Six Inch - [Lando Norris]

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Natalya guided Lando to the parking garage close to her apartment block, where Lando could park his car for over night (or over the nights). He drove down and searched for a spot to park his car. Next to some giggly couples who walked either out of the parking garage or in after a night out or to start their night out, the floor was calm and so were the streets when they made their way out of the exit. Lando's hand brushed down her spine before he reached for her hand, his fingers curling around hers and the affectionate movement slightly surprised her. Nevertheless, she let him and wrapped her fingers around his hand as they walked up to the entrance of the apartment building she lived in. Natalya took her keys out of her pocket and opened the main door so they could get inside. "My guards are outside for the night," Lando informed her and it made her look up at him while they walked to the elevator. "Can't you protect me yourself?" she asked and he chuckled. "For sure, darling," he replied.

They went up to her floor and Natalya guided him through the hallway to her door, unlocking it too with the keys that were still between her fingers. "Welcome to my apartment," Natalya commented as she walked inside, leaving her bag and her coat at the coat rack. Lando took his jacket off as well, watching her as she walked around the corner and briefly looked over her shoulder at him. Lando followed her, arriving in the living room. The room was spacious, emphasized by the white walls. There was a painting hanging on the walls and a couple pictures of herself were standing on the TV stand, which made him lean towards it. Three pictures of the same shoot, as they seemed to be. Beautiful pictures, but what else could he expect from her. Lando straightened himself and decided to go after her. He found Natalya in the kitchen, reaching for two glasses and an expensive looking bottle was placed on the counter. "I hope they taught you well how to drink vodka," Natalya said, turning the cap off the bottle and filling the small glasses with the liquor.

"I was forced to drink it, there was nothing else," Lando said, making her let out a breathy laugh. Lando approached her to lean against the counter, his elbow resting against the marble surface while she handed him the glass. "За Здоровье," [cheers] Natalya said and they both threw back the vodka, Lando's face slightly contorting at the sharp taste of the alcohol, however Natalya was doing fine, of course. Lando watched her as she stepped a little closer to him. "What are your purposes for the future, Natalya?" He asked and she briefly let her eyes wander over his face. "Do you want to keep dancing for greedy eyes? For money? Contracted under Spanish mafia?" he continued. Natalya was quiet for a long time and he almost questioned himself if she considered the questions offensive. "I don't know," she honestly replied. "I like my job. It pays the bills, I can buy whatever I want. I get the attention I want..." her eyes flickered up to his in a seductive way that made him lick his lips. His large hands curled around her petite waist, a shiver running up her spine as she loved the way his hands fitted so well around her body.

"Don't you want to come work for me?" Lando asked. She scoffed in response, her hands sliding up his biceps, to his shoulders and eventually resting on his firm pectorals. Her nails tickled the skin of his neck as she adjusted the collar of his crisp white button-up. "And do the same thing I've done here, but then in London?" she rose an eyebrow at him. "Alright, let me rephrase, don't you want to come work with me?" Lando asked next, one of his hands sliding to her lower back. "Work with you..." Natalya repeated. "Why?" She asked. "You're intelligent, a sight for sore eyes and you speak the language of my most important partners. You'd be such a win for my crew, darling," Lando told her and she had to admit it sounded really interesting, especially considering the deal she had with Carlos. "In two weeks I'm in Moscow again, my partner is celebrating his birthday and his ten years with his crew. Come with me, let me introduce you to my business environment and then you can decide for yourself if you want in," He said.

Natalya nodded slowly. "What if I say no?" she asked. "Then I'll still come to see you dance, love," Lando said, pulling her a little closer to himself. "Because you're like a drug and I'm addicted." His hot breath ghosted over her face and her lashes fluttered as he gazed into her eyes. His touch warmed her up, inside out and she gladly felt his lips on hers. Lando's hands went down to her ass, squeezing her cheeks and she let out a breathy laugh against his lips, making him grin as she curled her hands into his shirt and pulled him down again. Lando rode her dress further up her legs, lifting her up by the back of her thighs with ease. Her fingers disappeared into his hair to tug on his curls, her nails scraping his scalp and the back of his neck, which made him moan against her mouth. He took a few steps forward, her back bumping into the wall of the kitchen. "Second door on the left," Natalya breathed against his lips and he understood that she meant where her bedroom was, even though he hadn't asked.