"Are you free tonight?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Well we're all getting together at a bar near the hotel later. Y'know, sort of a celebration?"
That was the conversation that led to where Elise was now. At a bar not far from the hotel where the teams were staying, the celebration of Pierre's win was in full swing.
Dressed in a red cutout top, and black miniskirt, and having lost Pierre in the crowd thirty minutes in, Elise decided to let off her guard for the night. Inhibitions gone, and hair down, she danced the night away to Micheal Jackson and Lady Gaga.
Currently, she was at the bar talking to Charlotte and Isa who Pierre introduced her to earlier. She was enjoying herself for the first time in a while. Of course, not that she didn't find joy in her work, or in her friends but she hadn't really gotten the chance to go out like this since the season had started.
Of course, the main reason she was here in the first place, the man himself, Pierre was across the room with a beer in hand. As he sent a wink her way, Elise felt her cheeks heat up, and was suddenly very thankful for the dim lighting.
As he made her way towards her, she took her sweet time to rake her eyes over the absolute eye candy he looked like. He wore a form-fitting, light blue dress shirt, leaving the top two buttons undone. Pairing it with dark jeans, he left it untucked, but Elise could still see the silver buckle of his belt peeking out every now and then.
"You enjoying yourself?" He asked, smiling at her with that boyish grin she liked so much.
Elise replied by nodding her head to give her time to compose herself before talking, not trusting herself to formulate the correct words right away with Pierre so close to her, and the amount of alcohol that was already in her system.
"Great!" She said, loud enough for him to hear over the loud music blaring through the speakers. "It's been a while since I've gotten to do stuff like this so I'm just having fun with it."
The two made conversation for a while, with Pierre talking to other people in between, accepting congratulations for his win.
Just then, one of Elise's favorite songs started blaring from the speakers. Her eyes lit up in recognition, and she downed the shot glass she was holding. Taking Pierre by the hand, she led him over to the dancefloor.
"Dance with me!" she said. And in Pierre's eyes, with her infectious laugh, and carefree smile. And with her cherry red lips, and signature flowery cologne, how could he possibly refuse?
He chuckled under his breath, as he spun her around. Her flowing movement, paired with the hazy glow of the flashing lights almost seemed to turn her aura magnetic.
The magnetism that pulled him in.
The gravitational pull that drew him closer and closer to her lips.
Until their passion, and longing, mingled with their lust, tainted by just enough alcohol to make them lose all inhibitions, but still leaving them sober enough to make it into a cab, and back to the hotel.
To the point where they were all fumbling hands, and haphazardly removed clothes.
Strangled moans, and ghostly whispers of "are you sure?" and "no strings attached".
Until all they had of each other was locked, loaded, and sealed in a burning kiss.
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YELLOW ROSES || a pierre gasly shortfic
Fanficgrief brought them to each other, but is love enough to keep them together?