Charles' POV.
After watching the podium ceremony and debriefing with your team about the race, you're finally in your car with Sophia. She thinks that you're dropping her off at her hotel but in fact, you have a whole different plan for this evening. Even though you had a terrible race, you don't want to lose yourself in that negative mindset again so you came up with an idea to spend more time with Sophia - for your own sake and also just because she deserves to be surprised.
You've already taken a different road then the one going to the hotel but Sophia hasn't noticed it yet. She's caught up in one of her books again on the seat next to you and she's completely lost in her own world.
You find it so fascinating to see how she shuts off everything around her and just engulfs herself in the words that are written on paper. You've noticed that she doesn't read a book like people usually read books. She analyzes them. She marks sentences and scribbles little notes on the sideline. You have no idea why but you find it captivating to watch because whenever she's concentrated like this, she always bites her lip in the cutest yet hottest way ever.
"Can you stop doing that?" you ask Sophia as you turn your head towards her.
"Hmmm?" she asks absently as she forces herself to take her eyes from her book.
"I said, can you stop doing that?"
Sophia looks at you confused.
"Can I stop doing what?"
You grin at her as you see that she genuinely doesn't know what you mean.
"Biting your lip. It's..."
She suddenly starts to smirk.
"What is it Charlie?" she asks innocently as she starts to bite her lip again.
Oh so now she knows what you mean.
"It's distracting Sophia," you say as you try to keep your eyes on the road.
You can hear her grin beside you.
"Well... that's good to know isn't it," she says with a smirk as she bites her lip for a third time in a row now.
You immediately turn red and start to focus on the road again as you take a deep breath.
Fuck, that's way too hot. She shouldn't be doing this when you're not in a position to kiss her.
"Soap... stop it please. That makes me want to kiss you so bad," you tell her honestly.
She doesn't say anything but you suddenly feel her hand in your neck. She slowly starts to scratch her fingernails over it as she pulls on your hair in-between. You let out a small moan and immediately feel your heartbeat rising. She can't be serious right now.
"Sophia...," you say sternly.
Fuck. The things she does to you. It's so simple but so fucking effective. Your whole body immediately reacts to her touch.
She starts to scratch your hair with her fingernails and you feel the goosebumps arise on your skin. This is the first time you've seen this rather mischievous side to her and you can't deny that you're quite surprised. She really isn't as innocent as she seems.
You like it though. A lot.
"Soap... please...," you beg her.
Obviously you don't want her to stop but you're driving which means that you can't kiss her right now. She needs to stop before you're going to pull over and kiss her like you've never kissed her before.
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Redemption {Charles Leclerc}
Fanfiction"Charles. You're my redemption." redemption [ri-demp-shuhn]: noun / an act of redeeming or atoning for a fault or mistake, or the state of being redeemed.