"ITS LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO!"
Two Spaniards.
One passion.
Formula One is the only way forward for her.
He's already in her dreams.
Or maybe not. Maybe she's in his.
(There are bits of spainish in here just for warning but it does have a trans...
Leaning against the cabinets, reaching for the box of cereal and pair of arms suddenly snaked around Clara's waist. Pulling her waist further back before turning her around. Carlos pressed his body against her as he leant into her lips connecting them together. Both smiling into the kiss. "Now querida (darling) my rooms this way." interlocking his fingers with hers as he leads her to his room. (you guys know what happen next ;) also let me know if u guys actually want the scene written out)
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The next morning contained lots of emotion. Groans came from the person next to Clara. Wait. Who on earth is next to me! Glancing over the the mystery man next to her she saw the beautifully structural face. Must have been carved by the Gods. Why am I in bed with Carlos? That's when Clara looked down to find her bare body. "Oh my god!" She screamed the house down shaking it to the foundations. Obviously awaking Sainz. "What are you screaming at." Not even breaking his eye lids apart he wrapped his arm round the girl pulling her closer to himself. "Carlos if you don't remove you stupid arm from me, I'll kill you."
Slowly and hesitantly he removed his arm from the girl as soon as he did Clara ran from the bed scrabbling for her clothes. I did not just sleep with him! Hair at the back of her neck raised when the memory's of last night rushed to her. Pacing in her room she tried to calm down. "Ok Clara calm down, calm down, it's alright," Neves calmed and rebuilt a few times over. Deciding not to keep thinking of the events of last night she got changed. Clara left a few clothes from last time she stayed.
(outfit of choice)
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Clara thought England was quite cold so she never packed summer type outfits even while England experienced their summer. Before long a knock felt on the door of her room. "Clara can we talk?" Carlos stuttered through the door as Clara rolled her eyes then telling him to come in. A soft smile was flashed at each other. Awkward, very awkward. "So..." Clara expected the man to begin the conversation. "Let's just keep this between us yeah?" He spat in her face not literally but he might as well have. "Excuse me?" Confused by his comment Clara could only see red.
"Look I don't want this getting out ok," I don't want it getting out so you don't get hurt. "Oh I get it, you're embarrassed of me. That's fine Carlos go fuck yourself." Anger just took of Clara. She couldn't help but curse at him. Clara felt like a stupid idiot. Rushing out her the room she grabbed her old clothes and ran away from the Spanish mans house.
Carlos messed up ngl. Just like to add we are so close to 1000 reads and i would like to say thank you to everyone. I just started writing for fun and never thought i would actually get readers. So thank you.
