He's my teammate

15 - Heaven or Hell?

July 2024 - Hungarian Grand Prix 

God, it felt so good to be inside her again.

With every movement of their sweaty bodies, Max felt like he had buried himself alive and was completely content to choke on her for the rest of his life. No matter how long or short it would be. There was a part of him that knew he was going to hell, but the bigger part of him just wanted to enjoy the ride.

And what a ride it was.

From the moment their lips met, he knew it was all he wanted to do to her. Max wanted to take her, hide her and never let her leave his bed ever again. As he pulled her away from prying eyes at the Austrian Grand Prix, hiding her in the first closet he could find in a random garage. He hadn't even bothered to look at whose it was. All he knew is he wanted to hide her, hide her from whoever was going to take her from him again.

The moment the door closed behind them she was on him. Her arms were around his neck, then she was sliding them down his chest, up his chest, it was like she just wanted to feel him. It started off innocent enough, their lips toying along the fine line of a simple kiss to pure passion. The way her fingertips moved across his shirt barely gave enough pressure to touch the skin underneath.

Then suddenly, her fingertips dug in. Poking through his shirt and digging into the flesh of his chest. It was enough to snap him free of any restraints that might have been holding him. His hands slid down her frail body and grabbed her underneath her thighs lifting her onto him. She gasped, a sweet sound leaving her lips that made him moan slightly in response. He pushed her back until her back hit something hard, hard enough that he could lean back at look at her. Look at her stunning face, the one he had dreamed about over the months.

"Bella..." He started but she shook her head, grabbing a fistful of his shirt.

"No talking." Her breath was heavy as she yanked him closer to her. He smiled, his lips finding hers only to slip from her lips and trail down her chin, down her neck, and towards the collar of her shirt. He was on the hunt for more of those little sounds that he loved so much.

It wasn't long before she gasped so loud that he had to slide a hand over her mouth so no one would hear them. He groaned, his entire body melting into her. His head rested on her shoulder as she moaned, her hips moving against his own.

"God, I missed you." He breathed into her once he was finished.

"I missed you too." She smiled, placing a light kiss on his lips.

He was definitely going to hell. 

Since Arabella's job wasn't exactly something she could go back to, all she wanted was to spend as much time with Max and her brother as possible. More so the former. After Austria, her brother and her traveled to France. She spent most of her time with her brother hoping not to disturb Max, although it became obvious quickly that he didn't mind the distraction one bit.

It was a new feeling, not feeling like she was in the way while Max raced. Before she always had this nagging feeling that she was being annoying or in the way. Now it was different, he wanted her by his side every moment that he could. Everything that she was allowed to be a part of, he made sure she was.

When she couldn't be there, she tried to focus all her attention on her brother. For her, it felt like no time had passed since the last time she had seen him, but for him; it had been a year. She wanted to know everything. Despite it feeling like no time had passed, it was evident to her that she didn't know anything about her brother, not the one who was sitting beside her as they watched the race or across from her at dinner. He was a completely different person than the brother she had last seen.