Within seconds the two lips collided. Fireworks flew between the two as the passion ran through the veins of the spaniards. The only difference from the first kiss to this one is the lack of lust. This was pure. And with perfect timing the song love is in the air begin making them both laugh into the kiss. "We should urm..." Clara began to speak but the man cut her off. "Don't ruin the moment you idiot."
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Half an hour later it was time. Nerves began to grow as her heart beat increased. "Ramos you ready?" Her engineer posed the question to her. Fuck no. "Hell yeah!" Hands trembling as she gripped onto the halo hoisting herself into the car. Been guided out by the man in front she got told to pause. That orange papaya car with the number of 55 drove past, god how I'm going to beat that bastard.
Flipping her eye shield down attempting to hide her grin, thinking back to the moments her and Carlos shared and the thought of finishing above him on the grid. The girl thought she had got away with it... Until she hadn't. "Clara why are u grinning so hard you crazy women." No reply followed leaving a confused look on the face of her team principal.
Speeding round the track for what felt like mere moments the girl went p1. "CLARA FUCKING RAMOS! THATS P1!" The pit wall crew went mental. From screaming into the mic to running up and down the pit lane. It might have been pre season but it brought hope. "Verstappen p2, Bottas p3, Ricciardo p4" Clara instantly started grinning again as the thought of her task was complete. "Where did Sainz finish?" She was met with a 'let me check that for you'.
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"Hey champ." That calming yet annoying voice spoke from across the garage. "Hey loser, what you doing here?" "Well I wanted to ask a beautiful lady to dinner but I don't think I will anymore." Carlos said blunted, Clara just scoffed rolling her eyes at the man. Is this guy for real? The two felt they children constantly just smiling, grinning at each other while blushing wildly. "I believe the lady would love too." Spinning on her heels turning round to go get changed out of her overalls. Whilst walking away the mclaren driver shouted 7.30 sharp in the lobby of their hotel.
Clara felt rushed, completely forgetting about her interviews she sprinted out of her motorhome heading towards the journalist awaiting her. On her way she saw him... Again. The eyes of the two spaniards met and it felt like time came to a stand still. Only thing that seemed to matter was the pair of them, just them.
Started school :( it's already so bad and it's been two days so this is the advanced apology if any updates are late.
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Secret Obsession - Carlos Sainz
Fanfiction"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...
