"What are you doing here?" - I had a shocked face looking at him as he lay under me. I suddenly sat up, but stayed on his lap.
He winced and grabbed my waist with both hands - "Move carefully."
"What's wrong?" - I asked him worriedly as he held me tight.
"Nothing." - he licked his mouth - "Just be gentle with me, please." - he lowered his eyes.
As I followed his gaze, I realized where I was sitting.
"Uh, erm..." - I blushed and didn't know what to do. Should I try to get off him or stay as I am? The only thing in my mind was that only a few layers of textiles separated us from each other and the material of our training clothes was not very thick.
"Is this your first time?" - he asked with a half smile.
"Of what?" - I asked confused.
"You don't look comfortable in this position." - he smirked.
"Oh don't worry, I feel very comfortable." - I gently moved my hips in his lap.
"Okay" - he stopped me by my thighs - "We can do this all day, but then let's find a more comfortable place, because the ground here is quite hard." - he smirked.
"You should tell me your name first." - I laughed.
"If that's the only thing holding you back." - he told with a smug face - "I am Charles Leclerc." - his voice was full of confidence.
I leaned forward, put both of my hands beside his head and looked deep into his eyes. As I moved my hips again, he glanced to my mouth and I heard him sigh. My body acted like it was time to continue what I did not manage to finish in the morning and I was a little afraid that my enthusiasm would leave a stain on his pants.
"Nice to meet you, Charles." - I told him in a soft voice, while my eyes wandered from his eyes to his lips.
He bit his lower lip, then suddenly burst out laughing. - "Say that again."
"What?" - I didn't understand what happened or what I did wrong. I started to feel very ashamed as I leaned back.
"Say my name again." - he tried to hold back his laughter.
"Charles?" - I said uncertainly.
"I thought I have already heard every version of my name, but you managed to surprise me with a new one." - he shook his head with a huge grin on his face.
"Are you seriously making fun of my pronunciation?" - I glowered.
"No, of course not. I love that." - he couldn't wipe the smile off his face.
"Yeah, I see. I won't ever say that again, I swear." - I was offended. I got up from his lap and started to walk away.
"No, please. I didn't mean." - he reached for my hand, but I was already too far away.
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FanfictionWhen you move to a new country, you need new friends. Maybe with benefits. Or only the benefits.