F1 One Shots

#79 Pierre - Blond hair

KATELYNN POV.: It's Sunday, during non race weekend. I'm chilling on the couch, in mine and Pierre's shared apartment in Milan with music blasting from our stereo, as I scroll through Pierre's Instagram page. P. is currently on his mid-day run and I decided to leave him alone with it this time, as I don't feel like working out today...
All the page made me happy. Not only how happy Pierre looks on those photos, but also how happy and supportive his fans are, under all of the posts... Harmfull comments are very rare, and it's getting my minor attention.
When I reached the posts from 2020 and the photos of my hot boyfriend sporting blond hair, I stopped a little longer on each of them, to have a closer look and admire them. He looked extremly handsome on those, even more than usual..
Just when I thought that, doors slammed shut.
-Kate, I'm home!- Pierre yelled from the hallway and went straight to the bathroom, to have a shower. I didn't reply anything, and just waited for him to join me in the living room, still looking at those photos with smile on my face. And I didn't have to wait long, as maybe around 15 minutes later, he came to me in clean set of clothes, including gray sweatpanst, white socks and blue alpha tauri hoodie, which added extra depth to his ocean blue eyes.
-Hi- we greeted each other with loving kiss.
-What were you doing when I was out?- he asked me, when he sat down next to me and wrapped one of his arms around my shoulders, to pull me closer.
-Not much. Just scrolled through our Ig pages, listened to some music...
-And what did you find there?
-I reminded myself, that you looked damn hot with blond hair...- I replied truthfully with kind smile.
-And without them I don't?- Pierre followed his game with playfull smile.
-Of course you do! But that blonde was something else...
-Is that so?- he lifted one of his brows at me.
-Yeah. And your fans loved the look...- I wasn't backing up from the challenge either.
-So, you're saying that I should blech and dye my hair again?- Pierre asked me, and I just nodded in responce -Then you too, want that look back?
-Oui. I loved it on you, mon Amour...- I told him and kissed his cheek -But only if you want it too. Nothing on pressure... You look handsome as ever either way!- I assured him quickly.
-Then let's go and buy that dye- he agreed, suprising me.
-You sure? As I said, it's just a suggestion. If you don't want to...- I started, but Pierre held my hand in his free one and interrupted me -Oui, mon Cherie. I want to do it again.
-In that case... Let's go!
Happy, we stood up from the couch and rather quickly got ready. After that we left the apartment, and went to nearest shop to buy that hair dye. That little trip didn't took long, and then we walked back home, hand in hand, with smiles on our faces, behind safe masks. Since Covid is still a thing, we want to be safe, and not get infected. Otherwise, we would be stuck in quarantine, and Pierre would miss at least one race. And of course, that's the last thing we want...
After we got back home, we put all the things away and took off our shoes.
-Let's do it...- Pierre said, and took of his hoodie and a t-shirt he had underneath it.
-Already?
-Yeah, why not?
-Nothing. I just thought that you'd prefer to do that in the evening, after the shower, that's all...- I shruged my shoulders.
-And if I want to do it now...?- he answered, wrapping his strong arms around my waist, and looking me straight in the eye.
-Ok. Only if you want it...- I agreed and we sweetly kissed. After that we both went to the bathroom, where Pierre sat down on small stool, his back facing the bathtub, and rested his head on the edge of it, while I hovered over him with handle in hand.
-Ready?- I asked him for comfirmation and Pierre flashed me a cheeky smile in return -Ok. Let's begin..- I chuckled and watered his hair gently with warm water, not to splash his face. After that I put shampoo and conditioner on them, massaged it onto his scalp gently and then rinsed it out of his hair, This way, after dying them, his hair would be soft and flowy. Then, I put bleaching dye on his hair, and massaged it, to get it to every single hair. Because of my gentle touch, Pierre hummmed to himself contently with closed eyes.
-You like it?
-Yeah, very...- he replied, and his lazy responce made me giggle.
After like 10 minutes or so, I added the blonde dye and again, massaged it into his head.
Then we waited around an hour, and after that, I washed the dye off his hair completely and spoke up again:
-Ok. Now you just need to dry them off, to see full result- I smiled at him, when our gazes met.
-Ok. Merci, mon Ange.
-Je vous en prie, mi Amore- we kissed softly, and then left the bathroom, Pierre with towel around his shoulders, for his wet hair.

....
Few days later we went to Melbourne - Australia, for another race weekend, and the fans went crazy, when they saw that same blonde on Pierre's head, falling in love with it again for instance. To be fair, they're more focused on my boyfriend's new hairstyle more than an actual Championship battle between some of the "front field" drivers! And we also liked that look on him again, very pleased with the result.
-I should listen to your ideas more often mon Amour...- Pierre mumbled to me on Friday evening, when we laid under the covers, tangled in each other's arms, ready to sleep.
-Yeah, maybe you should!- I mocked him, and we both laughed. But there was no doubt that bleaching his hair again was a good decision...
THE END

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Have a nice day! / Goodnight!
F.