SHAMELESS, lewis hamilton¹

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Mirabella was struggling trying to put on one of her gold necklaces.

She had just changed into the clothes she would be wearing for media day, a black skirt and a sweater that she definitely hadn't stolen from Lewis. She wouldn't do something like that. That's crazy.

It wasn't like it was the first time it had happened anyway. She remembered when he first saw her in one of his sweaters and he had said, "I'm never going to see that again, am I?"

And she had replied with, "Yes, you will. On me."

His clothes were comfortable. Could you blame her? And they smelled like him. How couldn't she steal them?

She hated the small clasps of necklaces. Sometimes they worked must most of the time they didn't for whatever reason. They were too small for her to get a good grip and once again she failed to put it on.

She let out a groan and gave up. Then she straightened up as she remembered something, or someone. "Lewis!"

"Yeah?" he called from where he was in the bathroom.

"Can you come here and help me?"

Not even a second later did he come out, muttering, "Sure." He came up behind her and quickly understood what she wanted, taking ahold of the necklace for her. "Hold your hair up for me," he told her and she did as he said.

His fingers brushed against her skin as he put it on her, raising goosebumps at the warmth compared to her coldness, and she tried her best to not look at him too much in the mirror in front of her. But she was finding it difficult when he hadn't gotten far enough in dressing himself to have put on a shirt yet.

He managed it and she let go of her hair, and he fixed it so it laid down her back just how he knew she preferred it. Neat and clean. He looked into the mirror, amber and dark brown clashing. Then his eyes fell to the pendant of the necklace he just helped her with and a furrow formed between his eyebrows.

He turned her around, so she faced him and took it between his fingers, holding it up to get a better look at the familiar L shape. His thumb brushed over it and after a beat, he swore under his breath.

He let go of it and leaned down, placing his forehead against hers. Her heart picked up its pace, thundering inside her ribcage. It didn't help when he said, his voice low and almost out of breath in a way, "You drive me insane, do you know that, Mira?"

"Mhm," she bit her lip as she let out a hum. "You drive me insane too."

He smiled before he said, "Good." Then he placed a soft kiss on her lips, then on her cheek and he made his way down to her jaw and her neck, finding the spot he knew drove her mad.

A soft moan slipped from her lips and a furrow formed between her eyebrows as he continued, and his arms wrapped around her, pulling her flush against him.

If she didn't end this now, then they'd be here for ages. And that wasn't optional. They had places to be that they were soon going to be running late for and this didn't help. Why did it have to feel so good?

She placed her hand on his chest, softly pushing against him and she managed, "Lewis. We can't."

"Why not?" he asked, words against her skin.

"Because-" he nipped on her skin, making her stutter but she continued, "Because we have somewhere to be. Remember?"

"I do," he whispered into her skin. He didn't quite stop, he just went slower and placed open mouth kisses against her skin instead.

She was sure that was worse as it made her lose grip on reality, her rational thoughts slipping from her head. She let out a shaky breath and uttered, her voice breathy, "Shit."