SHAMELESS, lewis hamilton¹

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Mirabella wasn't quite sure how they had gotten to the topic of motorcycles, but they got there anyway.

Actually, no, wait. She remembered. They had begun talking about MotoGP and then after a while, Lewis mentioned the fact that he owned a motorcycle—which she technically already knew since she saw it when she first arrived in the garage.

But then she mentioned that she's never ridden on a motorcycle and she really should have known what the consequences of her words were going to be.

"No, Lewis," she hissed at him, shooting him a glare. "It's not happening."

"Why not?" he asked with a confused look on his face. "Are you scared or something?"

"I-" she stuttered, feeling heat spread up her neck. "Maybe... a little."

Now he seemed even more confused and he gave her a look, "You are aware that you drive a Formula One car that goes up to three hundred kilometres per hour, right?"

"Yes," she rolled her eyes and defended herself, "But that has four tyres. That's safe. A contraption with only two, that's fucking not. I'm not getting on that thing."

"Oh, come on, Mira," he pleaded with her, taking her hands in his which made her look at him suspiciously. "It's not like you're driving it. I will. And you're safe with me. You trust me, right?"

She narrowed her eyes, almost like she was thinking, "Should I? You have pushed me off track on purpose multiple times. I don't know if that's the best pillar for trust, Lew."

"Oh, come on," he let out, taking her face in his hands, rubbing her cheeks softly and he leaned closer, brushing his lips against hers. Then he pressed a soft kiss against them, making her heart skip a beat, "Pretty," then he pressed another one against her lips, just with enough pressure to make her go dizzy, "Please."

She let out a shaky breath, eyes fixated on his lips as she whispered, "This is manipulation."

"Hm. Maybe," he whispered and made sure he was just close enough for her to anticipate his touch, but just not touching. "Is it working?"

"Maybe."

His smile was hopeful, "Is that a yes?"

She was totally going to regret it. "Yes."

His grin was immediate and she almost got lost in the way his eyes brightened. Almost.

"But if I die, I will haunt your ass."

He nodded like she was some higher up in the military and he was just a soldier, "Seems fair." Then he grinned, excitedly grabbing her hand and pulling her with him, making her gasp as she was taken by surprise.

Just before exiting he let go of her hand and went into another room, shortly after coming back with two black helmets. He passed her one of them, keeping the other one before he captured her hand again and led her into the elevator.

Soon she was tapping her foot on the cement of the ground, watching the motorcycle with narrowed eyes feeling stress building up in her gut. But then Lewis stepped in front of her again and suddenly she calmed. A little. Her heart was still beating furiously in her chest.

Almost like she was trying to distract herself, she joked, "How many girls have you taken for a ride on that then?"

She watched as his lips twitched up into a small smile and as he took a step closer, taking a hold of the helmet she held in her hands and unclasped the strap, he said softly and so genuinely, "You're the only one."

She couldn't look away from him, like he had captured her soul or something. She let him brush her hair back, so it made it easier when he pulled the helmet over her head. Almost like she was trying to distract herself she said, "You're an idiot."