Prevail - [Charles Leclerc]

Vingt-Trois

A/N: Inspiration credits for this chapter go to @gaslysgirl on tumblr, she wrote an amazing one shot with Pierre that gave major Below Deck Med vibes, which made me want to include a charter yacht chapter like this one

"Mr, Mrs. Leclerc, Ms. Hernaez, Mr. Sainz, welcome on board of our vessel Sarastar, one of our 60-meter motor yachts," the captain spoke. Sara let her eyes glide over the crew of the yacht with a small smile, and then looked over at the huge yacht behind them. And then to think that the yacht Charles had bought was even larger than this. "Your luggage will be loaded onto our yacht and our chief stewardess will show you around. Meanwhile, we will get the yacht from the dock and head to our first anchorage," the captain continued. "I'm loving it already," Isa giggled, hooking her arm into Sara's. "I just need a drink after a nineteen-hour flight, to be honest," Sara chuckled. They took their shoes off and followed the chief stewardess onto the yacht. They received a welcoming glass of champagne, and they were guided into the yacht. The chief stewardess told them about the dining room, the bridge deck, and they went up to the sundeck afterwards, a beautiful side of the yacht where they could have dinner outside as well. It was a little past six and the sun was still shining, but Sara could already imagine the sunset dinners.

The stewardess took them down to the cabins, presenting the master cabin to them. Charles was clear that the largest cabin was for them, he is the primary guest after all. The other cabins were only a little bit smaller anyway. "What do you think, baby?" Charles muttered, his lips pressing to the side of Sara's head while his arm wraps around her waist to draw her in. "I'm loving it already," Sara spoke, leaning her hand on his chest. They ended up on the sundeck of the yacht again, where the stewardess turned to them. "Now we have seen every part of the vessel, we can discuss the dinner time," she said. "How about nine?" Carlos suggested. "Sounds good," Charles hummed in response. "You have all the time to relax till then. As soon as we hit our first anchorage, you can go into the water if you want. The deck crew will have the slide and all the water toys out," the woman smiled. "We will be at your service any time," she continued. "Alright, thank you," Charles thanked them. "Your luggage is ready to be taken to your cabins. If you want us to unpack, please let us know."

"That won't be necessary, thanks," Charles said now. "What are you guys in the mood for now?" Isa asked, while pulled into Carlos' arms. "I'd say my bikini and a glass of wine," Sara replied. "I think I want to be out on the water once the yacht is anchored," Carlos added, to which Charles agreed. "Then go ahead, we'll be here," Sara said. "Perfect. Let's get changed," Charles suggested. The two couples went down to the cabins again, finding their luggage there. Sara lifted her suitcase onto the bed to unpack her stuff, letting her eyes wander over the bikinis she brought. "You can only wear one at the time, you know that, right?" Charles chuckled, looking over her shoulder at the sets she sprawled out. "Which one is your favorite?" Sara asked, feeling an arm curl around her as he kissed her shoulder. "Hmm," he hummed, he had seen her only once before in a bikini. "I'd say the white one," he replied. Sara picked the white set of swimwear, the straps of the bikini were meant to be tied around her waist and back a couple of times, accentuating her figure.

Charles changed into some swimming trunks, wearing a light blue button-up on top of it. He looked at her as she stood in front of the mirror, sliding the small bottoms on, then the top. She tied the strings around her waist, leaving the ribbons on her back. Sara plucked another pair of sunglasses from her bag and unpacked her luggage further. She put her dresses on a clothing hanger in the wardrobe, her shoes organized under it. Charles chuckled at the many outfits she had brought, wondering if she planned to wear them all, but he didn't say anything about it. They were ready to go up to the deck, where Carlos and Isa were already seated. They had ordered some drinks and a plate of snacks to have while the yacht was making its voyage to the first anchorage. The location was absolutely stunning, and Sara moved onto the soft cushions that covered the deck, sitting on her knees to lean on the metal balustrade and look out over the sea. She made some pictures meanwhile, a white sundress covering her bikini cladded body meanwhile.