Anonymous Admirer ~Yukierre~

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎

(3rd Person POV)

As the sun rose above the Monegasque horizon, the rays of light shot though the broad bedroom windows. The French and the Japanese were both still sound asleep. Their breaths synchronised with one another.

The head and hand of the Japanese lay agents the chest of the French, who tightly and tentatively, had his arm tentatively wrapped around the shorters waist. almost like it he were to let go he would run away and not spare a glance back.

While they lay asleep peacefully, the sun had now found its way fully above the horizon and was now become an annoyance to the Frenchman.

(Pierre's POV)

While most people hated to be woken up by the sun shining in their face, I rather liked it. I found it comforting. It was like the day was welcoming you to do something unexpected. At the same time it was also congratulating others for making it to the morning, saying to take it one day at a time.

Due to being woken up by the sun, I knew that I was not in my own residence, but rather Charles.

I need to get up now, cause if I don't then, knowing myself, I'll spend all day in the beds warmth. Yet, as I went to get up I felt extra weight and another mass of heat agents my chest.

With the sun blaring right into my eyes, so I could only make out a few rough chairs and colours, but from what I could see, and thinking for a few seconds, I knew what it was.

Yuki.

I could feel my face getting hotter as I recollected my memory of his sleep wear. I couldn't help but want to pull him closer, suddenly I subconsciously started to do it. Not matter how much i internally screened at myself not it, it just felt right. Like it was meant to be.

As my eyes adjusted to the shine of the sun, I was able to look down at my chest.

He looked so peaceful. His eyes were softly shut, all his facial muscles were relaxed and his soft looking lips were slightly parted. Upon looking up towards his hair, I saw how much of a mess it was. Strands going every each way and down into his eyes.

Wanting to save this moment forever, I grab my phone off the night stand next to me. Unlocking my phone, I go to my camera and snap a photo, with my arm still around him. After looking at the photo for a few seconds, I add it to my 'Mon amour' folder in my photos.

Looking at the time I see that it's already twelve o'clock. If I fall neck asleep like this, which I really want to do, it will mess up both Yuki's and I's sleep schedule. So, going agents every last fibre in my body, I slowly start running my hand up and down Yuki's back.

His skin feels cold to the touch, but after a seccond or so, I feel him shiver and sleepy too up at me.

"Good morning Yukion," I say, as a cute smile wipes over his lips.

"Morning Pear," He manages to mumble out.

I reciprocate the smile, loving how his voice sounds in the morning. After just looking at one another for what feels like forever, I once again, notice my hand moving by itself. This time however the movement seemed so deliberate and delicate.

My hand went over his hair, brushing the stray hairs out of his face in eyes. Then my hand started moving down his face, resting on his cheek. My thumb start to brush over his soft skin, yet this time the move was deliberate.

I felt him lean into my hand. The look we shared spoke more than we ever had, and probably ever could. It transcend time and emotion.

I'm not sure how long we were looking at each other, but our moment had to broken by the buzzing on a phone. As we both look towards the source of the noise, I realise that it's my phone that disrupted or time.

In the process of reaching for my phone, I move my hand from Yuki's face, disregarding his quiets protests.

Looking at the Notification Centre, I see I have a message from Charles and a reminder from my calendar. The message from Charles just saying the usual restring about my feeling to my former teammate, and how I 'better of cleaned up any mess we made before he gets back'. I send back a short massage to show that I've read what he send and look at my calendar reminder.

Reminder: plane leave in half an hour.

"Shit! Yuki get up, our plane leaves in half an hour,"

His eyes widen and without another word, he pushes himself off of me and gets up, I'll admit, the sudden loss of warmth was a weird feeling, but we really had to go. I had one last surprise for him Yuki in Monaco, and we couldn't be late!

"I'll go have a shower. Are you alright to go make yourself breakfast?"

"Sure,"

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Hiya! I promise I'm not dead, I'm just a bit busy atm. This isn't the best chapter, but I rlly wanted to get something out to you guys.

So much has happened since my last update! Oscar's madin win, Lewis getting his 200th f1 podium and George winning Belgium (but sadly being DQed).

Personally, I feel like McLaren should have said that if Oscar wanted P1 back he should have to fight for it. That's only cause I feel like getting your first f1 win by your teammate handing to you doesn't feel as good as working for it. But Oscar did deserved to win, but Lando should have.

Anyways, enjoy my lovelies!
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