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Requested: Yee on Tumblr (tbh i was 🤏 this close to changing it to Ralf. idk why but I'm on my Ralf arc rn, lmk if I should start writing for him <3)
Warnings: mentioned nudity
Summary: Sleepy hugs in the morning. Need I say more?
W.C. 1101
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It was too early to function, in your opinion. Half seven in the morning may seem late to people like your race car driver boyfriend, Paul, but to you, it was too damn early to function. Rolling over in bed to hide in Paul's side, you notice he's not there. In fact, he had not been there for a while since his side was completely cold.
You groaned as you got out of the warm blankets and found one of Paul's many sweatshirts lying around before throwing it on. You walk out of your room and are met with a familiar smell, but you can't tell exactly what it is in your drowsy state.
You walk into the kitchen and see Paul standing over the stove. He was wearing grey sweatpants and no shirt as he was making what looked like a burnt egg. You held your breath as you crept up behind him before snaking your arms around his waist quickly, causing him to quickly look back at you leaning against his back.
"Are you trying to kill me?" You mumbled as you laid your head on his shoulder, already planning to fall back asleep. "That looks burnt. I don't think Gigi would approve."
"I tried, okay?" He chuckled as he dumped the burnt eggs into the trash and began a new omelet. Once it started cooking, he took one hand off the skillet (skrittle) to rest it against your arm. "Are you falling asleep again? Or have you died?"
"I mean my heart is still beating. Only for you of course," You joked halfheartedly, leaning back on his shoulder to look up at him. "I was planning on going back to sleep. You're just too comfy, but I don't want to leave you alone and risk burning the apartment down."
"You're so cheezy, I love you," He teased, leaning over to press a small kiss to your forehead. He turned his attention back to the omelet just in time to flip it are the right time, and it landed back in the pan perfectly.
"You're so domestic. I love you," You joked back, pulling away to make you both cups of coffee/tea and set them at the table. "So what's the plan for today?"
"As far as I know, we have nothing planned," he replied, dishing up the omelet he made to share with you as he also grabbed some fruits he had cut up earlier before sitting next to you at the table. "We can do whatever you want."
"That's a slippery slope, Aron. Don't give me that much power."
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That night, Paul was pulled into a last minute mandatory call with Toto Wolff and Mercedes about who knows what at this point. You took it upon yourself to make dinner, one of Paul's favorites. He was pacing around in the living room as you busied yourself in the kitchen.
You were just pulling it out of the oven when he ended the call, and you just set it down when he wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up. He spun you around in a few circles, causing you both to laugh before he placed you back on your feet as you turned in his arms.
"I assume it was a good call?" You asked, wrapping your arms around his neck as you both made eye contact. His only response was to pull you close and kiss you hard, leaving no room between you. Despite not wanting to pull away, he pulled back with a huge smile on his lips. "Wow, that good, huh?"
"Guess who has a seat in F2 next season!" He exclaimed, tightening his hold on your waist as he bounced back and forth on his heels, unable to stand still.
"Hmm, let me guess. Dino?" You teased, causing his face to fall in mock offense as he froze entirely. You laughed at his expression before going back on your word, "No. Definitely not. I'm pretty sure it has to be Zak!"
He gaped at your exclamation as he rolled his eyes, "No. You've got one last guess."
"Oh, one last guess? I better guess..." you hesitated in mock joking again to get a raise out of him, "Ralf?"
"Oh, you're just fucking with me!" He shouted, pulling you in for a bone crushing hug again, swinging you around once again. "It's me! I'm getting a seat!"
"I couldn't tell!" You laughed as you tightened your hold on his shoulders. He set you down with a sharp glare as you smiled back at him. "I'm kidding. I figured as much. That's why I made your favorite food."
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It was too early to function, in your opinion, but you would not dare to oversleep on a day like today. Today was Paul's first day in Formula 2, and you wanted to surprise him with breakfast in bed.
You carefully crawled out of bed, struggling to release Paul's arms from your torso, and snuck out of the room. You made it to the kitchen where Ralf was making oatmeal or something already.
"How did you get in here?" You whisper shouted as you walked toward Ralf. "I was going to make him breakfast in bed. You ruined my surprise, Ralf!"
"I have a key, did you forget?" Ralf chuckled as he set two bowls in front of you. "You can take it to him. I'll hide out here and make the protein shakes."
"Let me check on him first. I'll bring him out here," You responded, turning around and heading back into your shared room to find Paul not in the bed. You looked around and saw the light in the bathroom on as well as the sound of the shower turning off. You gave him a couple of seconds before walking in, seeing him with a towel around his waist as he ran his hand threw his blond locks. You walked up behind him as he finished pulling on his boxers and jeans, wrapping your arms around him as he did so. "You'll never guess who broke into the apartment."
"Gigi or Ralf? My money's on Ralf," he laughed, leaning back into your embrace.
"Ding ding ding, we have a winner!" You replied in mock enthusiasm, jumping up to place a kiss on his cheek, immediately feeling the roughness. You pulled back quickly and made a face at Paut through the mirror, "Dang, you need to shave. I'm going to eat the food Ralf made!"
With that, you left him to finish up in the bathroom as you got started with your day.
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