"Cause you and I, we were born to die.."
Or
In which:
Lolita rozier "lita" and max verstappen despise each other that much that they can't stop thinking About one another.
Real life
Started: 28/9/23
Finished:
Book 1 of 'young and reckless' series
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"Okay lita, that is plan B we are going for" Alex spoke up through the mic "that is plan B"
After sneaking back out of her retirement room yesterday, the brunette had managed to score p4 while her teammate had managed to still get pole of p1 even with an injured knuckle there was honestly nothing that seemed to put a damping on his driving skills.
The paddock seemed to be even busier than the day before with most of the seats taken up or being guarded by a friend
She always forgot how big ass the country was.
"Got it" the brunette hummed as she focused on turning the 7th corner and defending the Mercedes that seemed to be up her ass
The Netherlands was never one of her strongest suits like Monza was but the past few years she had been driving there she still managed to pull p7 or above.
The hum of the car was ringing through her ears like a bird chirping as she kept a steady pace that was easy enough to pick up on if needed but she felt a tinge of annoyance as one of the brits behind her tried to take over
"Who the hell is that pest" lita scoffed over the mic as she came on to the 68th lap of the track
"That happens to be the lovely George Russel-" Alex began before he got caught off "tell him to move his ass"
"Lita we've been over this" Alex tutted as she slowed down for the 3rd turn
"What? He's up my ass" lita grumbled as her grip on the steering wheel tightened "lucky I can't get out of the car and kick his butt back to whatever posh tea he came from" that brought out a laugh.
"Just focus on the race rozier" now that caused an eye roll in response as she turned off the mic god she would kill for some Taylor Swift right about now
The race had been going pretty smooth for most of it bar fighting the red car that had become a sight for sore eyes in front of her for a few laps.
After pressing down on the accelerator more as it came to the 70th lap, the French girl had become bored of playing duck and goose with the Brit behind her and thought it was time to make the race a little more interesting before the race came to an end
"How far ahead is sainz" lita spoke up as she plummald down towards the 14th turn.
"Uh around 5.679" Alex spoke up as he read the data spread across his screen, lita never understood how he could do it each week
"Great" a Cheshire like smile spread across her lips as she crossed the line for the last lap and began to catch wind.
The red car was hard to miss even for those trying to avoid it which is why it didn't take to long for lita to begin breaking later and taking sharper turns
"Okay lita, you have 4 more turns before the race ends and drs is coming up" perfect.
Biting down on her lip lita hit down on the yellow button allowing the rear wings to open and the wind to flow like a ballerina gracefully through it
But by the time lita had gathered enough speed to try over take the Spaniard on the 14th turn it was to late...
"That is p4 lita, well done" Christian's voice rang through her mic as the sound of cheers began to overwhelm and over power the sound of the crying engine
"Thank you" the brunette grinned under her helmet, p4? Not bad "thank you everyone".
As she turned to do a cool down lap she couldn't stop it before it slipped out "how did max do?"
"He got p1" she couldn't help the warm feeling gathering in her chest at the knowledge that he had done well, it wasn't an everyday thing that a driver got a win in their home race. __________________________________
The fireworks were bright and radiant as everyone began to crowd down at the podium
The view of max, Lewis and Carlos on the podium receiving their trophies was quite a the sight for sore eyes.
Lita stood down at the bottom beside engineers, mechanics and just about everyone from the red bull garage showing support for their leading driver winning his home race yet again
Her brunette hair was laying in waves behind her shoulder and the upper piece of the suit was tied around her waist loosely as she drank from her bottle.
As the Dutch anthem began to play, the Dutch driver stood tall and proud with that all to familiar smirk playing on his lip
His blue eyes wondered around the crowd searching for the familiar honey coloured ones that made him feel comfort but once they actually locked he felt a tug on his heart.
He didn't know why but actually seeing Lonnie down in the swarm off people watching up at him with a proud grin made it 10x better to win than it usually did
He couldn't help himself from winking at her causing a blush to spread across her golden coloured skin that reminded him of the time they had spent not to long ago in the Bahamas but before he could do anything more teasing to wind the French girl up it was time for the champagne.
It wasn't long until the podium had cleared up and lita made her way down to her retirement room so that she could change out of the sweaty suit and into something more light and comforting
But by the time she turned the corner she felt a pair of strong hands grasp onto her waist and pull her against the wall.
Before she had time to let out a yelp she felt a pair of soft lips on her own and she couldn't help rolling her eyes as she melted into the kiss
Max.
Lita let out a small giggle as she felt him trail small kiss down her jaw to her neck
"Max!" She scolded through a laugh as her hands trailed up to the back of his neck but it seemed her tone didn't discourage the Dutch man but rather egged him on.
"What? I deserve a treat for winning" he mumbled against her neck as he sucked on her skin lightly
"We're in the hall, someone is going to see" she let out a small whimper as she lent her head to the side.
"Who cares" he squeeze her waist lightly before pulling away from her neck and pushing a strand off hair behind her ear
lita couldn't help but roll her eyes at his response this man. "Congratulations mr verstappen".
"Why thank you Miss rozier" max grinned lazily but cockily as he pulled her closer to his chest
"Your all sweaty" lita screwed her nose up but didn't make any effort to pull away.
"You don't seem to mind to much" he taunted as he rubbed the back of her neck "how about we go back to my retirement room so I can get my reward?"
She felt butterflies swarm her belly "oh really? Who said you were getting a reward"
Now that made the Dutch man's pupil darken slightly as he leaned down to be more level with her "I've always had a sweet tooth Lonnie and I think I want to begin with you for dessert"
Lita felt her cheeks heat up as she slapped the Dutchman's chest lightly as he let out a deep chuckle .
Taking her hand gently, max lead the still blushing brunette down the quiet halls and towards his driver room before he spoke up ahIn "hey Lonnie?"
Lita looked up at him amused "yes max?"
"Let me take you on a date?"
Au note// hope you chickens enjoyed this chapter I wasn't to sure if that good still I'm still getting use to writing race scenes, felt like a ballon yesterday when I though the next race was this weekend :( xx
