Moscow Mule - [Pierre Gasly]

XIX

           "You look so pretty, mon amour."

Azar flicked her eyes up to look at Pierre through the reflection of the mirror as she swiped a red lipstick over her lips. "Thank you," she muttered, leaning in closer and using the nail of her pink to move the tiny bit away to make it perfect. " So gorgeous," Pierre continued, his hands falling on her hips as he showed up behind her. He had been waiting, dying, to see what she looked like as she had disappeared into his bathroom for what felt like hours ago. Her dress was glittery, falling down to just above her knees, the long, wide sleeves elegantly covering her arms, her shoulders bare. Her hair was up in a ponytail, and it gave him the perfect opportunity to drop his lips to her skin. Azar shivered at the feeling of his stubble against her shoulder, and he looked up at her again with that glint of mischief in his hues that made her think of last night, when they were in the same position and he one of her legs on the counter, and he was pound-... You know the rest.

Physically, she barely had any rest since she practically moved into his home in Milan after they talked everything out a week ago. But she felt like her head had cleared so much, and actually having nothing on her schedule for nearly three weeks lifted a pressure off her shoulders that made her feel like a better person. Tonight, they were going to have dinner with Nadri and Daria who were also in Milan. Azar looked forward to seeing her friends again, as she hadn't seen them in quite a while because she had so much on her plate. "We have to leave in five minutes," Azar replied. "And you can't ruin my lipstick... Again," she said, making him chuckle. "I got your clutch already," Pierre said, pointing at the small bag she wanted to take and he put on the counter. "Thank you, baby," Azar said, checking her appearance one more time before she reached for it and took it. Pierre held the door of his apartment open as she walked out, his hand slapping her ass as he couldn't resist when she walked by him with those pretty heels on her feet and her long legs on display.

She looked over her shoulder with a raised brow, yet she didn't say anything, as she had gotten used to it. "Nadri was complaining you took me from him," Pierre chuckled when they stepped into the elevator to get down to the underground parking lot. "Says the guy who's with my best friend?" Azar said, causing Pierre to nod with a laugh. "I'm happy we get to go on double dates now," she said, her hand finding his and entwining with his fingers. He moves their hands to his lips to kiss the back of hers. "I'm just happy that you're happy," he replies, making her smile. They got out at the underground parking ground and Pierre unlocked his Ferrari, the lights flashing as he pressed the button on the keys. He opened the door for her and let her get in first as he moved around the car to sit down behind the wheel. Azar placed her purse in her lap, texting Daria to let her know they were on the way, and then put it back in her bag. Pierre got the car onto the road and moved his hand to her knee. His palm felt warm, burning on her cold skin, rough and calloused from his training.

It had taken her some time to realize she had fallen in love with Pierre. Because of her quick flings and facade she used to keep up, she had forgotten what those feelings were like. And God, it had nearly given her a panic attack. It was silent between them, but Pierre's fingers gently moved back and forth on her skin, creating this buzz in her lower abdomen, making her heart sink a little in her chest in the best way, causing the goosebumps to rise on her skin. If they only had fifteen more minutes, she'd let this man pull over and crawl over the center console without thinking. But they hadn't. Azar snapped out of her trance and looked out of the window to find out they were nearing the restaurant already. Pierre pulled up in front of it, exciting the car and opening her door for her. His hand moved to the small of her back, guiding her to the entrance. He dropped off his keys at the valet and went inside with her. The hostess walked with them to their table, where Daria and Nadri were already seated. Daria's face lit up at the sight of her friend, and she got up from her chair to greet her.