Starting from the Pit lane - Lewis Hamilton

Unbelievable

Melissa ran away from the Mercedes box. She took refuge in the Alfa Romeo, put on her headphones and looked at the screen but they only showed Zhou and Bottas. She went out again and got some fresh air. She only realized at that moment that she had left her bag with her things at the Mercedes' and thought it was an excellent excuse to go back there.
She found it where he had left it. She looked around awkwardly and realized that no one was paying attention to her presence. Her cheeks were red and she stood in a corner. A collaborator "recognized" her, or rather, he didn't understand who she was but he was sure he had seen her around several times since the beginning of the season and so he came to meet her.
-Here, there's a free screen over there- he handed her the headphones and made her come closer. She followed Lewis and finished first.

She felt her heart skip a beat. She was very excited but physically she was frozen. Melissa didn't move. She watched the conversation in the "cooling room" and the awards ceremony from the screens. Everyone was so caught up in the celebrations that no one saw that small, young, Italian girl standing frozen in front of a screen. The bulk of the group went out to meet the pilot and she was practically alone.
She had dreamy eyes and a half-closed mouth, one hand at heart level and the other hugging her bag. She moistened her lips slightly, and when she saw from the screen that Lewis was going to give interviews, she locked herself in the bathroom. She didn't want to give up their little tradition but she didn't want to waste his time either. She fixed all her makeup, concealer, eyeshadow, mascara, lipstick...

Melissa went into a room with a television and watched the live interviews from there. No one would have noticed but she who knew it did: he had the halo of her lipstick on his lips. She swallowed and then sighed, enchanted, glued to the television. A couple of hours passed, the paddock was still open but she remained there alone.

At one point he heard the door open and saw Lewis enter. Instinctively she stood up and smiled at him. He responded with a gentle smile and then opened the door wider. She saw Roscoe scurrying in and then his owner locked the door. Staying alone.
-You weren't here to interview me today- he approached her. He still had his life-saving vest and the top of his suit tied around his waist.
-I didn't want to waste your time with a fake interview, it was your time and I didn't want to take your shine- she took her own hands and they came closer.
-You're not a waste of time, at least not anymore- he took her hands and kissed them softly. He smiled and looked shyly at the ground.
-Was I there before?-
-Before? You were a pain in the ass brat with no name- he approached her face still smiling at her –I dedicated that first place to you, I wanted you to know- he slightly moistened his lips looking at hers –you're beautiful- he whispered to her.

He took her chin between his index finger and thumb and left her a tender kiss -you're silent- he broke away for a second and then started kissing her again.
"I don't know what to say" she said in a feeble voice.
-then let's not say anything- and he left her another kiss which however became more and more intense. His hand slid to the back of her neck and hugged her. Melissa kissed back and cupped his cheeks with her hands.
"God, I've waited so long for this moment" Lewis whispered.

Roscoe was curled up in the corner of the room meanwhile.

Lewis and Melissa were glued together, taking very short breaks to breathe but all you could hear were short, intense sighs and loud pops. They ended up leaning against the table and stopped for a second. They looked intensely into each other's eyes for a few seconds. Melissa's gaze dripped with desire, Lewis's impatience. They had both dreamed of this moment for a long time and now their dreams were coming true. Lewis moved his gaze to the top buttons of her shirt. He played with the first one and, hearing no objections, unbuttoned a couple. Melissa bit her lower lip hoping to contain her smile but she failed miserably.
They didn't say a word, just giggling between smacks of kisses. He left a few kisses on her neck and caressed her hips. He played with the zip that was just above her bottom.
–What do we have here?- he laughed, caressing her under that zip –I'd say we have a lot- he sighed -what are you, Melissa- he pronounced her name with his very strong English accent.
Her skirt and pantyhose came down and Lewis caressed her over her panties. –I have no intention of doing anything without your consent- he smiled at her.
She sighed winkingly -you can also go under... the fabric-. He obeyed religiously. He caressed her flesh from the outside to slowly torture her, licked his finger and then made space inside her while he teased her upper part with his thumb. She moaned quietly as she stood, leaning against the table with him in front enjoying every breath she took. The hazmat suit hid his erection but it was very present at that moment.

A sound came out of Melissa's bag, someone was calling her. Lewis reached in, took out the phone, and said – "Marco"? is he your boyfriend? C'mon, answer, pick up the phone- he teased her.
She accepted the call and placed the phone between her cheek and shoulder.
-Pronto?- she said. In mid-word, without warning, he stuck in his second finger. As he played with her body he kissed her neck and was so close that he could clearly hear what they were saying on the other side.
-Come to you? Tomorrow night? No, I don't think I can between the trip and... and...- Lewis was going faster and looked intensely into her eyes, aware that he was pushing her to the limit. He caressed her breast over her t-shirt and it didn't seem real to him since it was perfect.
Melissa, while Marco was saying something, hung up the call and threw the phone away. She took Lewis and kissed him passionately.
He came shortly after moaning loudly. He rested his forehead against Lewis's and sighed, smiling.
Lewis kissed her forehead, ready to receive him too...

The door started to slam, it was locked but whoever was behind there wouldn't give him a break.
-Lewis! Cretin! I'm your manager! I've been looking for you for an hour! GET OUT NOW! Or I swear to your god I'll tear up our contract-
-I'm afraid I made him angry- he smiled at her, left her another kiss and said goodbye. Before opening the door he gave her time to cover herself and then they said goodbye verbally.
Melissa turned and passed a handkerchief on the table and then returned to the hotel all disheveled.