Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

Diez

Pierre was properly drunk when they left the club, and Farah wasn't particularly soberer. He offered her his arm while they walked back to the apartment, and her hand was placed just above his elbow. The bottle of vodka had tasted good, and it was surely the reason why they couldn't walk straight, and everything Pierre said was funny, especially when he started giggling afterward. His laugh was contagious, and no sound was better to Farah's ears at the moment. She reminded herself to drink a couple of glasses of water before heading to bed, and that she should take an aspirin in advance. Stoffel unlocked the front door of their apartment, and Sean was the one to dive onto the couch. He pulled a pillow over his face with a groan. "The music caused my ears to ring," the Indonesian complained, causing the others to chuckle. "You were the one standing too close to the monitor anyway," Tom swatted his head, moving his legs aside to sit down next to Sean. Pierre and Farah passed the living room swiftly, not wanting to be disturbed. "Where are you going?" Pierre asked as Farah headed towards the hall.

"The bathroom to get ready for bed," she said, steadying herself on the wall behind her. "I'll come with," Pierre said, and she laughed, not sure what he wanted to do while she was taking off her makeup. Once upstairs, they disappeared into the bathroom. Pierre leaned over the sink and briefly frowned at the bright lights of the mirror that caused his eyes to hurt a little. He splashed some water in his face and turned to Farah, who was washed her face as well before taking the rest of her makeup off with a wipe. She tucked some strands of her hair back behind her ear and looked up at Pierre as he moved behind her. "You're so gorgeous," he complimented her, making her smile in response. She felt the tiredness kicking in, her head a little more clear after the walk home. Pierre raked his fingers through her onyx curls, his body close to hers, while he looked at her through the mirror. "Did you have a good birthday?" he asked then. "The best one ever," Farah replied, throwing the wipe away and taking some of her night cream to apply to her face. "I'm glad I was a part of it, I really enjoyed this day," Pierre said, his head ducking down to softly kiss her shoulder.

A shiver ran up her spine at the gentle affection. She giggled when the stubble on his face tickled her skin, and he smiled against her neck when he wandered his lips there. "Especially the moment when we kissed," his voice rasped in her ear before he left a kiss on the side of her face. Farah reached for him while she turned around. Her arms swung lazily around his neck, and his palms glided to the small of her back while pulling her closer. A soft chuckle passed his lips when he leaned forward to nuzzle his nose against hers. Now there was no one around them, no club full of people, no music, no flickering lights, he suddenly felt a little nervous. But there was no need to at all, as his heart nearly exploded when they kissed again. The marble of the bathroom counter slightly pushed into her back as he leaned further forward to capture her lips firmly between his. "Can't we just cuddle for a bit?" Pierre suggested. "You don't have to stay in my room the whole night, but just to cuddle..." "For a bit?" they finished at the same time, causing them to laugh. "Yeah," Pierre sheepishly grinned.

"I'll get into my pyjama, and then I'll come over, okay?" Farah said, and he nodded. He let go of her and her arms fell back to her sides when they got out of the bathroom. Farah felt the intense happiness blossoming inside her, and she loved how comfortable it was to be so close to him, even though they had met a short time ago. Farah replaced her dress with her usual oversized shirt, and she slipped some shorts over her thong, even though her shirt fell down her thighs. She crossed the hallway again, the door of Pierre's room ajar. Only a lamp on his nightstand was on, and he just swung his shirt over his head and folded it messily onto the chair in the corner. A pair of sweats dressed his lower body, and he looked soft, cuddly, and her fingers were tingling to push through the messy strands on his head. Farah stood at the end of the bed as he put his phone to the charger. "What are you waiting for?" Pierre asked, causing her to smile as she crawled onto the bed and pushed the sheets aside for herself. He left the light on while he got in bed as well. The last couple of days had tanned his skin, leaving it sun-kissed, his hair a little lighter, and he looked even more handsome.