Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

I Like The Way You Kiss Me | George Russell

Authors Note: *Slightly* spicy story, 18+

Done in 3rd person POV. 
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George and Emma knocked back their fourth consecutive shot of the night, both refusing to stand down from a bet Alex placed on who would tap out first. If anyone was competitive when it came to partying and drinking it was the two of them. They were like two peas in a pod. Alex just liked to egg them on, because they were a source of entertainment for the friend group whenever they were together. 

George and Emma had been good friends for a long time. They met when he was racing in Silverstone, where Emma had attended her first race with some friends. Meeting in the bar following his podium finish, they became inseparable ever since. Emma grew up watching F1 with her dad and brother and often made it to some of the races. As a result, she grew close to George's good friends Alex and Lando.

She decided to join him in Miami for the Grand Prix. After the race, there was a big party, and they were both excited to join in and have fun with some of the drivers. George secured P3 in the race, so there was even more reason to celebrate. The nightclub was buzzing with energy. Miami clubs were no joke, even though it was new to the race calendar, the drivers loved letting off some steam after the race itself. Everyone was dancing, laughing, and having a great time. Not one soul was sober amongst the friend group thanks to Danny nonstop buying shots and bottles.  

While they were dancing, George suddenly turned to Emma with a playful smirk. "Em, let's kick this bet Alex started up a notch," he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Emma laughed, shaking her head. "No way, Georgie! I can definitely outdrink you, wouldn't want to see you loose in front of all your buddies."

"Alright, then," he said, raising an eyebrow. "Whoever can't handle their liquor the longest....hmmm... has to text their crush that they like them. Deal?"

Emma grinned, feeling confident but also slightly anxious. "Deal! But get ready to lose Russell."

The challenge was on. They started with more shots, clinking their glasses together and downing the drinks in one go. They felt the rush of adrenaline with each burning shot going down their throats. The other drivers noticed their little competition and cheered them on, making it even more exciting for them. They eventually moved on to cocktails, each trying to stay steady as the night went on.

A few hours had passed and the party continued to be raging. George and Emma danced, laughed and kept drinking, determined for one of them to win the bet. But as the night wore on, it became clear that the alcohol was starting to take its toll. They both realized they hardly had any water all night.

Emma was the first to admit loss, despite hating to loose. She just knew she couldn't handle another sip of liquid that wasn't water. She leaned against the bar, giggling and hardly able to stand up on her own. "Okay, okay, Georgie boy. You win. I can't drink anymore."

George, looking a bit unsteady himself, laughed and patted her shoulder. "Told you I'd win, Em. I always win. Now, whip our your telly, it's time to send that text to some lucky guy."

Emma's heart pounded in her chest. She had been dreading this moment because her crush was closer to her than he thought. She had liked him for a long time but never had the courage to tell him. But a bet was a bet and the alcohol gave her a little extra courage she would never have if she was sober.

She pulled out her phone, her hands shaking slightly and typed out a message. "Hey Georgie boy, I need to tell you something. I've liked you for a long time. It's you, it's always been you." She hesitated, afraid that this revelation would ruin their amazing friendship. Before she could change her mind, she hit send and threw her phone across the bar counter.

She laughed and George's eyes looked sad? He was weirdly hoping he was getting a text message from the girl he had secretly also crushed on for a while now. He too was afraid like Emma, that revealing his feelings for her would crumble their friendship.

However, a few seconds later, George's phone buzzed. He looked at the screen, and his eyes widened as he read the message. He looked up at Emma, his expression a mix of surprise and something else she couldn't quite read.

"Love... don't play around. You're serious?" he asked, stepping closer to her and closing the gap between them.

Emma nodded, biting her lip. "Yeah, I am." he smiled, a big, genuine smile that made Emma's heart flutter. "You have no idea how happy that makes me," he said softly. Then, he leaned in and closed the distance between their lips. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck while his hands were placed around her lower back, pressing her closer into him.

The kiss was everything Emma and George had dreamed of. It was sweet and tender, yet filled with all the emotions they had kept hidden for so long. When they finally pulled away, they were both breathless and smiling at each other. 

"Let's get out of here," George whispered, still holding her close. "My hotel isn't far." Emma agreed, her heart racing with excitement. They left the club, walking hand in hand through the lively streets of Miami. When they reached his hotel, the elevator ride was excruciatingly painful as they tried hard to keep their hands to themselves.

They barely made it through the door of George's hotel room before they were kissing again, more passionately this time, like they were hungry to taste each other. George lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He pulled away for a moment to ask her, "are you sure you want this, love?"

"More than you know, now shut up and kiss me, i like the way you kiss me" she moaned. 

With that, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. He lightly bit her lip, slipping his tongue into her mouth, fighting with hers for dominance. Emma responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck. They moved together towards the bed, their kisses growing more urgent and needy. Emma felt heat spreading throughout her body.

His hands moved to the hem of Emma's dress, his fingers brushing against her skin as he lifted it over her head. She shivered at his touch, her body responding to his every movement. Emma helped George out of his shirt, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles as she pushed it off his shoulders. Their clothes fell away piece by piece, until they were both standing bare before each other. 

Emma felt self conscious until George let out a groan while tracing his finger down the middle of her stomach. "So gorgeous love, don't you dare hide yourself from me" he breathed.

George's lips traveled lower down her body. He began peppering kisses from her collarbone, to the swell of her breast and down her stomach. Emma felt every kiss, yearning for more. She tugged at his hair, pulling him back up to kiss her again.

"Georgeeeee," she whispered, her voice filled with need. He didn't need any more encouragement. He used his knee to push her legs apart and she was eager to spread her legs for him. He lined himself with her, looking into her eyes one last time for confirmation. Emma nodded, biting her lip, the anticipation killing her. He lifted one of arms above her head, intertwining their fingers as he entered her gently.

"Yes, oh god, yes," she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. The sweet burning feeling of George inside her made her back arch, a delicious mixture of pleasure and pain. 

It was safe to say as the two embarked on a soul tying experience through the rest of the night, they had certainly crossed the line of friendship into something more meaningful. 

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Next up is mr. tripod himself, Pierre! Haven't done one for him in a while. Do you guys want me to tell you who is next at the end of every chapter, or would you rather be surprised? ❤️