Glitter: A Pierre Gasly Story

Chapter 22

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Surprise! It's Valentine's Day and I thought you all deserved a present - enjoy all the PEllie cuteness :)

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ELLIE'S POV

The next day Pierre had sponsor events while I spent the day doing virtual meetings with my team and the studio. It always shocked me how exhausted I was by just talking all day, and when Pierre texted me that he was on his way back to the hotel and asked if I'd be interested in a movie night, I'd been thrilled to just relax.

Pierre and I were stretched out on my bed, with a movie playing on the TV and a pizza between us. I'd eaten a slice, while Pierre had several and we both promised not to tell our trainers. We'd also opened a bottle of wine, and I'd drank more of it than I should, already feeling a little tipsy.

We'd been talking intermittently, sometimes about the movie, sometimes just random thoughts that came into our heads.

We hadn't said much for the last few minutes when a particularly steamy scene began. Most of the movie had been far-fetched, but as the couple were about to get down on the beach, I couldn't help but scoff.

"What was that?" Pierre asked from beside me.

"This scene. It's just silly. No one actually has sex on a beach," I replied, and Pierre laughed.

"People absolutely have sex on the beach. It's not particularly comfortable, sand and all, but it happens," he replied, and I let my mouth hang open.

"Are you telling me you've had sex on a beach?" I screeched at him, and he blushed deeply.

"Well. I mean. Yeah?" He replied and had the decency to seem bashful by it.

"My god! You really are a man whore," I replied and laughed until I couldn't breathe.

Pierre was pouting at my reaction, but I could tell he wasn't upset. Not really. "Okay, that's enough Ellie."

As I finally calmed down, I couldn't help the curiosity bubbling out of me. "What's it like?"

He blinked. "What's what like?"

"Having sex on a beach. Or in any public place." I clarified and he shifted uncomfortably on the bed.

"We're not having this conversation."

"Oh, come on, why not?" I whined.

"Because a gentleman never kisses and tells," he replied with a smirk, his eyes full of humor.

"What if we turn it into a game?" I asked, not letting the subject drop. I must have had more to drink than I thought.

"What game?" he asked coolly.

"Never have I ever?" I replied, thinking of the first thing I could. I'd never actually played, but I had in a movie I did a few years ago and felt like I remembered the rules.

He looked at me for a few minutes. "What are the rules?"

"What do you mean? I say something I've never done, and if you've done it, you put down a finger and drink. That's it right?"

"No, Ellie. I mean, what topics can we discuss? Is this a "never have I ever sky-dived" or "never have I ever fucked on a plane?"

I grimaced at his words, and I felt like he was watching me carefully, purposefully trying to put me off.

"Nothing's off limits," I replied, and he looked at me intently before nodding.

"You go first, Ell," Pierre said as he re-filled our wine glasses, and I noted it was the end of the bottle. Yeah, I'd definitely drank too much.