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f1goat · 1 year

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The sister + Lando Norris - part two

In which your the little sister of Max Verstappen and you meet Lando Norris, who quickly turns in to one of your best friends. But there's a thin line between friends & lovers.

part one

A small hour later you’re more than ready for your date - or meet up?, with Lando. You’re still pretty nervous about it. There are multiple dresses laying around in your room, together with different clothing items you tried on. You knew before, getting a shower and doing your make up wasn’t the most time consuming thing. It’s all about the right outfit. Something you’ve never struggled this much with. You don’t even know why you want to impress Lando this much, you only spoke to him for a couple minutes.

Eventually you picked out a nice dress to wear. That seems like something that’s normal to wear for a dinner date. Right? The dress you’re wearing is quite simple, but it’s one of the dresses you feel confident in. That’s something you can use this evening, a bit of confidence. It’s a typical little black dress. The dress fits you tight, meaning you can show off a bit of your body. The long sleeves are puffy and see through, you only hope they’re not unhandy for dinner. But you feel good in the dress. You quickly put on your jewelry before leaving your hotel room. Lando and you agreed on meeting each other in the lobby. You hope you’re not the first one to arrive, you don’t like the awkward waiting thing.

At the mean time, Lando is already standing ready in the lobby. Waiting till you show up. He’s excited about tonight. Before he had the time to get ready he had a pretty nasty debrief with his team. He didn’t tell them why he didn’t pass Max, they would get pretty mad if they knew it was for a date with someone he just met. His boss was pretty disappointed in him, causing Lando his mood to be a bit bad. He gets it. There was more to achieve this race. But he has been waiting for so long for a competitive car to win a race with, what’s one race more? He told his team that he didn’t want to risk his podium place so late in the race. They believed him, thank god.

Lando is checking the time on his phone, if you’re on time it’s time for you to show up any moment now. It’s causing him to be a bit nervous. He puts his phone back in the pocket of his pantaloon. It’s not common for him to dress up like this. The pantaloon and blouse he’s wearing are a bit out of his normal style. But when he send Max an outfit picture, Max told him it was a good look for a date. He also asked Max for a recommendation to take you to. He’s not really familiar in Holland. Max told him a nice restaurant he went with you before, so Lando made a reservation over there.

You walk out of the elevator, quickly looking around at the lobby. Is Lando already here? You walk a bit further, spotting Lando close by the door. The first thing you notice is how good he looks. You can’t deny you didn’t stalk him a bit on Instagram on your way from the circuit to the hotel. On Instagram he’s wearing hoodies or his team wear, so you’re pretty surprised to see him in formal clothes for tonight. You start to doubt your own clothing choice, is it formal enough?

In the mean time Lando notices you as well. He almost gasps. You look beautiful. He can’t help himself to check you out. The way your dress is fitting tight around your curves is making him feel all kind of things. He waits for you to come closer to him, smiling at you while waiting. Quickly you are standing in front of him, the both of you are feeling pretty nervous.

“You look beautiful Y/N,” Lando tells you.

You smile at his kind words, “That’s really sweet of you. You also look good.”

“Really? It’s not really my style,” he replies with a small grin.

Before you think about it, you already expose your stalk session from earlier today. “I’m kinda surprised you’re not wearing a hoodie,” you tell him, “but I also like this look on you.”

Lando thanks you again, not saying anything about the hoodie part. You feel your cheeks heat up, that was pretty stupid. Did he realize you stalked him? You surely hope not. Lando tells you that his rented car is outside, taking you with him to it.

“This can’t be a coincidence,” you tell Lando when the two of you are standing in front of the restaurant, “you have asked Max for a restaurant, right?” The restaurant you’re standing in front of is one of your absolute favorites. You can’t believe Lando took you to Amsterdam to one of your favorite restaurants.

“I did, I figured it would be better to ask him than to take a pick on a random restaurant,” Lando tells you. He’s glad Max told him about this place. If he looks at your smile, this must be a pretty good place.

“Did you make reservations?” You ask Lando, he nods. You’re glad he did. Normally the restaurant is fully booked, certainly for dinner on the same day. Maybe they heard Lando his name and figured it was good for business? If you try to make a reservation for the same day, you don’t succeed.

Lando takes you with him inside the restaurant. He notices quickly why you like the place. It’s one of those Instagram perfect places. The decor of the restaurant is probably taken off a Pinterest board. There are multiple neon signs, one about cocktails and another one about how good food means a good mood. The tables are set up nicely. There is a cozy vibe hanging around, mainly because of the huge amount of candles.

Before you realize it Lando is already talking to one of the waiters, together you walk towards a free table. The waiter asks you both what you want to drink, you quickly ask for your favorite cocktail. Lando goes for a simple soda.

“I love this place,” you tell Lando enthusiastic, “it’s so beautiful and they have the best food and cocktails.”

“I’m glad you like it,” Lando tells you with a smile. You smile back at him. The both of you look at the menu, it’s for you quite simple since you’re always ordering the same. So you quickly put the menu away again.

“What do recommend?” Lando asks you. “I always go for the onion soup as entree, but the nacho’s here are great as well. They’re quite much for one person, but it’s really good. And for my main I normally go for a ribeye,” you tell Lando.

“Maybe we can share the nachos?” He asks you, “That would be nice,” you reply.

Time is passing away quickly. Lando and you are telling each other all about yourself. You feel comfortable sharing things with Lando. The talks are good, he’s a great listener and knows what to respond. On the other hand, he’s also sharing multiple things with you. Everything he tells you amazes you in some kind of way. The two of you are talking about Lando his formula one life. He’s telling you everything about the thrill of racing, but also about the negative effects it sometimes has. It feels nice to have deep conversations with Lando.

“I don’t want to sound ungrateful, but sometimes I wished things are a little bit easier,” Lando tells you after a short silence. “I mean, with the growing calendar of formula one I’m spending more time on the road than at home. I miss my family and friends.”

“I get it,” you reply, “Last year was extremely hard for me, I barely saw Max. He only had time for training, traveling and racing.. and now there are even more races.”

“Why didn’t you visit him at races before?” Lando asks you.

You start to doubt for a bit. It feels personal to tell Lando about what happened, but on the other hand he just shared a lot of personal stuff with him. It can be nice to get some things off your chest. You feel comfortable with Lando, so why not share it with him?

“I did,” you start slowly, “I’m twenty-one now, but when I was sixteen to eighteen I went to a lot of races. It wasn’t the best decision for me then, I got a lot of attention.. At one point there were multiple articles about me dating with a driver, which I never did. The articles caused a whole fanbase to hate me. It was a weird time, my socials were full with hate messages. I didn’t react well to that, I got really unsure and wasn’t in the best place with my mental health. So after a while I decided to leave the paddock life for a while, purely focussing on myself.”

“Why did you decide to come back?” Lando asks you.

“I missed it,” you laugh, “and I also missed Max. But I’ve always liked going to races.”

“But do you think it’s the right timing now to come back?”

“I don’t think there will ever be a right timing,” you tell Lando, “but many reporters have forgotten me in the mean while, so it will be calm at first. I’ll see how it goes, but mentally I’ve grown a lot. So I think it will be fine.”

You and Lando keep talking for the rest of the evening. You almost feel sad when you’re back in his rental car, almost back at the hotel. It has been such a nice evening with him. It feels like you and Lando match at a certain level. The conversations between the two of you were all around, laughing with each other about dumb things but also making conversation about the topics you - or Lando, struggle with. You look at Lando, noticing his focused gaze on the road. He looks good. It’s almost unfair how attractive you find him. After a few more minutes the two of you are back at the hotel, together you walk back inside.

Together you are standing in the elevator, Lando insisted on bringing you back all the way to your room. It’s a bit awkward. You want to tell Lando that you want to do this again sometime, but you can’t seem to find the words.

Lando is in exactly the same situation. His mind is full of sentences he can maybe say, but none of them sounds good. He wants to tell you that he loved spending his evening with you, that he would like to do it again soon. He also wants to kiss you. Is that weird? Is it too soon to do something like that? Lando keeps doubting, not even noticing that the both of you are already standing in front of your hotel door.

“This was nice,” you tell Lando, feeling a bit flustered while doing so.

“I agree,” Lando quickly says, “let’s do this again soon.”

You nod, “I’d like that.”

It falls quiet for a bit. You don’t know what to say or what to do. Awkward. Lando is also pretty quiet. Making things even more awkward.

“I’ll get in my room,” you say to Lando, “you must be pretty exhausted after such a long day.”

“Uh, yeah,” Lando quickly replies. It seems like you have shaken him out of his thoughts. You kindly smile at Lando while opening the hotel room door.

“I’ll see you later,” Lando tells you, “Yes! Maybe Wednesday, Max and I will then arrive at Hungary,” you reply.

“Okay, I’ll text you later.”

You nod. Lando turns around, so you do as well. Getting back in the hotel room. You’re a bit bumped out because of the awkward goodbye. Max is already waiting on you apparently, watching you full curiousness. You greet him, quickly telling him everything about your evening with Lando. Also telling him about the awkward goodbye.

“I guess it’s friendly right?” You ask Max, “I mean otherwise he would have probably tried something?”

“I don’t know,” Max tells you, “Lando is pretty awkward with girls.”

a/n; parts will get longer later on, first we need to settle a bit of a friendly base :))

part three

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formulaxdia · 7 months

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CUTE OF THE DAY 🫶🏻

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myheartwillzhouon · 11 days

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landonorris BOOYA. P3. Good start to the weekend :)

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pizza-portal · 2 years

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Publicity Stunt- Max Verstappen

Summary: Max Verstappen. Formula 1 driver for Redbull Racing and 2021 World Champion (though it’s controversial). Maisie Kozlov. Russian model for Dior and the entire world’s eye candy. They have the fame, the money, the careers. What more could they possibly need?… a publicity stunt to make them more famous, obviously.

Chapter 4

How many gossip news sources are there? Well, I actually couldn’t tell you. But, I can tell you that each and every one of them were talking about Max Verstappen and Maisie Kozlov and their relationship announcement. Everyone wouldn’t shut up about it.

Maisie stared down at her phone, seeing more and more comments pop up about it. The photo of her and Max had more likes than she could possibly fathom and more F1 fan pages had started to follow her too. Every second, her phone buzzed with notifications from other social medias, and every second, her heart rate quickened. Sure, there was always a spotlight on her, but not to the degree that is was at that moment.

Finally, her phone buzzed with a call from Max. She breathed out, answering the call and putting the phone to her ear. “Yes?” she answered, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

“Hey, how busy are you this week?” Maisie liked how forward Max was. He never avoided any questions he had or beat around the bush. Whatever he had to say, he would say it. And, she admired that. It was a nice contrast to her shy and hesitant nature.

“Uh, well, I have a shoot later in the week. I have to finish up a project. My fridge is empty so-”

“Does that mean it’s a bad time to ask you if I can visit France for the week?” Maisie went silent, quite shocked to say the least.

“Yes… I mean no! Yes. Yes, come,” the words tumbled from her lips and she felt so silly for how quickly fell out. It had only been a couple days since she’d seen him, and she already missed her new found friend.

“Alright,” Max chuckled. “Well, I leave tomorrow.”

Having spent the morning cleaning her flat, Maisie was (obviously) late to picking up Max at the train station. She had dressed in a black mini skirt and oversized gray sweater with a pair of Steve Madden’s. When she had finally parked, she saw Max sitting on a bench, looking down at his phone. She smiled brightly, getting out of the car to greet him.

“котик!” she called to him. His head shot up after hearing the familiar pet name. He smiled upon seeing her, standing up.

“Hey!” he smiled. He wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her. Maisie’s heartbeat quickened, but she swore it was just the excitement in seeing her friend.

“I’m sorry. I’m like thirty minutes late. I just-”

“I got here a couple minutes ago,” Max cut her off. Maisie looked up at him shocked. Was the train late? Did something happen? Confusion was written all over her face her wide eyes and lips agape. “I know you’re late a lot, so I told you an earlier time, so you could be late to that, but on time for the actual time.” While Max spoke, confusion started to wash over his face while he explained his logic. But, Maisie just started smiling realizing that he was picking up on her little habits.

“You’ve grown soft for me, котик?” she teased him. Max’s lips pressed into a tight line while looking down at her and his jaw became stiff.

“May I?” he quickly changed the subject, gesturing between his bag and the car. Maisie nodded, helping by opening the boot of the car while Max loaded his luggage in.

Upon entering Maisie’s flat, Max set his suitcase in the corner next to the coat rack where Maisie dropped her jacket on the hook. “Do you want water or anything?” Maisie asked while finding her way to the kitchen. Max looked over her flat, taking in the art pieces and furniture. There were painting of plants and flowers while there were a couple drawn fashion collections framed here and there.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” he called after her. He walked into the kitchen while she made him a glass of water. “How have you been?”

Maisie giggled while handing him the glass. She leaned her hip against the counter saying, “You say that like you haven’t seen me in a couple days,”. Max takes a sip of water.

“Just making sure the world didn’t end in those days,” he told her quietly. Maisie tried to hide her smile while his blue eyes scanned over her face. The small France granted them very little space in the kitchen, making them feel much closer.

“The world is still intact,” she responded. He sighed, just giving her a close lip smile. Her body felt weird in that moment, but it was probably just the weather outside or something. It had nothing to do with Max. “When’s your next race?”

As if Max snapped out of something, he opened his mouth, sighing loudly and looking down at his glass of water. “Next week,” he spoke. “Italy.”

“How are you feeling?” Maisie asked. “After the last race,”

“Confident,” Max spoke, looking away. Maisie took in his features, confused.

“You don’t sound confident,” she spoke softly. He glanced at her. His hand ran over his face while all his features displayed visible stress. “Come on, let’s sit down.” While she guided him to the dark green, velvet couch, she set out a coaster for him to put his water on before sitting down. He sat down next to her. He sighed. Maisie simply patiently waited for him to explain. He was not on her time, and she wasn’t in his. It was whenever he wanted to speak.

“I won,” he starts. His hands nervously bumped into each other and twiddled around. He took another deep breath, and Maisie heard the hesitant shake underneath the air. “I won what I was supposed to do and what everyone wanted me to. I did what I have spent my life working towards. I wasted my childhood to win this.” Maisie could sense the difficulty in saying that last sentence. She wanted to reach out, to console him in some way but she didn’t know how close of friends they were. So, she kept her hands in her lap. “And this season, everyone is expecting me to do it again. And, shit mate,” he chuckled nervously. “It hard. It’s a lot of pressure.”

“I hear you,” Maisie whispered.

“Yeah,” Max rubbed the palm of his hands again the denim of his jeans, trying to rid them of the nervous sweat pooled there. “Gosh, you should just hear how pissed my dad is all the time.” He laughed nervously. “Je bent een slechte chauffeur. Hoe gaat het mijn zoon?” Maisie didn’t know what it meant but it sounded harsh. Her body reacted before she could really stop herself. Her hand was placed on top of his and he looked up at her.

“I’m sorry, Max,” she whispered. She squeezed his hand. “You are a very talented driver. And, if you’ve done it once, you can do it again. I believe in you.” He swallowed. Maisie thought of way to help him. She smiled as an idea popped into her head. “I have an idea to help you.”

The next morning, Maisie and Max stood with multiple couples in a dark lit room with some affirmations and vibrations being sounded through a speaker. “Couples yoga?” Max whispered, glancing around.

“Well, this was the earliest session I could get,” Maisie responded, adjusting her sports bra. “There’s no such thing as friends yoga, especially in France… And it’ll be fun. I de-stress like this all time.” Max opened his mouth to speak but the instructor started speaking.

“Bonjour les amoureux!” she spoke softly. “Bienvenue au yoga en couple. Commençons par nous rapprocher de votre partenaire.”

“We have to stand close together,” Maisie whispered, translating for Max. They stood close to each other with their chest facing each other. There was about ten inches between them.

“Laisse ton cœur, rassemblez-vous tous les deux,” the instructor spoke pushing Maisie and Max closer together chest to chest. Maisie swallowed, slightly regretting getting the session. They stood with their chests slightly grazing each other. Well, Maisie’s chest grazed Max’s torso. “Prendre des respirations profondes.”

“Take deep breaths,” Maisie translated before closing her eyes and breathing in deep. She took in Max’s scent. The masculine, woody scent infiltrated her senses once again. Her heart beat sped up just by his torso pushing against her chest. She looked up at him already finding him looking down at her. “Embrassez-vous les uns les autres” Max’s arms moved first, just hearing the word ‘embrace’. His arms moved around her waist while his fingers gently pressed against her spine. Maisie couldn’t even think clearly. In fact, the instructor had to move her arms around Max’s elbows in order for her to embrace him.

“Is this okay?” Max whispered. Maisie nodded, scared her voice would shake if she spoke. Maisie took a deep breath, letting her fingertips feel his skin and each fine hair on his arm. She felt a thin vein in his arms and let her fingers travel up until her fingers met his bicep. The tense muscle screamed of stress from under the skin.

“Relax, Max,” she whispered to him. She heard him breath out while the muscle under her fingers loosened. While the instructor spoke, Maisie followed while Max copied her movements. They took a step back from each other, and Maisie suddenly felt cold and vulnerable without Max being so close to her. She wanted to recoil into her own body to avoid how open it was around her.

While following the instructor’s instructions, Maisie reached out to Max and he did the same, trying to not to laugh. They adjusted themselves until their hands were flat against each other. “Lean towards me,” she whispered to him.

“Maisie, I don’t know-”

“Just do it,” she whispered, getting stressed that they were the only couple not doing it. He bent his arms leaning onto her. Maisie regretted her decision immediately. Her arms buckled, and Max pathetically fell into her body. Luckily, he had caught himself in time, but his head rested on her shoulder while his arms were wrapped low around her waist. Maisie tried not to laugh while holding him around his shoulders. While earning dirty looks from the instructor and other couples, Maisie giggled out a simple “Je suis désolé” before pushing Max up and helping him get into the next position.

The short elevator ride up to Maisie’s flat was silent at first, until Max asked, “Do you always do yoga?” Maisie had been on her phone, starting to take pictures of herself in the reflection on the elevator wall.

“Yeah, I found it as a good way to de-stress after I moved,” she explained. Max nodded, glancing to see how close they were to her floor. He looked back down at her, adjusting the camera or her face to grab a good picture.

He reached out pinching the apple of her cheek before smiling. “Beertje,” he cooed while the doors opened. She slapped his hand away with a smile.

“What does that mean?” she asked while walking toward her door.

“Little bear,” he responded. She looked at him weirdly, while unlocking her door. “Because you’re Russian, and they have bears there.”

“That is horribly stereotypical, Max,” they walked in, setting their stuff aside.

“You’ve never seen a bear?”

“Of course, I’ve seen a bear,” Maisie’s eyes rolled while she sat down on the couch. Max sat next to her, taking a deep breath. There was a moment of silence.

“Was the transition rough?” Max asked her. Maisie looked at him with her eyebrows strung in confusion. “Moving here from Russia?”

“I mean, yeah,” Maisie swallowed hard, her body tensing up with the idea of her life in Russia. “It was tough because I moved from somewhere where I pretty much had nothing to somewhere else where I had nothing.” Maisie played with the hem of her shirt. “It was hard to get on my feet when I didn’t have shoes in the first place.” She finally looked at Max.

“Would you ever move back?” he asked. She shook her head.

“There’s nothing for me back there,” He scanned between her eyes while she spoke. “You know, when I struggled with something, my mom used to tell me иммунная система растет с болезнью. The immune system strengthen with illness.”

“Okay,” Max smiled, not understanding her.

“I think you’re driving has a bit of cough right now,” she explained. “But, you’ve dealt with a cough once and your body know how to respond.” She leaned into him. “This pressure is just a runny nose. You’ve been world champion once and you can do it again.”

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electricgoldtendercare · 2 years

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YACHT CLUB || C.L.

||hi everyone! I got inspired to write a little blurb about Charles Leclerc and meeting his friends for the first time so I wanted to post it here! I don’t own any characters but this is all my writing. Let me know what you think, any feedback is wanted! Forgive my formatting, i’m on mobile! ||

When Charles had asked you to come meet all of his friends you had been excited, happy that it was finally happening but as it got closer and closer you were nervous. The nerves were only made worse when you found out you’d all be on a yacht in the Mediterranean. Of course you knew the racers by their fame but you had yet to meet them. You had been to races but only really stayed in the Ferrari paddock, meaning your connection extended to Carlos and the Ferrari team.

You and Charles had been dating since the end of 2021 and despite both wanting you to meet his friends earlier, as soon as the 2022 season started he was focused on nothing else. You were with him to go through the highs and the heartbreaks of the first half of the season and without much break, it ended up being just the two of you.

As nervous as you were, you were even more excited. Charles had told you so many stories about everyone and it just made it all the more exciting to meet them. The love Charles showed for them made you want this night to go perfect, so if you took a little more time getting ready no one could blame you. You went through a few swimsuits before finding the perfect one. Matching with Charles, you wore a pink bikini with splashes of red and blue on them and opted for a lacy white coverup. Charles had seemed wary of it, fingertips tracing up and down your arms and biting at his lip. The way his eyebrows furrowed just made you giggle and with just a few kisses and your fingers twirling the hair at the back of his neck he was back to normal.

Arriving to the yacht you felt the nerves creeping up, wrapping your hands around Charles’ arm and not letting him get too far ahead of you. You and Charles had learned ways to comfort each other early on. Wether it was a sad night or a difficult race, you always seemed to know what to do to help out. In this case he slipped his arm around your waist and kissed the top of your head “It will all be okay, mon bebe. They will adore you.” Immediately you felt more relaxed and ready for the night.

Stepping in you heard voices up ahead and put on a smile as you both turned the corner to see the group of drivers sitting together. Instead of it being awkward like you had expected, the room erupted into cheers and whistles for the two of you. Each driver got up to introduce themselves to you, mostly with hugs but the occasional man (Danny & Pierre) would kiss each of your cheeks, causing Charles’ arm to tighten ever so slightly around your waist.

Once things were settled and drinks were handed out, you sat close to Charles on the couch with Lando on your other side. “So y/n, I can see why Charles has been hiding you away, keeping

you all to himself.” Daniel jokes and you laugh a little, glancing towards Charles. “Well now that i’ve met you all, he’ll have a hard time keeping me away.” You joke back, causing a small amount of cheers from the drivers. You feel Charles’ hand slipping underneath the cover up, finding your hip to rub slowly and pull you back into his chest.

After catching up and talking for a while, Lando suggested that everyone goes for a swim before the sun starts to set. You hop up and pull Charles along behind you. You pull your cover up off and notice that your boyfriend was basically standing guard, keeping you hidden from the other drivers. You giggle and wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing a kiss to his neck. “You know i’m here with you, right?” You tease and he grumbles something in french under his breath. Having been fairly isolated for most of your relationship you never saw the cute ways Charles got jealous over you until now. Figuring he just needed to cool off you brought him down to the ledge and made him jump into the water with you. You noticed a difference immediately and within minutes you were all splashing each other and playing around.

After nearly an hour, you were all climbing back into the yacht, talking about playing some games and drinking some wine. You were about to join them on the couch when you felt your boyfriend pull you away. Confused, you ignored the whistles from the guys and followed him with furrowed brows. Once arriving to the bow of the ship you noticed an area decorated with candles, blankets, and a bucket of different kinds of champagne. It didn’t hit you that Charles had set this up until you glanced over to him and he had a small smile on his face, waiting for your reaction. Your face broke into a huge grin and you nearly jumped into your boyfriend’s arms, shaking her head. “You did not set this up all for me, did you?” you ask, to which he replied “Of course I did, mon amour. Just for you.” He smiled, pulling you into a kiss before carrying you over to the area and sitting you down.

Champagne was opened and the two of you cheered to how well the night had been going so far. “The view is pretty but you’re even prettier.” Charles whispered, causing you to laugh loudly and shake your head. “You are so corny.” You joke, climbing to straddle his lap. The sunset had been completely forgotten as you felt his arms wrap around your waist and yours threaded into his hair. Your lips melted together into a kiss, getting more and more heated. Large hands had just started sliding up to start undoing your bikini top when you both were jolted apart by a whistle. Thanking god that your back was turned, you watched Charles pull a blanket up over the two of you as Pierre yelled down “hey love birds, we’re about to start charades and we need the two of you to stop making out and come up.”

Your cheeks went pink and you hid your face in your boyfriend’s neck, giggling softly to yourself as you felt his body shake against you as he chuckled. You pull off your swimsuit cover and reach over for his shirt, sliding it on with a smirk. You gave him a few more kisses before standing up to go back to the group. You both went reluctantly and settled down on the couch.

“No! You guys can’t be a team, you’ll cheat!” Lando says and before you or Charles could fight it Daniel spoke up “I call y/n! Come be on my team.” He smiles and despite Charles tensing under you you climbed up, giving him a small kiss before you went over to sit next to Daniel. The rest of the group paired up and the game began.

Turns out you and Daniel made an amazing team. Somehow you just knew what he was acting out and vice versa. “Joe Montana!” You yell as the timer ends and Daniel runs over and spins you around with a laugh. You think nothing of it until you hear Lando chuckle and glance over to Charles who has a grumpy look on his face. You sit next to him, about to whisper something to him when it’s his and Lando’s turn to play. Daniel takes his place next to you and starting to tell you some story about a party where Charles’ got extremely drunk. You let out a laugh, nearly having to cover your mouth with how loud it comes out. You blush slightly but realize it had gone silent, looking over at your boyfriend.

He has the most adorable pout on his face and it nearly made you coo audibly. Lando let out an exasperated sigh when the timer runs out without Charles even getting one action in. Charles nearly stomps over to the couch and sits back, a furrow in his brow. As adorable as he looked you didn’t want to make him sit in his misery for too long. You had a few turns before you went next so you decided to climb onto his lap.

You get some over dramatic ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ but your focus was on your grumpy boyfriend. Your hands hold the sides of his face and you lean in to kiss him. You kiss his eyelids, his cheeks, his nose and then finally his lips before pulling away to see a small smile on his face. “There he is.” You whisper, hand moving down to the side of his waist to tickle him a bit. He lets out a chuckle and your job is done.

Well, it was. Until you and Daniel won the game of charades. “Maaate! We fucking killed that! I reckon we’re a better team than you and Charles, ey?” He says, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. You rolled your eyes and gave him a hug, shaking your head. The anger on your boyfriend’s face no longer cute and you felt bad. “I think it’s probably time for us to turn in.” You said, walking over to Charles and pulling him up. You slip your arms around his bare waist and lean up to kiss him before turning back to the group. “I had so much fun, it was really nice to meet you all.” You told them genuinely and went around to give quick hugs. Daniel could tell he had taken it too far so a handshake was all that was offered with a knowing look.

You take Charles’ hand and lead him away as you say goodbye to everyone. Once you’re off the yacht you slip your arm around his waist again and turn to face him. Looking up through your lashes you put on your best pouty face, biting your lip slightly. “Tu seras toujours mon partenaire de jeu préféré, mon amour.” You whisper up to him and the smile that cracks on his face at the broken french is enough to get your heart racing.

No more words were shared on your way home, just the constant feeling of Charles’ fingers brushing against any bare skin he could access. That didn’t stop on the way up to his home, barely able to keep his hands off of you to get the keys out of his pocket to let you both inside. Once you were in, you both changed and climbed into bed.

One of your favorite things about Charles was the small whines he’d let out when he wanted something but didn’t want to ask. Most days right before you both went to bed he’d tug your shirt off, or try to at least. If it worked he’d just smile proudly to himself but if it didn’t he’d let out small grunts and wines until you finally caved in. You caved in every time. Tonight wasn’t any different and you suddenly found yourself with your back pressed directly to his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you and resting on your bare stomach. “Plus de nuits de jeux s'il vous plaît.” Is all he whispered into your ear before the both of you drifted off to sleep.

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