Prevail - [Charles Leclerc]

Vingt-Deux

      "I don't believe it's just a coincidence."

Sara lifted her head from her hand while she was leaning on the bar, waiting for her Pornstar Martini to be finished mixing. "Excuse me?" she asked, looking up into a fairly familiar pair of blue eyes. "I don't believe it's just a coincidence you look prettier each time I see you," Mick spoke, nonchalantly leaning against the bar. "You have only seen me twice now," Sara said. "Are you still with...?" Mick asked, and she lifted her hand with the wedding ring. "For a lifetime, darling," she chuckled. "You can't tell me you haven't found a girl yet," she spoke, reaching for the glass that was put in front of her. "I have, but she told me she was taken by the king of Monaco," he grinned. "Nice try, Mick," Sara rolled her eyes. "You do remember my name," Mick says, rather satisfied. Sara looked over at Charles, his eyes finding hers through the people, glancing between her and Mick. "Sorry, who are you again?" Sara asked, lifting her glass with a smile and leaving him at the bar. Charles' arms slotted around her as soon as she was back with him. "What did he want?" Charles asked.

"I'm having déjà vu's," Sara replied, her free hand moving to the back of his neck while they danced closely together, her lips brushing over his earlobe to make her voice audible when she spoke up again. "He knows I'm taken by the King of Monaco," she said. "Then he also knows you're my queen, and he shouldn't flirt with royalty," Charles spoke, making her laugh. "I can't wait till we're leaving on a holiday again," she said, feeling his hands on her lower back, gliding over the silk of her dress. "Two more days, baby," Charles kissed her cheek, seeing Mick was still watching them from the bar, and he dropped her a little bit in his arms as he spun her around, then capturing her lips between his. It felt damn good to show off with her, and his heart fluttered at the giggle she let out, wrapping her arms around his neck to be close to him again. His lips pressed to her neck playfully, and then pulled back. Sara had fun this time they were at the club, because she was comfortable in Charles' arms all the time, sitting on his lap and just being with him.

It was a good way to get rid of the stress she had for meeting her parents again, but after she left the restaurant, she felt like a large weight got lifted off her shoulders. It was a little after three when Charles and Sara decided to go home. Sara wasn't even drunk, she just had a couple of drinks, and she would be fine the next morning. She sat closely next to Charles while the car was driving them home, their hands were entwined, and she leaned her head on his shoulder. She was tired after all, and she couldn't wait to dive into bed with Charles, cuddled up and sleeping in till noon. The car dropped them off at home, and Sara was eager to get her heels off her feet. Her shoes were gorgeous, but God, they could hurt. As soon as she stepped onto the marble floor of the hallway, she reached down to take both her heels off, sighing contently when she stood with her soles on the cold floor. "Are your feet hurting?" Charles asked, taking her coat. "Beauty is pain, baby," Sara replied, but before she knew it, he swept her off her feet by lifting her up in bridal style, easily carrying her up the stairs. She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Charles walks up to their bedroom, gently putting her down before opening the door. "Need me to unzip you?" he asked, and she nodded, putting her shoes in the closet. Sara moves her hair aside, feeling his fingertips brush over her back before unzipping her dress. His lips pressed to her shoulder to leave some sweet kisses, then letting her step away. Sara went into the bathroom to wash her makeup off and put her hair up. Charles simply undressed and brushed his teeth. Sara applied some nighttime moisturizer and got into a large shirt before joining him in bed. "Is anyone joining us for breakfast, lunch, or dinner tomorrow?" Sara asked, crawling under the sheets and into Charles' embrace. "Nope," he replied. "Thank God," she exclaimed, causing him to chuckle. "The dinner was okay, though," Sara added. "I'm glad it was," Charles hummed, his hand moving through her hair while her head rested on his chest. "I don't get what the hell our parents were doing there besides being awkward," she said. "Right?" Charles agreed. "We should go look for our own place," he suddenly mentioned. "What?" Sara leaned up, looking at his face in the dark.