Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

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           Pierre frowned when he was woken from his sleep as Farah's alarm rung. He felt her shuffling under the sheets next to him to stop the alarm clock on her phone. Silence filled the bedroom again, and he turned to his back. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, a yawn escaping his mouth, and he lifted one of his arms to rest it above his head. "Do you have to get up?" his voice rasped before he cleared his throat. "Hmm," Farah hummed. "I have a seminar at eleven," she replied. Of course, Monday. Farah didn't rush out of bed, so Pierre guessed they had some time together before she had to leave. "It's nine, by the way," she added. Pierre didn't reply, but he nodded, even though she couldn't see it. She rolled to her side to rest her head on his chest again. Her fingers drew patterns over his abdomen, trailing her fingertips over his skin. His arm curled around her again. "Hey, you can't fall asleep again," Pierre suddenly said, making her laugh a little. Farah pushed herself up, looking down at him. His hair sat messily on his head, and he looked so cute while sleepy.

"I can make us breakfast," Pierre suggested. "You can cook?" Farah asked with a smile on her lips. "If you have any eggs, I can cook very well," he smiled. "My kitchen is yours then," she said. "I will take a shower and get ready," Farah announced, and she was about to get out of bed when he pulled her down to him. He kissed her sweetly, pecking her lips a couple of times. Farah ran her thumb over his cheek before getting up from the bed, moving to her closet to pick her clothing. She went into her bathroom soon after, and the silence filled the bedroom again. Pierre stretched his limbs and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He sat up and reached for his shirt he had worn last night. He would shower at his apartment later anyway. He hoisted himself into his jeans and opened the curtains, briefly looking outside the window to check the weather. Pierre made the bed and collected his shoes, moving to the kitchen. While Farah was showering, he got some eggs from her fridge and some slices of bread to prepare breakfast for them. He made some coffee as well. It didn't take long before Farah joined him, and he looked up at her when her heels clicked on the floor.

She wore some white slacks and a red top, her hair fanning down her back, subtle make-up on her face, and his eyes glided over her appearance with a dreamy smile. "You look pretty," Pierre complimented, making her smile at him. "Thank you," Farah replied, feeling his arm curling around her to pull her close while she looked at what he was preparing. Pierre leaned down to peck her lips, and he loved the soft squeeze of her hand on his arm before she pulled away again to sit down at the table. "I can drop you off if you want," Pierre suggested, turning off the heat under the frying pan and grabbing two plates. She didn't answer, and it made him look at her from over his shoulder. She looked back at him with a frown between her eyebrows. "Look, I don't mind, but what if we get seen?" she asked. "I don't mind that either, but I don't want to be a reason for the nightmares of your PR, Pierre," Farah added with a soft chuckle. It caused him to laugh a little. "So? We're sort of... dating," he shrugged, not really sure what label to attach to it, but they were dating. "I have to be careful with my public image, but it's not like anyone seeing me dropping you off at uni will be a disaster," Pierre said.

"And I just want to drop you off, god knows what kind of creeps will hit on you in the metro," he added, which made her laugh. "Alright, alright," Farah said. Pierre put the plate in front of her, and she got another cup of coffee meanwhile. She looked up at him when he sat down, too. "You should fix your hair a little, though," Farah commented. "Sex hair?" Pierre asked with a grin, raking his fingers through his messy strands. "Exactly," she replied, her teeth gnawing at her bottom lip at the thought of them last night, when they came back from their date. "Did you enjoy it?" Pierre asked suddenly, and she looked up at him again while chewing on her food. "You made me orgasm twice, Pierre. You're just fishing for compliments now," Farah grinned, and he laughed. "I meant your breakfast, but thanks," Pierre teased her, causing her to scoff, nevertheless with a smile. Farah got up to put her plate in the dishwasher, and she reached for the bag she wanted to take to her classes today. She quickly put her laptop in it, taking a notebook and a pen, and a small water bottle.