Deals with Daisy // LN4

85 ~ The Night That Could Have Been

Daisy's POV

"You look gorgeous baby," Lando says quietly, hand reaching out to mine as I meet him out the front of the restaurant we had just had dinner and drinks at. I smile up at him, unable to stop as I step in closer, still enjoying the anonymity of the city when I lean into his side and wrap an arm around his waist while we wait for the car we'd used throughout the last couple of days after a weird incident with a fan on the subway on day 3 of being in New York. It was still warm despite being nighttime but I was wearing a coat to cover up my dress, still doing what I could to make sure we could fly under the radar.

"You're not so bad yourself hot stuff... God, I want a smoke," I add truthfully as we stand there, a passerby's smoke wafted into our faces as they walked in front of us. It causes Lando to cough in response but my eyes follow the figure as he continues on his way and I grip Lando's waist a little tighter, grateful that the city was too busy for anyone to notice us there as we embraced on the street. I'd seen how enamored Lando was when I first walked out and was now finding it was just growing as his hand moved inside my coat to move down from my hip to my ass as he pulls my hips into his. "But I won't," I finish with a sigh, turning to look at Lando who I could see was holding his breath - matching my energy with his black jeans and jacket.

"That's a good girl," he murmurs in my ear and I feel my body flush with the hot words as I look up at him and give him a quick peck on the lips. He seems to constantly be trying to drive me insane, especially as he refuses to give in, and while I'm not a sex addict... I am beginning to lose my mind. Especially when he says shit like that - I knew I liked being desired and wanted but that was a new level of praise kink that was really being hit. "Your chariot awaits," he grins, motioning at the car that has pulled up in the meantime and before he takes over from the parking attendant out the way to open the car door for me, a dazzling smile on his lips as I laugh for what must have been the ninetieth time in the last two hours. When we're settled, we say a quick hello to Liam, the driver we've had all day before he pulls away, taking us to our second last stop before we head back to the UK tomorrow.

Despite my best efforts to prove to Lando that I was truly accepting his affection, he still hadn't laid a hand on me. Well, actually that's not strictly true but I couldn't lie - soon oral was not going to cut it for me. It was great but I just wanted him and I was starting to lose my sanity as a result of it. Not that I'd tell him - my pride was just enough intact to prevent me from doing that - although even that was fading fast.

Between some work and some meetings, the last few days in New York had been amazing. Lando and I didn't actually speak about what we had said at the match but it was great, I knew he'd heard me and he made it clear in every way. I worked in the mornings and then afternoons shopping or in Central Park relaxing and reading - it was all the most fun ever. We'd had a horse-drawn carriage and ran through the fountains with kids under the baking sun before racing around the landmarks. It was good to acknowledge that there were going to be difficult things in our future. He knew all of that and still wanted to move forward because, like me, he saw there wasn't an option for us not to. Some of it was stuff we wouldn't be able to control but we were going to have each other and that was what would matter. He had heard me when I'd explained my fears and he'd listened. It was clear in the small details over the last couple of days and the way he followed my lead around work.

For once my life almost did have some sort of balance. I didn't need to worry about spending time with my partner in case a work call came in because it just meant I could relay the information to Lando even more easily. However, his presence and smile, the option of doing something more fun also made me really think whether it was actually more important than what was right in front of me. Perhaps my therapist had been right and this was the balance I was looking for after all. However - it was still very early days, so I was trying not to get too far ahead of myself.