Hopelessly devoted to you ~ C Leclerc

Confessions

Lexie pov:

The purr of my car came to a sudden stop as I tuned the key and exited. I walked into the paddock. It's the Belgian grande prix today. Charles is starting in 3rd with only max and Lewis infront of him. As I walked through the paddock, finding the Ferrari garage, I walked past max getting ready, he looked nervous so I decided to go to him.

'Max!' I yelled, trying to let my voice be heard over the engines.
He heard me and smiled, 'Lex! How are you?'
'I'm good! I went on a roadtrip it was so fun' he laughed, 'yes Lex I saw, there's so many photos of you and Charles going around.' I felt a rush of red go to my cheeks.
'Stop blushing Lex, you're falling too fast.'
I looked at my feet, I knew he was right. I just nodded and walked away, I needed to find Charles in his garage.

***

'Charlie!!' I laughed as he spun my off the ground. He was already in his race suit and had a helmet on. The race started in 25 minutes so he would have to go to the track soon.
'Lex I'm so happy I can see you before the race!' His voice sounded so happy, I knew he was smiling so I reached my hand up and lifted his visor, his eyes creased as he looked at me, he grabbed my hand which was paused on his helmet and dropped in into his.
'You look gorgeous mon amor' he said so gently I almost didn't hear him. I blushed again.
'I have to tell you something Charles.' I replied. I opened my mouth before his race engineer spoiled the moment.
'Merde Charles! I thought I lost you. Hurry your ass up you're driving in 10 minutes!' Panic replaced his smile as he let go of my hand and said a quick sorry before running off. Suddenly the paddock quietened as people took their seats and readied themselves for the race. I knew I had to go aswell, so I went and sat on a stool before putting the headphones on and turning my attention to the screen.

Charles pov:

I sit in the cockpit of my Ferrari, the familiar hum of the engine a comforting yet electrifying presence around me. The Belgian Grand Prix at Spa-Francorchamps is one of the most iconic races in the Formula 1 calendar. As I wait on the starting grid, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, adrenaline coursing through my veins.

The lights above the starting line count down—red, red, red, red, red, off. I slam my foot down on the accelerator, and the roar of the engine swells to a deafening crescendo. The car rockets forward, the g-forces pinning me back into the seat. I grip the steering wheel tightly, my eyes laser-focused on the track ahead.

The first corner, La Source, comes up fast. I brake hard, feeling the car's weight shift as I navigate the tight right-hand turn. I see the cars around me, inches apart, all jostling for position. It's a delicate dance of precision and aggression.

Coming out of La Source, I push the car to its limits as I approach the infamous Eau Rouge and Raidillon. The incline steepens, and I can feel the gravitational pull as I hurtle uphill at breakneck speed. The track narrows, and the walls close in—one mistake here, and it's over. But I nail it perfectly, the car responding flawlessly to my every command.

The Kemmel Straight is next. I'm flat out, the engine screaming, the speedometer climbing. I steal a glance at my rearview mirror—Norris is right on my tail. I have to defend my position. The wind howls around me, and the car shudders slightly from the sheer speed.

Approaching Les Combes, I brake hard again, the tires squealing in protest. The corners come in rapid succession—Malmedy, Bruxelles, and then down to Pouhon. My body strains against the g-forces, but I keep my focus razor-sharp. I can feel the track's every bump and curve through the seat, the steering wheel, my entire body.

Lap after lap, I'm in a rhythm, a trance almost. Every second counts, every millisecond shaved off in the corners and straights is a small victory. The pit wall crackles to life with strategic updates and encouragement from my race engineer. I adjust my strategy on the fly, balancing tire management with outright speed.

The physical and mental strain is immense. My hands are numb from gripping the wheel, and my neck muscles burn from the constant g-forces. But there's no room for fatigue. I push harder, knowing every competitor is doing the same.

After about lap 23 I got close enough to Lewis to attempt to make a smooth move around the outside, pushing my car but not quite to the limit. I curse at myself as I lock up and watch Lewis' car gain in front. I blink my eyes hard to regain focus through my anger.

At lap 24 I go again this time pushing to the limit and narrowly avoiding the wall on Les Combes. 'FUCKKK' I scream as I pass Lewis, pure happiness taking over my system. P2. After a round of congratulations from the team I once again put my head down, Verstappen is 5 seconds ahead, and I am currently gaining 0.2 seconds every lap on him. I need to push harder.

Lap 30- 3 second gap to max Verstappen

Lap 38- 1.5 seconds to Verstappen

And on lap 40 I was in DRS range. I have 4 laps left till the end and I can smell victory, there is only one Dutch man in my way. I use my muscle memory to pull through the corners, using my knowledge to break late enough to gain on max. Adrenaline surges through me as I see the rear of the red bull getting closer... closer.... Close enough.

Im going for it

I dive at speeds of 330km/h inside on the straight, just one lap from the end, having to abruptly brake to avoid crashing as the end gets closer, my neck burns as a wave of g-force racks my whole body I let out a shout of pain, not letting go of the break pedal.

Turn
throttle
300km
Break
Turn right
Left
Throttle
Break

Finally, I see the checkered flag waving. I cross the finish line, the relief and exhilaration hitting me in a wave. The radio explodes with congratulations. I let out a yell of triumph, the culmination of hours of relentless focus and effort. The car slows, and I steer it towards the cool-down lap, soaking in the moment.

'YES CHARLES. P1 I REPEAT P1 FUCK CHARLES WELL DONE' My race engineer screams.
'WOOOHOOOOOO YESSSSSSS' i swear i can feel my eyes getting damp, but I can't tell if it's sweat or pure joy.

Lexie pov:

I watch as Charles parks his car in p1, waiting in the crowd of Ferrari engineers and I'm so fucking happy. My tears are brimmed red from my initial reaction, he deserves this so much.

He jumps out of his car and lifts his visor, scanning the crowds till his eyes meet mine. I didn't know what was happening when he ran and lifted me over the barrier, I hear people telling me to come back but I don't care I lift his helmet and connect my lips hungrily with his, my arms gripped around the back of his neck. Flashing of cameras explode around us, as the Ferrari crowd goes from complaints to cheering. We both look in each others eyes. Fuck I'm so lost in his. His fucking perfect face. His perfect hair that my fingers are tangled in. Him. He is what I need.

'Charles I love you.' I breathe and smile, 'I love you so much.' He stops for a moment before replying. 'I love you Lexie' before he kisses me again and the world goes silent. This is the only place I want to be, his arms, always, forever.

(Note:
Hellooo! I'm back, hope you enjoyed this chapter and the next one should come soon 🫶🏻)