Six Inch - [Lando Norris]

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Lando took a towel to gently dry Natalya's face. They had showered together after their dinner out in the city, which ended in a bloody fight on the parking lot with some of, assumably, Carlos' men who were out to kill them. Lando lifted her chin with his fingers, let his eyes glide over her bruised features that colored slightly purple and blue. "We can put some ice on it before we go to bed," Lando suggested, making her nod. Natalya turned away from him, looking at her face in the mirror. Her cheekbone was seriously bruised, but apart from that, the rest of her face looked clean, she had only been hit in the face once after all. Her eyelids felt heavy, her mind clouded, and her neck could barely carry her head. Natalya felt exhausted within a couple of minutes, and she longed for a good night of sleep. She dried the rest of her body, happy that she had tied her hair up, so it wouldn't get wet. She let her hair in a bun on top of her head, while slipping into one of Lando's shirts.

Lando got dressed in some shorts, using his towel to ruffle his curls dry, and then he put all of their towels on the rack to dry and for the cleaning staff to take to the washer. By surprise, he lifted Natalya up, one of his arms under her knees and the other under her waist. Natalya smiled, although she could have walked to the bed herself, nevertheless he insisted on carrying her there. The duvet was cleaned, and the smell of the detergent was fresh, the feeling of a clean, fresh bed making her instantly more sleepy. She crawled under the blankets, pulling them up to her chest. She laid on the side of her face that wasn't bruised and hurting, contently sighing as she finally felt herself relax now she was here in bed. The tension flooded from her feet and her back when she moved her knees further towards her chest. Lando walked around the room for a bit, turning off all the lights, closing the windows and the curtains, and then he walked around the bed to get in on his side.

The mattress dipped slightly under his weight, and he lifted the sheets as well to crawl under them. He shuffled closer to Natalya, his arm curling around her waist to pull her back into his chest. Lando didn't say anything, he just pressed some featherlight kisses to the exposed skin of her neck. Not much later, Natalya already drifted off to sleep, getting her much-needed rest after such an eventful night. Lando was glad to see she had been able to defend herself, because his biggest fear was that she wouldn't be trained well enough, but she's strong, and he felt relieved to see that. But in the end, he hadn't expected anything else.

Lando let Natalya sleep in, and after he woke up, he slowly lifted his arm from her waist, and he pulled the sheets back up to her chest before leaving the bed as quietly as he could. Lando swung a shirt over his head and made his way out of his room, softly closing the door behind him. On his bare feet, he walked downstairs, and he got into the kitchen, where Mick and George were seated with a cup of coffee. "Good morning," they both greeted. "Good morning," Lando replied, clearing his throat afterwards, as his voice was still thick with sleep. "How is she doing?" Mick was the first one to ask. "Just bruised," Lando replied, while turning on the coffee machine and putting a cup under it. "Mentally scared, traumatized for life..." George finished with a low chuckle, making Lando swat the back of his head while he walked around George to sit down at the table as well. "She's alright for as far as I can see. She just went straight to bed after having a shower last night. Her face is a little purple and blue, but she'll make it through," Lando said.

"She was handling it well," Mick muttered, his finger gliding over the edge of the newspaper he was reading, like he did every morning. "For sure," George hummed in agreement. "You can thank me you know, for training her so well," Mick lifted his eyes to Lando's face, a content grin on his face that made Lando roll his eyes. "Thank you, Mick, for training her with a program I created for you," Lando added, and all the men laughed. "No, but she was doing really well, if she just continues training," George said. "Are you talking about me?" The three men turned around to see Natalya standing in the doorway, a small smile on her face. Lando automatically brightened up when he saw her, even though he assumed she'd be asleep for much longer. "We were, actually," Mick said. "Come here, baby," Lando muttered, motioning for her to come and sit on one of his thighs. "We were talking about how amazing you were fighting off those guys last night," George started.