LIGHTS OUT - A Lando Norris fanfic

Chapter Seventeen

Author's Note: Short and fun chapter to maybe distract us slightly (not possible) from the race today - what even was that :)

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Florence stirred, blinking sleepily as she became aware of Lando's arm draped over her waist, his breathing soft and steady beside her. She turned her head slightly, finding his eyes already open, watching her with a gentle smile.

"Good morning," he whispered, his voice husky from sleep.

"Morning," she replied, her voice soft, a small smile playing on her lips.

For a moment, they lay there in comfortable silence, the events of the previous night replaying in their minds. Finally, Florence broke the silence.

"Lando," she began, her cheeks flushing slightly as she gathered her thoughts. "We can't keep doing this. Last night... it can't happen again."

Lando's smile didn't waver, but a glint of sarcasm crept into his voice. "Sure, okay," he said, his tone light, his thumb gently caressing her hip. "If that's what you want."

Florence sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and attraction. "I'm serious. This... complicates things."

He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her with a mixture of amusement and sincerity. "I get it, Fleur. It's fine, we're on the same page."

"Really? Because it really doesn't feel like it..." Florence replied, her voice edged with doubt.

"Yeah, of course, I understand," Lando said, his tone casual, almost dismissive. "I'd never want to do something you weren't comfortable with in the moment... so I get it, we're good."

"Okay..." Florence replied suspiciously. "I suppose I better pack so we can get going."

"Want some breakfast?" Lando asked, still sounding casual and unfazed.

"Uh... yeah, I guess so," Florence replied, still confused by his demeanour.

As they ate breakfast, the tension between them eased slightly, but Florence couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty. Lando's nonchalance was both comforting and frustrating.

After packing and checking out, Lando opened the car door for her. "Ready to head back?"

Florence nodded, sliding into the passenger seat. "Yeah, let's go."

The drive back was filled with easy conversation, talking about work, sharing jokes, and discussing the upcoming Miami weekend. The light-hearted conversation and shared laughter helped dissipate some of the tension from earlier.

The soft hum of the engine and the gentle melody of their playlist filled the car as Florence and Lando drove back from the wedding. They were cocooned in the quiet intimacy of the car, lost in their thoughts as the miles passed by.

Florence glanced at Lando, his profile bathed in the soft glow of the dashboard lights, as his eyes focused on the road ahead. Her gaze lingered on his hands, big and veiny, resting confidently on the steering wheel. A sudden rush of warmth flooded her as she imagined those hands exploring her skin, igniting a fire within her that she struggled to contain.

Lando's voice cut through her reverie, pulling her back to reality. "You good?" he asked suddenly, Florence looked over to find a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Mhm," Florence replied nodding, her voice barely above a whisper. But her mind was elsewhere, consumed by the thoughts that his hands had sparked.

Lando pulled his hand away from the steering wheel, placing it on her thigh, giving a small squeeze. She gave a small gasp, caught off guard by the sudden touch.

"Still good?" Lando asked, his voice low and husky.

Florence tried to compose herself, her breath coming in shallow gasps but before she could Lando moved his hand higher on her thigh, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "Don't ignore me," he said softly, his voice tinged with a hint of command.

Florence swallowed hard, her body trembling with anticipation. "Uh, yeah, I'm fine," she managed to say, her voice unsteady.

"Good," he said simply, his tone tinged with satisfaction as he focused his attention back on the road ahead. But the air between them crackled with tension, the unspoken desire hanging heavy in the car as they drove on into the night. He was going to make this difficult Florence realised.

When they finally arrived at Florence's house, the sun was setting, casting a golden hue over the quiet neighbourhood. Lando carried her bags inside, the atmosphere tinged with a bittersweet sense of the impending goodbye.

"I had an amazing time this weekend. I guess I'll see you at Miami next," Lando said.

"Oh yeah, I'm looking forward to Miami. You're gonna enjoy all the marketing bits I've got planned for you," Florence replied with a teasing tone.He laughed, pulling her into a tight hug.

They pulled back slightly, their faces inches apart. Lando cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin.

"Bye," he said, leaning in as though about to kiss her.

Florence closed her eyes, her lips parted as her body was already giving in, but instead of a kiss, she felt Lando's lips near her ear.

"Oh, I'm gonna have fun with this," he whispered, sending a shiver down her spine. With that, he turned around headed back to his car, leaving her stunned in the entrance of her home.

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