𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐄 (𝐋.𝐍)

4. 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲

*𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬*
        

14 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 2020

The season was finally over and nobody was more excited for the holidays than Elena.
The winter holiday season meant she got to see her father's side of the family and spend new years eve in New York with their extended family.

But this year it also meant she'd spend at least a week in Italy with Sainz who were helping Carlos move to his new place. She was excited to see what the new year would bring.

On the other hand Lando had mixed feelings, his final position this season was his best one by far but it also meant that Carlos was no longer a part of the McLaren team. Carlos' move not only meant he wouldn't be teammates with his best friend but it also meant he would see way less of Ellie.

His and Ellie's relationship had kind of progresses through the week. The young not-official couple had been sneaking around the whole week. Stealing kisses behind the motor homes, hot makeout sessions in each other's hotel rooms and cuddling in Lando's drivers room.

John had unfortunately caught the two amidst a makeout session in the driver's room. Charlotte, Lando's press officer, had put the pieces together after noticing the hickey's on both of their necks and the way that Lando looked at Elena whenever she walked by. She had pulled the boy aside and told him to treat the girl with respect and to not do anything serious with her unless he was planning on keeping her around for a while.

The only person in the garage who was completely oblivious to the relationship was Carlos, mostly due to his media duties which had doubled after his Ferrari announcement. Nonetheless the team was in silent agreement to keep it that way and enjoy the rest of the season.

Which brings us to now where Elena had joined the team for the end of year dinner. After this she would join the drivers at a club which had been completely booked out for them by the F1 bosses. The party was strictly limited to the drivers, their trainers and a plus one of their choice. But Elena doubted she would stay there for long judging by the way that Lando's hand was rubbing up and down her thigh, occasionally getting closer to that special place. She had tried to keep her squirming to a minimum and at some point had reached under the table to squeeze Lando's thigh.

Lando was undoubtedly turned on by the girl. She had showed up in a tight short red dress with floral designs, a piece she wore as an ode to Carlos joining his new team. The McLaren team had obviously cracked jokes at how heartbroken they were over the color of her dress and that she had already moved on from them. Lando had been mostly silent as the sight of her had left him speechless. Both of them knew what was going to happen that night and were becoming increasingly impatient.

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t 9.30 Andreas finally decided to dismiss the team and told the drivers to enjoy the party. And enjoy they did.

For the first time in a while, Lando willingly consumed alcohol other than the occasional beer. He once again relied on the liquid courage to approach Elena and say what he wanted to say. Luckily for him the girl wanted the same thing and as usual took matters into her own hands. She knew her cousin and his friends would be occupied with their girlfriends and trying to outdrink one another, using this get advantage the girl made sure to dance like nobody was watching.

Except someone was watching, Lando was mesmerized by the way her hips moved and when she finally danced with him the grinding got too much for him.
"Elena, if you don't want me to drag you out of this club right now and take you to my room, I'd suggest you stop moving like that." The boy all but growled in her ear.
"Well funny thing is that, that's exactly what I want you to do." She replied as she looked up at him through hooded eyes. No one could deny the sexual tension between the two, which had multiplied by a ten-fold within the week. Despite them trying to build an actual connection the sexual tension was hard to ignore and they'd both succumbed to their needs.