Six Inch - [Lando Norris]

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Lando was standing on the balcony of their hotel room. The Red Square was really a captivating view beneath them and the scenery of the city lights pulled his attention over and over again. Dressed in a black tuxedo and with his hair in gentle curls, he was ready for the event of his partner. Markelov celebrated his amount of years as a leader of his crew and the Russian knew how to give proper galas, which made Lando eager to introduce him to Natalya. She was currently getting dressed for the gala and it was taking her quite long already, however, he was sure that the time would be worth it, because she always looked so stunning whether they were going out for dinner or just a simple party. Lando was getting lost in his thoughts as he looked over the view Moscow offered on this bright evening and he nearly didn't hear her heels clicking against the floor.

"Lando?" Lando turned around at the sound of her voice, his breath briefly stuck in his throat at the sight of her in that green dress he had bought for her in London, the Bulgari serpent necklace decorating her neck and her hair was waving down her shoulders. "Can you zip me up?" She asked next and it made him understand why she was holding the dress in place. Lando nodded, his throat running dry at the sight of her and he stepped back inside of the hotel room to fulfill her request. His fingertips brushed over her spine as he pulled the dress together and then zipped it up smoothly. Natalya turned around to face him, her eyes just decorated with a sharp eyeliner and some silver glitters at her tear ducts, subtle eye makeup so her lips could wear the bold, Russian red lipstick that suited her so well. "You look breathtaking, Natalya," Lando hummed, his hand gliding down the waist of her dress towards her lower back.

"Thank you," Natalya muttered, her hands smoothing out the perfectly fitting jacket of his suit and she was sure the white shirt underneath it would pull taught around his muscled chest and arms. His cologne smelled delicious and it made her glance up at him with that sultry look in her eyes at nearly made him groan. "Darling, you have to promise me you will behave tonight," Lando told her, his fingers of his free hand lifting her chin. "Behave? When you're looking like this tonight?" She asked, her tone acting as if she was in slight disbelieve. "Promise me," Lando demanded, his eyes boring into hers and making her gnaw at her lower lip. "Or what?" she dared him and a low chuckle tumbled out of his mouth. "You will get punished," he simply said, still watching the sparkle in her eyes and he nearly cursed under his breath because she liked it when he spoke to her like that and he wondered how this woman could look like an angel with such devilish characteristics.

"Understood... Sir," Natalya replied, her voice bittersweet while his fingers trailed over the sides of her exposed neck, her lips parting when his hand squeezed softly, yet dominantly around her throat. She held his gaze and he leaned down to kiss her lips, feeling the heat spreading through her veins. He pulled back too early, eliciting a soft moan from her that made him grin as he pulled away from her. Natalya checked her appearance in the mirror once more, making sure the kiss he planted on her lips hadn't smudged her red lip stick. Lando waited at the door as she gathered her clutch and walked with him. He took the key card of the hotel room and put it in the inner pocket of his jacket, fixing the piece of clothing while they made their ways to the elevator. "Your guard is not allowed to come," Lando commented when Pierre stepped into the elevator with thim and he could see her eyes gliding across the hallway before the doors closed.

Natalya nodded. "Already expected so," she replied. "You look beautiful, Natalya," Pierre commented, a sweet smile on his face. "Thank you, Pierre," Natalya replied to him, seeing Lando raising an eyebrow at them, which made Pierre and Natalya exchange an amused look. Lando's hand drifted down her spine to rest on her lower back as they made their way out of the lobby and outside, where a car was waiting for them already, all arranged by Lando's partner. "At what sort of venue is this event?" Natalya asked as she sat down in the backseat, Pierre next to the driver and Lando next to her. "At Mr. Markelov's house, it's just out of the city centre," Lando explained and she nodded. The drive wouldn't be long then. She sat back against the leather seat and Lando let his fingertips glide over her knee, making her look over at him. "You're just asking for it," she snarled at him, slapping his hand away and it made him laugh.