if that’s your fancy.” she cracked the can open and took a sip, max mimicking her movements.

“bold of you to assume there will be a tomorrow.”

“think of it as a parting gift. so is rosé okay, or are you more of a cabernet kind of guy?”

“i’d prefer a bottle of gin, if you’re going to the liquor store.”

“my grandpa used to say that gin is the drink of alcoholics.”

“let me guess - liver failure?”

“damn fucking straight.” she raised her beer can to a toast and winked at him.

“wait, seriously?”

“yup. still want that gin?”

minutes quickly went by and turned into hours, the small table on the balcony soon filled with empty beer cans. and unlike the remaining cans in the fridge, max found himself not running out of things to discuss with rowan.

there was a sober version of himself still clinging to the back of his mind, telling him that it was getting late, that he needed to rest. but he just couldn’t bring himself to get up and go to bed. besides, she’d probably be gone come morning. he’d never hear the end of it from his trainer. but it was just one night. he deserved a night off, no matter how unexpectedly -to say the least- that came to happen.

there was a moment of silence that allowed him to have more of that inner monologue, weighing the pros and cons of that night so far, but it was quickly filled by rowan’s voice again.

“you do realise you’re still in a towel, right?”

“and you’re wearing just an oversized t shirt.” he noted in return. “hey, is that mine?”

“maybe” the girl gave him a cheeky grin.

“you’ve taken over everything! so what, now jimmy and sassy curl up at your feet when you sleep?”

“wait, they don’t normally do that?” and that was the final straw. max’s jaw hanged in surprise, speechless. “i’m just fucking with you, mate. your cats still love you.” she lied, hoping it was convincing enough. sure, his cats still loved him, but they were sleeping on the couch with her those past couple of days.

“so you’ve raided my fridge, my closet, taken my cats away from me but sleeping on my bed was too much?”

“sounds about right, yeah. don’t give me that look, your bed will remain yours. but a girl has to eat. and your wardrobe is pretty limited. don’t you own anything other than polos and skinny jeans? who even wears skinny jeans in 2021?”

“got any other complaints about your free accommodation?”

“give me a couple minutes, i’ll come up with a list. want it in alphabetical order or from most to least important?”

“you’re impossible.”

“yet, still here.”

“don’t push your luck.”

and as if his last sentence never left his lips, rowan absentmindedly picked up the joint she’d left earlier and lit it up again.

“are you actively trying to throw me in jail?”

“oh relax, verstappen. who will know it's from us? besides, you’re not the one in possession. and being the gracious lady i am, you’re free to have some. just take it easy, i’m not in a state to deal with a bad trip.”

“how generous of you. and i have smoked before.”

“of course you have.” she openly and clearly doubted him, grinding his gears even further. max being max plus a hefty handful of beers, decided to prove his point and gestured for rowan to pass him the joint, from which he took a long, satisfying drag, slowly letting the smoke out of his lungs.

he didn’t cough, or came close to having anything that might seem like an asthma attack and that put rowan at ease. first time smokers tend to cough up a lung or two. not max though. there was a thick cloud of smoke around his face and he kept on releasing more and more. he held the joint between his index and middle finger and rowan found herself entranced, looking at his expression loosening up, sandy blond hair falling in his clouded eyes mixing with the smoke, how his hand looked with the mixture of tobacco and weed wrapped in a thin paper lacing his fingers.

“is this hand rolled?”

“by yours truly.”

he shot her a grimace of approval as he looked down at the joint in his hand and then looked up at her look of disbelief.

“you forgot i’m dutch, didn’t you?”

“i- well, yes. besides, you’re an athlete and you freaked out about it earlier, so…”

“so you thought it wouldn’t touch it with a ten foot pole.” he took another drag. “it’s just nature, baby.”

rowan was fully aware that this was an expression. she was clear on the fact that he hadn’t just called her baby. but her heart skipped a beat nonetheless. it was the closest she’d gotten to being close to him, and the that little word, endearing as it was, made it worse.

max passed the joint back to her and she welcomed the distraction and the chance to get herself under control again.

“seriously though, aren’t you going to get dressed?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

“maybe. eventually. aren’t you?”

“i’m not the one spending the last hour in a towel. i am dressed.”

“if that’s what you’d call being dressed. besides, it’s my house. i can walk around with my cock out if i want.”

“now that’s a mental image i certainly didn’t need.”

“of course, keep lying to yourself.” his deadpan expression had rowan frozen.

“i am a lady, max. please, do keep that in mind.”

“it’s hard to when not ten minutes ago you let out a burp i’d be jealous of.”

“fine, i’m a lady who’s had beer. it makes me burp. sue me.”

“for that, no. for trespassing, though… or even breaking and entering, that’s a great idea. perhaps the smartest thing you’ve ever said.”

“and here i was, thinking that weed would be the end of your legal troubles”

“i could add you to the list, no worries.”

“happy to see i’m not a bother, then.”

“don’t push it.” he glared at her but his gaze softened in a matter of milliseconds. “but to return to my original point, you’re not a lady. ladies don’t barge into strangers’ homes unannounced, they don’t walk around in nothing but said strangers’ t shirts and they certainly don’t happen to carry expertly hand rolled joints to pass around.”

“expertly, huh?”

“focus.”

“fine, if i’m not a lady, what am i?”

“trouble” he gave her a smirk and extended his hand to ask for the joint again.

rowan was quite pleased with the characterisation, unbeknownst to her returning the smirk, although it hadn’t gone exactly the way she wanted. she was willing to settle, but not go down without a fight.

“are you under the impression that you are a gentleman?”

“me, gentle? no, baby. never.” he winked and the innuendo was not lost on her as a blush crept up her cheeks, but other than that, she wasn’t phased.

“then what kind of man throws a woman with nowhere to go out of his house, not even recognising the fact that his home is spotless, his cats and himself are well fed and taken care of, and any and all efforts she makes to help him relax after a tough day at the office?”

hearing the words come out of her mouth, rowan realised just how domestic that sounded. however, she’d said nothing but facts. sure, she was getting free rent in monaco those past few days. but she’d made sure that whenever he got home -thank you vic for not giving her a time window to work with- everything would be clean and proper.

max finding her dancing wearing his t shirt was not part of the plan, much like many other things that happened in the course of the last few hours. but that didn’t magically erase the fact that she had been taking care of things as if she were in her own place, and then some.

“the kind that blends well with trouble.”

he could not have a line for anything she threw at him. they’d had the same to drink and smoke. it was just not fair. rowan struggled a couple seconds to find her pace again, remember her endgame, while hoping that the delay wouldn’t be too apparent, or attributed to simply how max had the right thing to say to everything.

“so you are having fun!” a grin was plastered on her lips.

“that’s not how i have fun.”

“oh please, pray tell.” she regretted the words as soon as they came out of her mouth. the innuendos had certainly not helped, nor had her intoxicated state, at remaining civil. faster than the speed of light she could see the conversation derailing as max would go on providing specifics on what ‘fun’ entails.

to rowan’s surprise, he just raised an eyebrow and replied like anyone you practically just met would:

“i play with my cats, watch some shit on netflix and play games.”

“that’s so pedestrian of you verstappen, colour me shocked.”

"not all of us lead the exciting life of a world touring, couch surfing hobo, rowan. some of us just enjoy a quiet night in-"

"much like this then-"

"without surprises."

"fine mr clean and proper, straight as an arrow who has never done a single fun thing in his life. i get it, i'm a nuisance. so then why have you spent all night with me?"

"if i'm going to go to jail for a year, i deserve to know my cellmate and enjoy the weed that gets thrown in, don't you think?"

"for a year?"

“what part of ‘illegal’ was so hard for you to grasp?”

that shut rowan up. the last thing she wanted was to ruin the man’s career, end him up in actual prison or both. she stood there, frozen in fear, staring at the view of the city and the sea before her, but looking at nothing in particular. a gigantic spider could be ruining the city one leg at a time and she probably wouldn’t have noticed.

she couldn’t tell if she stayed like that for seconds or entire minutes, but she was certain of what brought her out of it: max’s laugh. she’d only heard it through closed doors as he was playing with his friends, or coming up the stairs with his trainer after a session, but she couldn’t mistake the sound. her head turned to face him and he was actually doubled over.

“what?” she muttered, trying to get her brain to work and figure out what might be so funny.

“i’m just- fucking with you” max uttered in between attempts to take a breath and rowan could feel the blood boiling in her veins. how could he let her believe- “marijuana is still very illegal, but it’s unlikely we’ll get in trouble.” he managed a more serious voice.

“i’m going to kill you in your sleep and drag your lifeless body through the streets before feeding you to the cats.” her tone was flat but her voice was shaking in anger.

max let out another giggle. “i’ll give you one for your creativity. here, take a hit, it’ll help you feel better.” he handed her the joint.

“oh my god, i’m feeding you to the cats alive.” but she gladly took it and lit it up again, filling her lungs to capacity before exhaling and taking another drag.

a few moments later, she was more relaxed, a combination of the substance along with the blood not rushing to her head anymore proving to be most helpful, but still pissed at max.

“why would you ever think that this was funny?”

“you didn’t see your face.”

“is this payback, because we already said, i’ll be out of your hair come morning.”

“i thought we agreed you’d stay.”

“so you’re just an asshole then, cool.” she stated matter-of-factly and took her third consecutive hit.

rowan was starting to feel a bit numb, a sign that it was kicking in. finally. she sighed as the smoke clouded her face. and then she realised that max never cared to dispute the fact that he was an asshole. or apologise, highlighting her point. great. rowan rolled her eyes, gaze falling on him for just a split second - enough to see him a bit more gloomy than usual, earning him another eye roll.

“fine, you’re not an asshole. here, peace offering.” and she extended the joint back to him, which max silently took.

after another couple of hits, he got up towel still surprisingly hanging on his hips and went inside. rowan was a bit worried about the repercussions, how he’d be acting around her from then on, but she couldn’t bring herself quite to the point of analysing that. that was a problem for the next day and one she was not equipped to handle at the time.

so she occupied herself with stargazing, trying to find constellations and then trying to match them with the endless small lights of the buildings below.

max came back, interrupting the silence of her mind. he had put some pants on, but his torso was still bare, and rowan noticed, shifting her focus from stars to him with inexplicable ease. while she had been visualising constellations just a few moments ago, now she was visualising his arms trapping her body between them. she also noticed the veins in said arms, just barely visible, but there. and they extended to his hands, followed by long fingers, which by the way would look so good on her thighs-

“enjoying the view?” a tinge of his lips was the only thing betrayed the meaning behind his words.

“quite spectacular.”

“the sights of monaco are something to behold.” fuck, she was going to make him lose it just by looking at him.

it was borderline unreal how easily the conversation flowed and how comfortable the silences were. she got his humour; even if she wouldn’t laugh at one of his jokes, he could see the glint in her eyes under the soft light of the night. it had been a hot minute since max had clicked like that with someone and while he enjoyed it, he decided not to read too much into it; he could leave some friendly banter and some flirty glances be bygones. the situation was already quite bizarre as it was, there was no need to make it even more complicated and he was just too fucking tired of everything, adding drama to the pot was the last thing he needed. but the way she kept eyeing him up and down was getting very hard to ignore.

max got to the point of wondering if the table between them was a cockblock or keeping him from making a mistake. it was an uneasy feeling, not knowing if he was grateful or pissed, especially when the little exposed skin rowan showed looked so fucking delicious. he was right; she was trouble. and he wanted to blend with her so bad.

this was getting ridiculous and max was getting impatient. there was this small, still rational part of his that kept him from getting up and dragging her to the rails of his balcony, take out his frustrations right there and then. the mental image of her back arched, hair unruly and all over the place, and her ass pressed up against him didn’t help.

rowan heard him sigh and her attention was brought back to the real max immediately, the one before her and not the one teasing her with those beautiful, long fingers in her imagination.

“what’s troubling you?” an innocent enough question that did not have an innocent answer.

max took his sweet time to reply, shifting in his chair to have his body turned to her, finding her eyes before even opening his mouth.

“you”.

“haven’t we been through this already?” exasperated she took another hit, deep enough to make the cigarette come very near its end, passing it again to max. “want me gone? i’ll go!”

rowan watched him finish the blunt with a long drag which he kept in his lungs for a few seconds, releasing much less smoke than what he inhaled but still creating a cloud over his features. he put out the cigarette with a bit more force than necessary before speaking again.

“it’s not about that.”

“then what is it about?”

max didn’t grace her with an answer. instead, he looked at her for a while and then stared off into the endless view of his balcony for a few minutes. once he decided that that was enough, he got up and went to bed without uttering another word.

another couple days went by and things went back to normal, as if the other night never took place. rowan was good at hiding her disappointment and irritation; sharing weed was supposed to be a bonding experience, but apparently max thought otherwise. and that was okay. at least, that’s what she told herself to get through the day without erupting. what was different however, was something very subtle and at the same time reassuring. the silences were comfortable now.

to max it was almost surreal how comfortable a silence would be. he now knew she got his humour, even if she didn’t laugh or had a snarky comeback she probably didn’t even think of holding back on. it got to the point where he’d like nothing more than explore that possibility, test the limits of their chemistry, but it would make things too complicated and there just wasn’t enough room in his life, or his brain for that matter, to deal with the repercussions. for once, he was doing less than his best and that was okay. ignoring her to the extent he did, or even the possibility of her, was already hard enough, taking more power than he’d like to admit.

but there was a limit on how rude he could be, and when he was invited to a club on his day off, he had to invite rowan.

a deadpan expression was plastered on her features. “you want me there. with you.”

max sighed, tired of having to repeat himself. “look, you don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

“the max verstappen is inviting little old me to a night out in monaco.”

“yes.” he rolled his eyes.

neither of them said another word as rowan jumped off the couch and went straight to the bathroom.

“give me like 30 minutes and we’re out the door.” she yelled from behind the closed door, the sound of the water running almost muffling her words.

“i’m setting a timer”

“of course you are.” her voice was lower this time, but rowan didn’t particularly care if he heard her.

she took the quickest shower of her life, hands lathering and shaving and rinsing furiously her body as she waited for her conditioner to set after washing her hair in record time and after another thorough rinse, rowan draped her towels on her body and head, dashing for the living room and to her clothes she’d neglected to take with her.

“careful, you’re going to fall.” max turned to look at what could have been the afterimage of the girl sprinting and digging through her suitcase.

“i’m a big girl, versta-” and in true rowan fashion, she lost her balance.

with lightning quick reflexes, max was already up and extending his arms to catch her.

rowan’s face was one of pure shock, eyes open wide and mouth agape, still mid-sentence. max’s eyes were locked into hers for a moment and as if by instinct, he let his fingers that gripped her arm curl a bit, ensuring that she was secure. he sighed and rolled his eyes in disappointment.

“i warned you.”

this was responded with a roll of her eyes and dismissive words, as rowan freed herself from his grip. “oh get off it verstappen, you’re going to make us late.”

“oh am i the reason we’re going to be late your majesty?”

she didn’t bother replying. in fact, his words were lost in a blur of still feeling his fingertips on her skin and the way he looked at her. she was definitely overreacting, there’s no way he could be looking at her in any way that would make the air stand still in her throat. and she made up her mind: that night she’d get her mind off him, this wasn’t a viable situation anymore. and a club in monaco was the perfect place to do just that.

rowan got dressed and put on minimal makeup, time closing in on her. besides, she couldn’t wear anything heavy in that kind of heat, it would sweat right off her. so with an off shoulder crop top, a small skirt, some concealer, waterproof mascara, blush, highlighter and lipstick as her allies, she got ready in the confined space of the bathroom. not ideal, but at least the lighting was good.

“ready!” she emerged with a victorious smile.

“shoes.” max pointed out and rowan cursed under her breath, smile quickly fading away. rushing again to her suitcase she dug for her only pair of heels and put them on.

“ready!” she repeated, same smile on her face. max shook his head and grabbed his keys, rowan following suit.

the drive over was silent, but the club was packed, music coming in as loud noise at the contrast. but being a permanent resident had its perks, such as access to the vip lounge. the music was just loud enough and there was plenty of space to sit, drink, dance and mingle. all of which, max hated. except for the drinking. and he could do with a nice, comfortable seat.

if daniel hadn’t pressured him to finally go out, he probably wouldn’t be there, but it was his only chance of seeing him over the summer break before the australian went back home to crash on a mountain bike or whatever it was he did on his time away from the track.

the welcome was warm, contrary to the abundance of bottles on the table sitting in an ice bucket, almost begging for rowan to empty them. with a silent promise that she’d do just that in a little while, she poured her first drink, two parts gin and one part soda. give or take. it was exactly what the doctor ordered, or what they would if they knew what she’d been through those past few months, especially those past few days. holding the bottle over to max’s direction, she silently gestured if he’d like a drink as well. max being max and to no one’s surprise, he abruptly pried the bottle from her fingers, doing it himself.

she’d gotten the message that she wasn’t exactly welcome -despite max himself inviting her over- rowan didn’t stay with max’s friends for longer than necessary. after some small talk, she excused herself to the dance floor and got herself away enough to not be a bother. drink in hand, eyes closed and body swaying, there was nothing she’d like more than to get lost in the music. dance and drink the night, her worries and troubles away.

her peace was bound to be shortlived as the girl felt a presence too close behind her. curious, she turned around and found herself disappointed it was not max, but a complete stranger. but then, a few gears clicked in her mind and in a split second she’d decided that the rather attractive stranger would be a perfect distraction.

she never found out his name and she couldn’t remember if she ever gave him hers. but it didn’t matter. only a few words were exchanged before they both resumed dancing, this time together, moves syncing to the beat and to each other.

a few songs passed and rowan was pleasantly surprised to see that the stranger hadn’t gotten too close nor had he touched her, not even her hands. her back was turned to him and when the song changed once more, she turned around to face him and her free hand caressed his, giving him a green light of sorts. the stranger gladly took it, intertwining their fingers and raising their hands in the air as he bent down and touched her forehead with his.

the proximity was sudden and a bit uncomfortable. rowan wasn’t interested in having a stranger’s alcohol infused breath hitting her face, so she turned her face to the side. in an inexplicable way, or just sheer damn coincidence, her gaze was met with max’s. he’d been watching her and it was only in that moment that she realised. she also came to realise that it was in that instant that the fire in her belly roared again. neither was a fact she could explain. all she could do was drag her body to continue its rhythmical movements, trying not to shatter the illusion of her attention being to the music. but it felt like max could see right through her, knowing that it was him that had her captivated and not some random guy. smug bastard.

max on the other hand didn’t feel smug at all. he felt a raging heat in his chest, watching rowan dance the night away, away from him, with someone neither of them knew. he did his best to participate in the conversation his mates were having, sipping their drinks and sadly attempting to dance. there was no reason for them to know that his attention was elsewhere and he did all in his power to conceal it, speaking whenever spoken to, pretending that the music was too loud when he was too lost in thoughts of rowan grinding against him like that, and more than thankful for the interruption of his train of thought. these were dangerous waters and he’d made up his mind, it was not worth pursuing. besides he wasn’t jealous, how could he be? just worried, was all. she was in a foreign country, amongst people she didn’t know, in a club. things could be dangerous. he was just being protective of his guest. but he still couldn’t tear his eyes away for more than a few seconds, especially when she turned and finally looked at him, acknowledging his presence for the first time that evening. how gracious of her, he thought and scoffed.

“she okay?” daniel’s voice echoed his concerns and max didn’t bother with an answer. with long, purposeful strides he closed the distance and got close enough to rowan to make himself heard.

“why don’t you come back with us?”

“didn’t wanna ruin your night out.”

“bullshit. come back.” determined, his grip found her arm and pulled her closer, with every intent of dragging the girl back to the booth by force if need be.

rowan followed willingly, body limp and a bit numb from the dancing and alcohol. she didn’t pay that stranger another thought, didn’t even say goodbye or feign an excuse. max counted that as a win, and rowan didn’t even notice. what she did notice, even though a minute too late, was that he got in the way of her fun.

“why did you drag me back here?” she pouted and fuck if max didn’t want to sink his teeth into that bottom lip.

“it’s safe, i was worried.”

“i don’t need a chaperone.”

“if you can’t tell that dancing with strangers is the definition of unsafe, you clearly do.”

rowan placed her almost empty drink on the table with what might have been a loud thud, but it was never heard, and she crossed her arms over her chest.

“ugh, fine, dad.” she made sure to stretch that last word, and max clung on for dear life to not tell her that she was missing a syllable there.

she did her best to mingle with his friends, she really did. the abundance of alcohol at her disposal certainly helped and she’d be damned if she didn’t take advantage of it, not bothering to take note of the drinks she’d downed.

they were fun peeps, great fun even, but feeling max’s gaze burning a hole in her wasn’t exactly allowing her to let go. coming with him was a mistake, one she was regretting already. on the other hand, she didn’t want to be the reason he left his friends early; she��d already caused enough trouble, and she wasn’t about to ruin the one night out he allowed himself. so rowan did what she did best and blended in, chatting, dancing, smiling and blatantly ignoring the pain in her feet from her shoes. she’d been standing for longer than she’d like, but it was okay. she probably had a day or two left at max’s place to allow the swelling to subside.

dare she say, after allowing herself to blend in with the crowd, she had a blast. the only semicolon in her night seemed to be that perfect stranger she never got another dance with. their eyes still met a few times in the dimly lit room, and she made a point of holding his gaze as she swayed along to the music, not much unlike the way she was swaying against him. disappointment coloured her features when the stranger looked away quickly and the girl was just as quick to pin this on verstappen; he probably thought that they were together. she wouldn’t be caught admitting it out loud but as much good as max had done, he’d taken just as much and this oh so easy opportunity for a one night stand that would calm her nerves was the final straw.

the time that went by from that realisation to how rowan found herself home was a blur. with almost frantic movements she locked herself into the bathroom, got rid of her clothes and put on an oversized tshirt that she used as a pyjama, feeling much relieved already to be out of tight seams and her feet touching the ground. she went straight into the kitchen, grabbed a beer and another joint from her suitcase and went outside, ready to let go of everything and enjoy the rest of her evening in peace. it was way past max’s bedtime anyway.

not a single word was uttered and max was left dumbfounded, watching rowan roam the apartment after finally settling down in the balcony, in her usual spot.

he broke the long silence after taking his usual spot on the opposite end of the round table.

“penny for your thoughts?”

“at the moment, trying not to have any.” she propped up her beer as if to say cheers and after taking a sip she lighted up her smoke, inhaling sharply. there was still smoke in her lungs when max spoke next.

“did you have fun tonight?”

“yeah, did you?” there’s no way she’d say anything else, praising him till the day she died. in front of him at least, and switching the focus of the conversation to him was the easiest way to not talk about her… annoyance.

“of course. but i’m not convinced that you had fun.” he rested his forearm on the table and leaned in closer, studying her face which wasn’t giving anything away.

“my night isn’t over yet, i have my favourite companions with me.”

“oh what an hono-”

“i was talking about my besties over here, beer and weed. you’d need to work a little harder to make the list.”

“ouch.” rowan just raised an eyebrow in response. “aren’t you going to share?” the girl remained silent yet again, and took a long hit off the joint while looking him in the eyes, taunting him. again. rowan was testing his patience in a newfound way and max didn’t know for how long he’d be able to play along. she finally gave passed him the blunt and max took an equally long drag.

“so, how was your night?” perhaps she’d been rude enough for one night.

“honestly, exhausting.” his lips were covered by a thick veil of smoke.

“was chaperoning me too much work?”

“yes.”

“well, i didn’t need a guardian, i’m a grown woman capable of making my own choices, thank you very much.”

“i never suggested otherwise.”

“then what the fuck was your problem?” if he wasn’t a misogynistic prick, what other explanations were left?

“i just -” max fumbled for words and it was obvious, he even felt his cheeks heating up. he never lied, but now even concealing the truth was becoming harder and harder with substances rushing through his bloodstream. “i just didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“jesus, can’t a girl get railed in peace?” rowan was exasperated and max’s eyes widened in surprise. bottom line, that was exactly what he was trying to prevent, but he never expected her to be so blunt about it. but if we were going with honesty, two could play the game and max was a ticking time bomb until he burst.

“not when you have a complete stranger ogling you and grinding against you.” sure, his tone was raised a little, but it was so worth it, the weight lifting off his chest.

“that was the point, verstappen.” she rubbed her face, the lack of communication finally getting to her. “or would you rather it be one of your friends? daniel’s hot.”

“or how about you contain yourself until you’re no longer staying here?” in a moment of maturity that was slowly but surely slipping away from him, max refrained from commenting on daniel, biting back the remark.

“why?” simple question, three letters, one syllable. rowan extended an arm and stole the joint back from max, taking a hit as she waited for an answer, eyes clouded and glued on his, mouth just slightly agape, letting smoke escape from her lips which he never wanted to bite into more than at that moment.

“because the way you’re looking at me doesn’t help me contain myself.”

the girl got up and closed the distance between them with a couple slow steps. she bent down until their faces were inches apart and took another drag before speaking again, sure to exhale on his face. “why?”

max took a few seconds to study her face, feel her breath against his skin, get lost in her eyes. once she blinked slowly in a small nod, he took the cigarette from her hands and placed it on his lips, inhaling sharply, while his other hand was busy finding the nape of her neck and wrapping his fingers in her hair.

“because you’ve made me want you a writhing, moaning mess underneath me.” it was his turn to blow smoke on her face and he left the cigarette on the table on his left.

“are you trying to make this my fault as well, verstappen?”

“oh i’m prepared to take full responsibility.”

all she did was walk walk around his apartment wearing his clothes, cooking and laughing at his jokes. it wasn’t her fault she looked so damned good in his shirts that barely covered anything, that rode up dangerously high when she stood on her tiptoes and stretched trying to reach the plates for dinner from the top shelf. it wasn’t her fault. but he wanted more and his inhibitions had been smoked and drank away a while ago.

“get up” he reluctantly let go of her hair, allowing rowan to do as she was told. “turn around and lift up that shirt.”

rowan didn’t hesitate but she took her time. in her hazy state, there as not much sense of right and wrong; all she had left was a fire burning in her core, one she really didn’t want to put out, and with each word that left max’s mouth, it only got stronger.

with lazy moves she turned around and tucked her fingertips between the hem of his her shirt, slowly lifting it up, while she wondered and waited for his next instructions. she was just above her waist when he told her to stop, and she froze, not moving an inch.

he took her in slowly, drinking away at the sight. to think that all this time he’d been so close and yet so far away made him want to burst with built up anticipation he’d been ignoring all along. the curse of her waist giving way to her hips, dressed only with an inch of dark green lace. he followed the fabric to her ass, noting how it turned into silk or sating, or any soft fabric that could still never compare to the softness of her skin.

under any other circumstances, he wouldn’t have spent so much time and attention to something that would be discarded and on the floor in the next moments, but he just found it fascinating, how that small line of lace turned to satin and then subtly disappeared into her ass. such skimpy, feminine underwear for the woman that could burp his full name. the contrast between the tomboy and the sensual creature before him made him throb and the thought of how rowan’s moans would sound almost edged him.

rowan heard max mutter something in dutch, probably a curse, and turned her hear around to look at him, meeting glazed eyes that were taking her in.

“never took you for an ass guy.”

“wasn’t one until now. you fucking tease.”

“says the man parading around shirtless.”

“you’ve seen mine, isn’t it only fair to want to see yours?” he gently touched her waist as he spoke, still careful about where his hands went, that bit of self restraint barely hanging on, but rowan shivered and he froze, not taking his hand off her. “you okay, love?”

“please touch me.”

“such a good girl, begging for me already.”

his next move was clumsy, hands tightening around her waist and bringing her down, sitting on his lap. he could feel her pressing against his shameless, raging hard on and rowan shifted on him to get more comfortable, to get more friction. she only made things worse. images of her grinding against some other guy flashed before his eyes and his grip got tighter, bringing her even closer to him, back firmly pressed against his chest.

rowan had barely any time to steady herself, much less appreciate the fact that she was sitting on the thighs she’d spent more time admiring and fantasising about than she cared to admit, even to herself. she was too lost in her own haze to notice anything other than the fact that the friction felt too damn good. there wasn’t too much room in her head for coherent thoughts, so it wasn’t until later that she found herself actively grinding on max’s thigh and even though a blush crept up her face, she didn’t stop; she didn’t know if she could.

all this time, max was watching her intently, recording her ever move, every change that made her bite her lip and inhale just a bit sharper. he was learning her. but even after realising that, rowan again didn’t stop. what she did was turn her face to hold his gaze, bottom lip between her teeth and reached down to hold on to his legs for more stability as she rolled her hips a little faster. knowing that she was giving him a show that she herself enjoyed fueled her stamina.

there was only so much max could take; he was just a man after all. feeling he’d reached the limit of his patience, he lifted rowan up only slightly and turned her around. in perfect sync, her legs went over his and when he put her down again, he could feel her core on his cock, the heat and pressure doing something crazy. but that was just a byproduct, a happy surprise. what he really wanted to do was kiss her and he did just that.

his hand found her neck once again and brought her in close, clashing their lips together and he kissed her hard, hungry for the promise of more. her tongue found his and they played, like this was a well rehearsed dance they had before. it was all so familiar and new, it felt like for just that moment, she belonged there, on top of him.

he interrupted the kiss with a bite on her lower lip, completing just one fantasy on the long list she’d created unknowingly for him, and max felt her nails digging softly into his shoulder, hips not stopping to roll against him and he knew that this would be interesting as his last second thoughts and inhibitions left his mind, leaving only his body to take over.

his lips resumed their feverish kiss and hands reached over to her lower back, bringing her closer and her movement to a halt, the pressure feeling too good. his hands then moved to her thighs, fingers finally digging into the soft flesh, and max relished in the feeling as he kept her in place.

however, he did need to taste her. all of her. her sweet lips were just a start. with a last squeeze of his hands on her thighs, max removed her shirt with every intention of diving in, to kiss lick and suck on each square inch of skin but his plans were delayed. this was by no means a romantic evening, but the way the moonlight reflected on her shoulders, painting shadows on her chest left him staring.

quickly, his hunger was replaced by an intense desire to appreciate what was in front of him, offered so generously. nothing changed much, other than the intent and execution: instead of attacking rowan, biting and marking her, max started placing open mouthed kisses on her exposed skin, leaving invisible traces of his tongue, as he worked his way from the top of her stomach to her neck. he had every intention of being civil, of holding himself back, but as he reached that sweet spot above her collar bone, her scent filled his nose and as if in a trance, his teeth sank into the soft skin, earning him the softest of ohs that escaped rowan’s mouth and max didn’t need much more to loose it. he did need more of those moans though. bigger, louder. and he had a rough idea of how he could make that happen.

for rowan, being on top normally meant she was in control. this time around though everything was different. as soon as he had his cock pressed against her cunt, she was no longer in control of anything. not what she did, not what she felt, not what she said. in record time, max had found her sweet spot, and there was no helping the moan that escaped her, nor how she eased herself into his arms, craning her neck to allow him more access to that point, pushing her chest into his. her nipples were painfully erect and neglected, and rowan was only praying that max would at least pay them some attention, as her mouth wasn’t capable of allowing words to escape, being otherwise occupied with sighs and soft moans as max bit and sucked into her neck.

it was so easy for her to give up control when giving up felt so damn good. but she needed more, so she pushed herself just a bit harder against his cock, legs closing around his back and against the back of the chair. clothes needed to be removed, hands and mouths needed to get to work. yes, letting max take the lead was good; him taking his sweet time wasn’t. it was time she took matters into her own hands. with quick and clumsy moves she unbuttoned his shirt and rolled it down from his shoulders, but as max’s arms were still around her and didn’t seem to be letting go any time soon, rowan had to make do. the feeling of his chest against hers would need to be enough for the moment and the urge to dig nails and teeth into his biceps would need to wait.

rowan's desperation was clear and max was thriving in it, so much so that he chuckled.

“is this funny to you?”

“i’m just enjoying how… ready you are for me.” there was a pause between his words, as he reached out and slipped a hand into her panties, feeling just how wet she was. rowan gasped at the contact but quickly got over her surprise and rolled her hips into his hand. max cursed again under his breath, eyes finding hers. without really thinking about it, his fingers reached inside her and curled up, earning him another of those delicious moans of hers and he continued exploring her pussy, allowing rowan a few moments of pleasure. “this is for me, right?” she didn’t answer straight away and max stopped.

“you cannot be serious.” rowan tried to take matters in her own hands, move her body to get more, but max’s other hand on her waist held her firmly in place. neither of them spoke or moved until rowan broke the silence. “yes max, it’s for you. happy now?”

“not quite.” he removed his hand from her cunt, licking his fingers clean. he got her off him and got up. before the girl could react, he’d grabbed her by the wrist and made his way inside and into the bedroom, rowan trying to keep up with his large strides.

she’d spent almost a week in that house, but his bedroom was untouchable, door always closed and she respected that enough to feel strange passing through the doorframe. she had a few questions, but articulating them was hard enough, especially when she was being pushed against a wall and kissed so hard and passionately.

she was infuriating him by the second; one minute, it felt like she was clay in his hands, eager and ready to be moulded and shaped. and the next, it felt like she was giving him some other guy’s leftovers. like that man had gotten her all hot and bothered and max just happened to be there. what little logic was left in him knew that this was perfectly plausible, but that didn’t mean that he needed the reminder. would it be so hard to allow him to believe that this was all for him?

rowan on the other hand was thriving in max’s frustration. his touch became more rough, just a bit less careful and that was the salt and pepper of whatever what they were doing was. he scratched her back and she groaned into his mouth in appreciation, resuming her endeavour of undressing him, struggling but succeeding to take off his shirt. she broke their kiss and started working on her next task, his pants, while her mouth got busy on those biceps she’d only dreamt of touching, now finally nibbling and biting and licking at the salty skin.

as soon as the girl’s hands managed to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants, she reached over his boxers and grabbed his balls. max sucked in a breath and his head was thrown back. god, his neck looked delicious like that, but she couldn’t reach him. so instead, rowan focused on his arms and chest while her hands were getting familiar with his dick, its length and girth, preparing and fantasising about how it would feel in her mouth and in her cunt. feeling she’d teased him enough, she reached through his boxers and finally got a good understanding of what would follow; suddenly her hands felt so small and she stopped in shock.

max reached down and lifted her chin up with just a finger, eyes darkened and keenly focused into hers.

“you alright?”

“i don’t know if i will be with that inside of me.”

“one way to find out.” he gave her a smirk and in a swift movement, rowan’s back went from against the wall to against the mattress.

surprised and turned on beyond recognition, she couldn’t wait for max to get on top of her, drag her nails over every square inch of skin she could and feel him inside her. her thoughts started becoming reality, as max did get on top of her and she did have a chance to run her fingertips all over his back, shoulders and arms while their lips were too busy clashing against the other’s.

max’s hands were working on keeping him from collapsing on top of her and also removing his underwear and then also removing hers. it was a tricky endeavour but a successful one. as soon as rowan realised that she was so close to getting what she so desperately needed she clung onto him for dear life, hoping that it would be enough to keep him in place and finally give him no choice but get inside her. she should have known better, as max escaped with one quick and elusive manoeuvre and got himself exactly where he needed to be: face mere centimeters from her dripping cunt, juices overflowing. he couldn’t help himself, he reached out and licked the drop that was on the verge of staining his sheets. she tasted so sweet, he could consider eating her pussy as a cheat meal. there was no desert he could ever want more.

tentatively, he gave her another lick, one she was sure to feel and he heard her suck in a breath and her hips bucked. max took the opportunity and grabbed her ass, holding her in place.

“if i let go, will you stay like that?” his voice was soft and his breath was hitting her folds, a firm reminder of how close he still was.

rowan could only whimper a weak yes as an answer and as soon as max let go of her ass, she did her best to stay in place.

her efforts were greatly rewarded. not only max’s tongue kept on licking and exploring and flicking at all the right spots, but his fingers joined in as well. with one hand he was propping himself up, while the other was following his lips and soon -but not soon enough- he had his fingers inside her again, pumping, curling and rubbing in a unique tempo that made rowan’s legs shake. but she still wouldn’t dare move. not when she was so close. all he had to do was keep doing whatever he was doing and she’d be coming undone right then and there, from him, for him.

his name and a curse escaped from her lips in a shaky, guttural voice and her body was beyond her control, yearning for more contact, friction, feeling as she came, knees propped up and buckling, fingers lost in his hair, pulling him close, hips moving frantically until she’d had enough and finally, spent, she collapsed on the soft sheets.

after catching her breath for a moment or two, rowan erupted into laughter. she didn’t know why, there was nothing funny about any of what had just happened. but she couldn’t read too much into it, not when her brain was nearly shut off, fuzzy and hazy.

max met her glazed eyes and kept eye contact as he softly and slowly kept on what he was doing, licking and moving his fingers just enough for rowan to come down off her high gently, gradually, giggles still escaping her.

“do you think you have another one of those for me?” he asked, soft, hopeful, barely keeping it together from attacking her with everything he had.

“oh god no. i think i’m good for the entire month.”

“we’ll see about that.”

and with that, he left his place from between her legs and got next to her, eager to have her taste herself from his lips. rowan returned the kiss and found herself moaning again into max’s mouth, and that was all the indication he needed. one hand reached down to cup her breast, fingers running circles around her nipple, building up the anticipation for when he’d actually touch it, but just barely. rowan’s body responded by arching her back against his hand, showing him she needed more after all.

after feeling like she’d regained enough strength, rowan thought she’d ought to return the favour, and broke the kiss to get herself on top of him once again. she sat on his crotch, making sure he could feel her wetness as her fingers caressed his arms, shoulders, chest and drove down lower, reaching his abdomen and moving to his thighs. nails dragged across the skin and her hips rolled just a little bit, and max’s breath stilled.

with slow and what she could only pray were seductive moves, she replaced her fingers with her lips, kissing her way down his body until she reached his cock, ready to explore and play. she took it in her hands and ran her tongue over the tip, making sure to apply just enough pressure. she’d tease him a bit more, but her eagerness got the most out of her and quickly found herself sucking on that very tip and getting more and more of him into her mouth, testing the limits of her gag reflex.

once she found a comfortable tempo for her mouth, her hands started roaming again, over his thighs, what of his cock was left out of her mouth and to max’s surprise, his balls. she let saliva drip down his length and the sensation of that along with her fingers in sync with her lips was driving him insane. there was no way to tell the passing of time; the only measure he had was his pleasure building up and up and up as rowan tried different things and sped up as soon as she got used to what she had to do, leading max along to a climax of his own.

if it were anyone else, he’d probably try to hold it back, tell her to stop, but the wet sounds and soft vibrations of the moans of her mouth, her expert hands, the thought of his cum hitting the back of her throat was too much to not give in to. besides, there were so many other things he needed to do with rowan that night. once wouldn’t be enough. and with a final stroke, max started coming, fingers quickly wrapped around her hair, keeping her down as he felt his cum hit the back of her throat exactly like he’d imagined. only better. rowan gagged and moaned but she made no effort be released from his grip; to the contrary, she tried to fit even more of him in her mouth, lips tightly wrapped around him while her tongue worked to get a taste of it all.

once she was sure that she’d gotten it all, rowan raised her body to stand on her knees and with a triumphant smile she made a show of swallowing with an audible gulp and licking her lips.

“fuck you’re amazing.”

“yeah, i’ve been told before.” a smug smile hung from her lips and there was another twinge of jealousy from max. it was unreasonable for him to believe that rowan had ever been like that only for him. it was unreasonable for him to want her to be like that only for him. in spite of knowing all that, he couldn’t help himself.

darkened blue eyes met hers and rowan shivered, unsure of what had caused that or what would follow.

“so… that was fun.” she said awkwardly and got up to try and gather her articles of clothing that had been discarded somewhere in the room, but she was stopped by max keeping her in place as he grabbed her wrist.

“who told you that was it? you’re free to take a break if you want, but i’m nowhere near done with you.”

almost instinctively, rowan looked down and saw that max was hard again. or still? and his words did have her intrigued. she’d be lying if she hadn’t spent quite a few nights wondering how max verstappen would fuck. was she really about to walk away from an opportunity to find out? her consent was a nod as her eyes glossed with flash images of what it would be like. but no fantasy could ever prepare her for what was to come.

max got up and whatever was left of her mind in the present and not lost in indulgent scenarios admired his form.

“you ready for more?” his voice was deep and raspy, more than usual. rowan couldn’t speak, only nod again. “i’ll take that as a yes, but from here on, when i ask you a question i expect an answer. okay?”

“okay.” her reply was delayed, the word shaking on her tongue, but she mustered it nonetheless.

“good girl.” her efforts were met with praise and that only made her knees weak again. “now come here, baby.” his grip on her wrist was enough to drag her where he wanted her to be.

rowan found herself strategically positioned in front of the full length mirror, max behind her, one hand still on her wrist and the other brushed her hair off her back and on her shoulder as he placed kissed on the nape of her neck that made her hair stand straight.

honestly, he wasn’t over the thought of her hair falling on her back again as he thrusted inside her, and this was turning to be as close to that fantasy as he could get. sure, railing rowan on the rails was still a fantastic idea, but it had been polluted by a need to make sure that she was his and he was hers. even for just the night.

“now, i’ll need you to keep your eyes on the mirror and your hands on the frame.” slowly, he guided her hands to close around the wooden frame.

max leaned in and his body was against hers, cock firmly pressing against her ass. reluctantly, his hands left hers and travelled down her body. one stood on her waist, one of his favourite spots, and the other dipped even lower, checking her wetness. as he did so, his eyes were focused on the mirror, keen to see rowan’s reaction. she closed her eyes and bit her lip as she let out a small moan; perfect.

“eyes on us, baby.” came his next instructions as he removed his fingers from her cunt, sure that she was ready for more. “i need to know that you’re watching this, that you know it’s me making you feel like that.”

rowan opened her eyes but rolled them at his words. “you talk big, ver-” he cut her mid sentence, but didn’t bother with words. instead, his reply was a decisive thrust into her. that’s not how he’d envisioned it, but it didn’t matter. it felt like heaven, so wet and tight and perfect. and it also shut her up.

with one hand still on her waist, his other snaked around her and after making the briefest of stops on her nipples, he laced his fingers around her throat, propping her head up. her eyes were wide with surprise and her mouth was agape in pleasure and she had front row seats to the show.

rowan had given up on controlling the sounds that came out of her mouth a long time ago. the substances and lust running through her bloodstream had rendered that almost impossible. and seeing herself in such a state, lips parted, eyes dark and wide, body exposed and wanted, made things even harder. it felt as if she was on autopilot, like an out of body experience, except she could feel every little thing. and there was no saving her from wanting more.

“max…” she pleaded.

“yes baby?” fuck, how she loved hearing him call her that. and it showed, as her cunt clenched around his cock. but max wasn’t doing her any favours, keeping very still despite her best efforts to get him to move inside her.

“more.” she couldn’t muster more than one syllable at a time and that was okay.

that was all the encouragement the man behind her needed, as he didn’t waste any more time, sinking deeper and deeper into her with each thrust, building up speed. rowan met him halfway, thrusting back into him, her back arched and as they went harder, her hair fell onto her back and her breaths came out exclusively in moans and sighs that sounded like his name.

his eyes roamed, from her back, her ass to her reflection, her tits as they bounced beautifully in perfect sync, her neck which was covered by his fingers, her face as her mouth was in the perfect oh shape and her eyes struggled to stay open, as per his instructions. she was being so good and max was finally almost convinced that it was indeed for him. all he needed now was to hear her say it.

without missing a beat, he spoke. “are you this wet for me?”

“yes.”

“do you want to come?” he went just a bit harder on purpose and rowan’s pussy clenching around him again was answer enough. but she spoke when spoken to. again as instructed.

“fuck… yes!”

“fuck baby, you’re so good for me.”

“for you…” she replied in a mindless haze, voice barely audible and hoarse but her vocal chords got busier as she came again, with max relentlessly pounding into her.

feeling her tremble and shake beneath him, muscles spasming around him, max let go of rowan’s waist and instead grabbed a handful of her hair, allowing her more freedom to experience her climax, while he shamelessly enjoyed how it felt with him inside her.

his grip around her neck tightened and he used his hold on her hair to tilt her hair back, ensure that his next words would be heard. “touch yourself.”

“i- i can’t, it’s too much.” rowan tried to explain, but it was in vain.

“it’s okay, we can start slow.” but he didn’t slow down. not one bit. it was almost impressive how he could talk to her and fuck her as hard at the same time.

rowan couldn’t waste more energy to speaking, or arguing for that matter. and the prospect of at least trying to touch herself did sound exciting. determined to give max a show, she put a finger in her mouth, sucking as she did on his cock not too long ago, eyes focused on the reflection of his face. a string of saliva left her mouth along with her finger, which she used to caress her nipple. she didn’t know when or how, but soon, her entire hand was clasped around her breast, rolling the nipple between her fingers, enjoying the jolts of pleasure it sent down her body and into her core as max’s cock was reaching all the right places.

she spent a few moments like that, and as soon as she got used to the sensations overflowing her body, her other hand left the mirror’s frame as well, hoping that max’s hold on her neck and hair would be enough to keep her from falling; her legs had given up a while ago. her free hand didn’t stay free for long, reaching down to rub her folds, feel the wetness he’d created and even reached to feel the girth of his dick, earning her a sharp, surprised inhale. she played like that for a while, but then, in spite of any previous experience, rowan felt the need to come again. her fingers found her clit and started rubbing in familiar, well rehearsed motions in a way only she knew how to.

max was watching intently, as rowan’s every move fueled him further, which he didn’t consider possible. not only had she overcome her initial objections, but she was well way into coming for a third time. she had indeed started slow and worked her way on her body slowly, but confidently. and when she started rubbing her cunt, words began spilling from her mouth, incoherent words, but max was the one to make sense of them.

she was calling out his name, she was telling him that she was so close, that he’d gotten her so close, that she needed him. all that between moans and cries and convulsions of her body. like a new language only made for them.

and once the words were over and all that was left were beautiful sounds, it was max’s turn to tell her how fucking good she felt, how she had him wrapped around her finger, how damn good she looked when she had his cock inside her, how pretty it sounded when she was saying his name, and what a good girl his baby had been for him. it appeared that the last one was what sent rowan over the edge as she cried his name, and did her best to ride out her orgasm without convulsing out of max’s grip.

hearing how his name rolled out of her tongue as she came on his cock was all it took for max to reach a climax of his own, his hand finally releasing her neck and wrapping around her stomach, keeping her close as he thrust into her for those final few times, needing the proximity.

allowing a few moments to pass, rowan took a small step forward, and the emptiness she felt as max’s cock slid out of her was not welcome. but they couldn’t stay like that forever, and she needed to kiss him. as her tongue slid into his mouth, she felt his cum drip on the inside of her thighs and smiled against his lips. his arms wrapped around her body and softly he pulled away, his forehead touching hers, lips only a breath apart.

“was this because we’re high?”

“no, max.” she scoffed and laughed. “it’s because you’re hot. and you can consider it a thank you for your hospitality.”

“i’m still thinking of suing you for breaking and entering.”

“of course you are. now was this because we’re high?” she repeated his question back to him.

“no, rowan.” max mimicked her reply perfectly. “it’s because you’re hot. and a fucking tease. and because i couldn’t stand watching you grind against a random guy.”

“oh so that’s what got you so possessive. interesting.”

“considering of using it against me in the future?”

“was this not a one time thing?”

“of course it was. unless you don’t want it to be.”

and with those words echoing in her mind, rowan made her way into the shower, with max following suit. they washed themselves and each other, with gentle, caring and slow motions that were only fit for a couple as spent and still considerably intoxicated, as they were. the only thing breaking the silence was the water that was running.

once they got out of the shower, neither of them cared about clothes. what they cared about was sleep, and rowan took a step towards the living room, headed for the couch that almost had her body’s print on its pillows. but without uttering a single word, max lead her to the bedroom instead without thinking twice about it.

content from those moments of intimacy, max slept better than he had in a long time. but when he slept through his alarms the next morning, and woke up with the sun shining right through his window and hitting his face, rowan was not in his arms or by his side. he came to realise that she wasn’t in the house at all. neither her nor any trace of her ever being there, except for her smell on his sheets.

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you can find part 2 here if it strikes your fancy <3

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