SHAMELESS, lewis hamilton¹

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The teammates hadn't spoken since the situation happened on Kimi's yacht. Not that Lewis hadn't tried. He didn't know exactly what happened or if it was his fault. But even if it wasn't, he still felt the need to apologise for it. He wanted to ask her what happened, what made her mood shift so drastically, but he knew that that was pushing it too far. What he could do though was apologise. If only she didn't make it so difficult.

They had reached Wednesday, the days passing into the race week, and they still hadn't talked. No teasing remarks or insults thrown around. Not even a single argument.

It was so strange. He wasn't used to it. It was almost ironic when you think about the fact that usually they never spoke before. The only words that would be exchanged were through fights, and now when they weren't even doing that, it felt wrong.

It wasn't like he missed talking to her or hearing her voice or anything, but she had this fire in her that he loved to ignite.

They had been forced to speak in 'teammate therapy' as their PR managers called it, but she spoke as little as possible. It annoyed him immensely. It was more than he got in the team debriefs earlier in the week, where she spoke to everyone but him. Not that that wasn't normal. She usually didn't, but it bothered him more than it usually did.

The car ride back to hers was silent. The air practically crackled with the need for words to fill the tense silence, but none of them would budge. Lewis knew now that Mirabella couldn't ignore him forever. Not when they were assigned by their personal trainers to begin working out together as a bonding type of thing.

Lewis followed after her after she parked her black Lamborghini Countach. Her steps were hurried, like she was getting ready to ignore him for the rest of the day. The thought made his eyes narrow in frustration.

He had had enough of her ignoring him.

They entered her house and he watched as she hurried through taking off her shoes and she made her way to the stairs. "Mira," he called out to her, his firm tone making her stop just as her foot stepped onto the first step.

She didn't say anything, just turned her head towards him showing that she was listening.

He took slow steps toward her, stopping next to her so he could look into her eyes instead of the side of her face. Her amber eyes were still as cold as they were the day before and the day before that, until they came to Friday after whatever had happened by the bar on Kimi's yacht. He asked her plainly, "Are you planning on ignoring me forever?"

"That was the plan, yes," she replied, nodding her head with a nonchalant expression.

He rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "You can't. This ignoring thing's done now."

Her eyes narrowed at him. "Don't boss me around," she seethed and moved to walk up the stairs again.

Oh, no you don't.

His hand shot out, capturing her wrist in his grasp, feeling the coldness of her skin meet his. Her head snapped towards him and there it was. That fire. Finally.

Instead of telling her she couldn't ignore him, he asked her, "When did you work out last?"

A furrow formed between her eyebrows and with a hint of hesitation, she answered, "... Yesterday."

"What? Arms? Back? Legs?"

"... Upper body in general."

"Good," he nodded and told her, "Then we'll do legs. Meet you in around five minutes."

He walked around her and she turned swiftly, following him as he walked past her on the stairs. There was a frown on her face, which he found highly amusing. "What?"