Summary: It's the 2022 Australian Grand Prix, and you are able to watch in person, fully supporting your twin brother, George Russell. Unfortunately, someone in a particular red racing suit doesn't like the cap you're wearing.
Warnings: mentions of sex [barely], mostly fluff.
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The 2022 Formula One season has started, and George Russell joined Mercedes, becoming teammates with Lewis Hamilton. Being George's twin sister, you were very excited for him, and fully supported him throughout his career. The next race for this season was the Australian Grand Prix. Unfortunately you weren't able to watch the other two races in person due to your job, but since George knew you were available, he had gotten a paddock pass for you. Not only had he gotten you passes, but you were also flying with him and Lewis.
The other drivers also knew you quite well, nicknaming you as 'the better Russell', especially Lando, Alex, and Charles. You were aware of their Twitch streams, and as much as you were asked to show up in George's camera, you chose not to. You weren't very comfortable in front of cameras. Fortunately, whenever you were at the paddock, the attention was mainly on George and you were quite happy staying in the background.
You landed in the home of the Honey Badger, Daniel Ricciardo, as this was his home race. As much as you rooted for him to win this race, you also wanted George to score his first podium of the season.
You were currently in George's motor home, as he was out for media duties before the race as were the other drivers as well. Before he left, you were given a black Mercedes cap because according to him and Lewis, you weren't supporting them unless you had a cap. At least you weren't told to wear the shirt as you quite liked your current outfit.
Soon, it was time for the race to start and you were given the choice to watch from the Mercedes garage which you were hesitant to accept since you didn't want to intervene. After Toto's reassurance, you were glad to accept. You found it quite nice as not only George was quickly becoming a part of this team, but you were as well. While the race engineers were out on the pit wall during the race, you accompanied Toto Wolff in the garage, among the other employees. You also had headphones to listen in to the live team radio.
Charles Leclerc was starting on pole position, followed by Max Verstappen, and his teammate Sergio Perez. George was starting 6th on the grid, right behind Lewis. The race was quite intriguing and interesting, unfortunately Carlos, Sebastian, and Max weren't able to finish. After safety cars, pit stops, and loads of radio messages, the race ended with George on the podium with Charles and Sergio ahead of him.
As soon as you saw your brother passing the finish line in third position, you cheered loudly for him. Both yours and Toto's reaction was on live tv as the camera switched from the track to the Mercedes garage.
You made your way towards the parc fermé just in time to see George getting out of his car. You were standing there among lots of Mercedes employees, all cheering for George. He spotted you and immediately hugged you. If it were under any other circumstance, you wouldn't have let him hug you when he was sweaty but in the heat of the moment, you couldn't say no. You congratulated him quickly as he needed to move on to the rest of the team.
You looked at your surroundings and caught Charles' already looking at you as he walked towards his team. He was slightly frowning at you, but when he turned to his team, his smile returned. Weird.
While the drivers were in the cooldown room, you had briefly congratulated the other drivers such as Lewis who finished fourth, Lando for finishing fifth, and Daniel who placed sixth. Not the best race results for them, but they were up in the points.
Standing near the podiums with a fairly good view, you watched as the three drivers were announced and took their respective places on the podium. You hadn't stopped smiling all this time, and now your cheeks were hurting but your smile didn't falter. From previous conversations, you knew that it was important for George to be on the podium near the beginning of the season.
After all the celebrations, the drivers headed towards the many cameras for media duties and you returned to your twin's motor home.
Twenty minutes later, you heard a knock on the door which confused you since you knew George would walk right in. You opened the door to see the winner of the race leaning against the doorframe.
"Hey, congratulations!" You smiled brightly and briefly hugged him, but it wasn't returned to the same level. You looked at him, confused "hold on, what are you doing here, aren't you supposed to be out, answering questions?"
"That's not that important right now" were his first words to you today.
You were about to question him but he spoke first "did our dates mean nothing to you?"
That's right, you and Charles went on a more than a few dates without your brother knowing about it. You were pretty sure he wasn't keen on you dating his friend which is why you two decided to tell him later. "Of course it did, I'm pretty sure you knew that" you replied, hinting at the fact that you had almost spent the night together but couldn't as you had early flights the next day.
"Then what's this?" He took your cap off your head. You finally knew what he was upset about and you chuckled. "Are you serious?"
"Clearly you're not" he still had the frown evident on his face.
"Charles, sweetheart, you know that my brother is a driver for Mercedes right? You do know that I support him as much as I support you"
"But this is better" he had his hands behind his back for this entire conversation and he finally revealed a Ferrari cap with the number 16 on it. He placed it on your head and finally, finally smiled at you.
You shook your head at his childish behaviour but you couldn't disagree that it was adorable. Not that you would ever tell him that as he wouldn't like that term. "Are you happy now?" You asked and he nodded, placing his arms around your waist.
"Now congratulate me" he smirked and you knew he wasn't talking about speaking, but was waiting for the action. "You are so lucky you won today or I would not be tolerating this behaviour from you" you mumbled before placing your lips on his.
The Monégasque started to deepen the kiss and pushed you further into the room but you placed your hands on his shoulders to stop him. "Oh no, no, no. We are not having sex for the first time in George's motor home. And you have some media duties to attend" Despite dating for a few weeks, you haven't slept together yet, not because you didn't want to, but due to the hectic schedules you weren't able to spend a night in peace.
He groaned but understood your point. "You're really gonna make me go back out like this?" You spotted smudges of your lipstick on his lips which you wiped away. "You brought that on yourself" looking down his body and let's just say it was quite evident in his race suit. He kissed you one more time before turning around to leave. "If it makes you feel better, we can properly celebrate at your place"
He shook his head with a grin on his face "Mon amour, that's the only thing I'll be thinking about now"
Once he left, you looked at yourself in the mirror with the red cap on. Needless to say, red looked good on you.
