CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT | Charles Leclerc

Chapter 16

Charles' pov

Goddess.

The only word in the dictionary to describe how out-of-this-worldly she looked.

Everything, from that dress that perfectly sat on her hips, to her hair that fell perfectly over her shoulders.

I wished I could just stay there forever. Looking at her. All of her.

I didn't even take a moment to worry about how embarrassing I must've looked, stood in the middle of an apartment reception area staring at the girl if known for 2 days (it's insane I know).

The thought of taking her lips to mine is consuming me. I need her. I can't be her friend, it would kill me.

"Luci." I break eye contact, I can't deal with looking at her, or else I think my feelings would completely take over. "I can't do this. I don't think we can just be friends."

The silence fills the room, so much tension flows around us, it's as though we are the only two people in the world.

Suddenly, she breaks the tension. "What?" She looks at me, almost confused - although it may be curiosity. Or mischief...

"Luci. You make me feel breathless. I've known you for less than a week yet all I seem capable of thinking about is you... Fuck." I pause in an attempt to catch my breath. "I need to hold you, kiss you, something that will suffice this exploding feeling inside of me."

She steps toward me, now, removing all the left over room that was between us.

Suddenly, her lips are smashing into mine. Nothing is delicate about this kiss, it's desperate, aggressive, but completely right and everything I wanted. Her body feels warm against mine, sending me deeper into her hold - demanding for more.

Our tongues met and immediately knew their way around each other as we battled for more room in one another. I couldn't even worry for a moment about her lipstick which was probably smearing across the lower half of my face. All I could focus on was her and how she felt against my body.

Every pull away for a quick breath felt cold - as if I from now on always needed to be connected to her for any sense of warmth. I wished I could stay there, against her, forever but I knew we'd have to pull away eventually.

Unfortunately, that eventually, was now when we were rudely interrupted by a million camera flashes.

Shit.

I don't know when it happened, but somehow paparazzi had found us here. At her apartment. I knew immediately that this was a mistake, this would end up all over gossip news forums and sites. Everyone would probably work out where she lives and harass her. Fuck. This is all my fault.

-Authors Note-
THEIR FIRST KISS!!!! Also this chapter is a massive f u to the invasive paparazzi because they suck xoxo
Anywayssss, hope you enjoyed this chapter!! Just a warning, I've never written a fic before and especially haven't written any smut/kissing scenes so PLEASE bare with if they're not brilliant, I'm trying 😩
ALSO p4 for Charles? Slay. McLaren 2nd and 3rd? Slay. OSCARS FIRST PODIUM? IN HIS ROOKIE YEAR? Biggest slay.
Love you lots,
Bels xo