Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

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    For Pierre, there was no better feeling than wrapping his arms around his girlfriend after not seeing her for nearly two weeks. He came home from the Turkish Grand Prix, it was late as his flight arrived about an hour ago at Milan Linate Airport, and it was almost eleven p.m. already. "Hi, baby," Pierre hummed, feeling her fingers curl into his sweater, her head burying into his chest. "I missed you," Pierre said, and he felt her pull back slightly, so she could look up at him. "I missed you more," she replied with a smile. He looked into her sparkling eyes, returning the smile while he leaned down to kiss her firmly. He hadn't even bothered to bring his suitcases to his apartment first, he just decided to go over to her right away. "Come in. Did you have something to eat already?" Farah asked, holding the door further open so he could walk inside. "Yeah, I had a quick bite before boarding the flight," Pierre replied, rolling up the sleeves of his sweater while heading to the kitchen for a glass of water. "I have some leftovers in case you're hungry," Farah said.

"Merci, mon coeur," Pierre smiled, bringing her close to him again. "I'm fine for now," he told her, which made her nod. "Let's sit down, tell me about your weekend," Farah hummed against his lips, and he agreed, even though he knew she watched the race. They moved to Farah's living room, and Pierre let himself fall back on the couch, glad to sit down and relax after this weekend. He pulled one of his legs up on the sofa and Farah sat down next to him, leaning her elbow on the cushions and leaning her head on her hand. "It was a good weekend, honestly. The weather wasn't perfect, but I had control and the car worked well," Pierre started. "Qualifying in P5 on Saturday gave us a good position for Sunday, everything went great," he said, making her smile. "A shame Yuki couldn't get into the points, but we're working on it," he continued. "Charles is eager to meet you," he added. "He is?" Farah asked, her eyes sparkling a little. "I was thinking I could come to Qatar," Farah said next, making him sit up a little more. "You want to come to Qatar?" he asked, gnawing down at his bottom lip to control the huge smile.

"Explore the new addition to the calendar, see if Doha's anything nice," Farah said, and his hand reached to caress her arm. "Of course, I'll contact the team tomorrow right away, make sure you have a pass in November," Pierre said. "I'm excited for it," Farah said, shuffling a little closer to him. "So am I, baby. Can't wait to show you my office," he said with a grin, leaning down. She felt the tingles and the butterflies as their noses brushed together, and she let out a small giggle before he kissed her. "I have to go to the factory next week, why don't you come with me? I just have to sign some cards and shoot some media things, I can show you around there. I'm sure the team will be fine with it. And you can meet Yuki," Pierre suggested. "We can go by train, stop in Bologna for some lunch on the way back," he summed up. "Hmm, I guess I can skip one lecture for that," Farah said with a smile. "We can go another time if it gets you in trouble or so-," she shushed him with a kiss. "It's recorded, I'll watch it another day," Farah said, making Pierre smile too.

"How was your weekend in Paris with Rebecca?" Pierre asked, switching the subject. "Really great, it was good to see her again," she replied. "She's thinking about staying in Paris after her semester. The apartment offers such an amazing view upon the Eiffel Tower," Farah said. "She wants to come over to Milan soon as well." Pierre nodded. "You can have all the quality time together, I have this triple header coming up after the US GP," he sighed. "Can't you come with me to all of them?" Farah chuckled at the soft pout on his lips. "I can't," she laughed. Pierre chuckled too. He let out a yawn, and they decided it would be good to get to bed. Farah had some seminars tomorrow morning, and Pierre probably wanted to sleep in, but he didn't want to go back to his own bed. They brushed their teeth in the bathroom and Pierre stripped to his underwear to get in bed. He didn't bother to charge his phone, and he just got under the sheets of her bed. He watched her put her hair up and switch off the light, making her way over to the bed as well.