in which, they take on a fun game of fooling the media, including everyone and everything in between. but what happens if their game turns to foul play?
or in which,
the girl who's given up on life because she has been down too many times, reconnect...
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024. | TETHER ME — AFTER HOURS, LANDO NORRIS
smut warning! entire chapter 🙈 (I do suggest you reread last chapter, since it has been a while).
Emery had always thought that Lando was beautiful, in the inside and on the outside. But his lips? His lips were absolutely perfect.
They were thin, yet plump enough. To Emery, they seemed like a blank canvas of subtle allure; one she was yet to and way too curious to discover. So delicate. Her gaze kept diverting from his almond lips to his remarkable eyes, she felt contemplated by him.
She found him divine, and she almost envied him for that. It felt like torture to her to not be able to feel them, like a prisoner held in captivity. She liked it when he would gently bite his lower lip with his front teeth whenever he was concentrated, but it was making Emery go insane as of now.
Lando's words then felt like liberty to her, "Emery?" His voice sounded raspy, desperate even. The girl finally moved her eyes back to his', away from his damn flawless and now slightly chapped lips. "Can I please kiss you?"
Every inch of her body wanted to shout back at him, but no words could leave her throat. So instead, she nodded her head at him. Showing him her consent, without the usage of her usual chatty mouth.
Lando threw his head back in annoyance. Not out of anger, but out of pure desperation. "Come on, Capaldi. Use your words." He tilted his head in the slightest way at her.
With a single finger he gently lifted her chin, locking her gaze with his own. "I need to hear you say it, Emery. I need to know for sure you want this—need this as much as I do." She melted at the feeling of his touch.
His eyes spoke a million words, he looked at her with such desperation, such weakness. She had full control over him, she had little to no idea what she was doing to him.
It took the brunette a few deep, deep breaths to answer. Nevertheless, they never broke eye contact once. Lando's finger was still supporting her chin, and it took away her breath.
