Jolie Nana - [Pierre Gasly]

[E P I L O G U E]

           "She's my girlfriend," Pierre beamed, grinning from ear to ear at whoever wanted to hear it. He was seated on the front row as Farah was modelling for the Amber Lounge charity fashion show at the Monaco Grand Prix. The shoot Farah had worked during the beginning of the year sadly didn't have anything more in it for her, but the management of Alpha Tauri did put a good word out for her, which resulted in her being hired by an Italian agency that was also connected with various Formula 1 teams. The Amber Lounge show wasn't her first show of the year. Earlier, in March and April, Farah had participated in a couple of shows, so she could get a taste of the walking shows, and it was an instant match. She loved the camera and the camera loved her. Pierre was ecstatic that Farah was with him in Monaco, especially now she was a little more familiar around the paddock. Farah was dressed in a gorgeous, sparkling pink dress. It was a soft, nude pink colour that looked beautiful on her. Her hair was in full waves down her shoulders, and there was a smile on her face as she walked up.

Pierre had his phone ready, taking pictures of her, videos, he probably looked like the obsessed boyfriend, but he didn't care. Because he is obsessed with her and how she looks right now. Farah halted in her steps at the end before twirling around and walking back. He'd rather go to see her backstage right away, but he had to wait till the end of the show. Luckily, it didn't take long, and Pierre could get up from his seat and make his way to the backstage area, showing the pass that allowed him to enter. "I think there is someone here to see you," one of the girls told Farah, who was taking her jewelry off, dressed in a robe to cover up her body. Farah turned around to see Pierre, and her smile widened as her arms wrapped around his neck. Pierre lifted her up and twirled her around. "You look so beautiful, ma jolie. I'm so proud of you," he smiled. "Thank you, Pierre," Farah said. "I'm going to get dressed for the party, and then we can go," she said, making him nod. "Alright, I'll wait outside for you," he hummed, looking down at her and caressing her face before kissing her lips and walking out. 

"Your boyfriend is so dreamy," the model next to her spoke, making Farah chuckle. She had experienced it many times that other girls were interested in Pierre, but it never made her insecure, because if Pierre's eyes were on her, there was no reason to be insecure. "He is," Farah replied with a smile. "He is a Formula 1 driver, right?" the girl asked. "Yes, he drives for Alpha Tauri," Farah explained. "Oh, I don't know the teams or anything," the girl giggled. "I like some drivers, they are good-looking. I'm going to the after party, I hope to meet a couple of them," she smiled. "I have to disappoint you that not many of them are single, though," Farah laughed. "Lewis Hamilton is," the girl smirked. "Go for it, honey," Farah smiled. She zipped up a light blue, silk slip dress, silver, sparkling heels on her feet. She left her makeup for what it was, she put on her own jewelry again, and she gathered her belongings to leave. Pierre was leaned against the wall outside the venue, talking to some Formula 2 drivers who had also walked the fashion show. They greeted Farah with a smile, and then they parted ways.

"So, another model called you dreamy," Farah said while lacing her fingers through his. "Did she?" Pierre laughed. "Does she know I'm taken by the most gorgeous woman in the world?" Pierre grinned, pulling her closer to kiss her cheek. Farah giggled, but the girl had been right. Pierre is dreamy, he's a good boyfriend. There were a lot of drivers at the Amber Lounge party, they saw Charles and Charlotte there, Lando and Luisa, Mick and Justine, and it was lovely to see them again. While Pierre could spend time with his friends, he never seemed to leave Farah's side. His arm was constantly wrapped around her waist or her hip, a hand on her thigh or on her lower back to keep her close. He spun her around when they were dancing, he kissed her so many times, she was sure her lipstick was smudged and there was no colour left on her lips. She could taste the sweet drinks on his tongue, the music was loud. "What's on your mind?" Pierre asked, his lips brushing over her ear. "You, you, you, all of you," she replied, her fingers curling into the material of his shirt. Pierre cradled her closer, holding her hips. "Do you want to leave?" he asked then, and the answer of her fingers lacing through his was enough to get out and back to the hotel.

The soft sea breeze and the sounds of Monte Carlo partying moved through the opened windows, but they were tangled up in each other and the white sheets of the bed. Nothing felt better than being skin to skin, body to body, with Pierre. Her limbs were loosely wrapped around him, there was no rush as their lips brushed together. There's a smile on her face as she remembered the whistles and shouts of the other drivers when they left the club, and it makes him look up at her, his hands on her waist slowly trailing down to her thighs that were wrapped around him. "I love you," she spoke, closing her eyes when his forehead leaned against hers. "I love you too," Pierre replied, embracing her tightly in their already intimate position. Her heartbeat against his, and he couldn't wish for more.

A/N: 

Ahw guys, this is the end of Farah's and Pierre's love story. I really loved writing this story, and it's my first full Pierre fic too. As I have a little (large) crush on him, I'm happy with how the story turned out.

Thank you all so much for your votes, comments, and just spending time reading my story in general. I hope you liked the story as much as I did.