Six Inch - [Lando Norris]

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        Lando looked in the reflection of the mirror while he was buttoning up his shirt. He had been arranging things this afternoon to make sure parts of his crew were on their way to Madrid, meanwhile receiving enforcement from Portugal, where one of his partners, Antonio Felix da Costa, was situated. His partners were all informed upon the matter, and they would give him all the support and enforcement they could. Point was, Lando was not entirely sure which other crews were behind Sainz and where they came from. It was at all times possible that Carlos had partners here in the United Kingdom and that Lando's crew was being watched as well. Long story short, they had to be careful at all times and keep up their patrouille routines. Lando tucked the shirt into his slacks, choosing a leather belt out of his closet and sliding it through the loops, buckling it just perfectly. He looked in the mirror again, ruffling the curls on his head a little, before he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, the Rolex on his wrist shining under the lights on the ceiling.

He adjusted the collar of his shirt and then spritzed some cologne he always wore onto his neck, and he was satisfied with the way he looked. Lando looked forward to going out for dinner with Natalya, it had been a while since they went out together like that. He hoped it would be a nice, and peaceful evening, where they could catch up and just be two lovers, nothing else that had to do with his occupation or hers. Even though he didn't mind talking about it with her. Lando opened the door of his bedroom and walked onto the hallway, making his way downstairs. Natalya was waiting for him there, a playful smile tugging on the lips she had coloured bright red, a look that always captivated him completely. "Took you long enough," she said, and honestly, he could expect such a comment from her. Natalya was wearing a long evening gown, a slit moving teasingly high towards her left hip, the v-neck of the dress reaching the valley between her breasts and a golden necklace decorated her neck.

"You look gorgeous, my love," Lando said, ignoring her previous comment, and he leaned down, briefly gazing into her eyes before kissing her cheek. "You look handsome," Natalya said, meaning it as well. The black slacks fitted him perfectly, tight in all the right places, and the material of the button-up shirt stretched around his chest and his biceps, the sleeves rolled up, letting her imagination go wild at the thought of tearing the shirt off of him. "We should get going," Lando said, his voice pulling her from her thoughts, and she nodded curtly. She took her clutch with her, while his hand brushed over her lower back, and they made their way to the door. "We will have dinner with the two of us, but of course Mick and Pierre will come along to make sure the environment is safe," Lando said while opening the winged door of his black McLaren. "You don't assume I came unprepared, right?" Natalya said, lifting her dress to reveal a lace thigh garter that held a small knife and a little hand gun.

Lando's eyes darkened at the sight, and she sat down with a content look on her face. Natalya watched his jaw clench when he walked around the car and sat down next to her, behind the wheel. He started the car and then looked over at her again, his hand reaching out to reveal the garter once more, a low whistle passing his lips. "Darling, that's fuckin' hot," he cursed under his breath. Her fingers traced over his jaw and he leaned forward to kiss her lips this time, a soft whimper leaving her mouth when he let go before it could get heated. Lando steered the car out of the parking garage and he turned it onto the road. One of the guards was driving in front of them and the other behind them, an escort to the restaurant it surely was. Natalya had no idea where they were going to have dinner, but Lando had good taste in choosing perfect date locations, so she was sure it was going to be a good evening. She ogled him throughout the ride, admiring his posture behind the wheel, while his hand rested on her thigh.

His fingers rubbed soft circles on her bare skin, and he turned his head to look back at her. "Something on your mind, my pretty one?" Lando asked, the sweet words that rolled off his tongue making her heart flutter a little. "Nothing special," Natalya hummed. "Just admiring my handsome man," she added, a smile tugging on her lips, and he grinned back at her. Her hand moved to his, entwining their fingers contently. The car ride of fifteen minutes passed soon enough and Lando parked his car at the parking lot of the restaurant, looking around before opening the doors and stepping out. The gentleman he was, he walked around the car again to open the door for Natalya. She took his hand to steady herself on the thin heels that were carrying her legs, and his hand then let go to curl around her hip once they were on their way to the entrance. A host came up to them, and the way some heads turned when Lando's name fell, the authority his posture seemed to have, boosted her self-confidence only more.