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𝐹 for Fireworks [CL16]

F for Fireworks

"Wow," he whispered, stepping towards where I stood in front of the mirror. His hands wrapped around my waist over the thin layer of silk from my dress and rested on my hips.

He wore a polo shirt with a sweater tied around his neck. We were getting ready to go to the New Year's celebration in a small town in Italy. Fireworks were announced, so Charles and I thought it could be a good place to hide in public.

It has been difficult to have peace and quiet ever since he won the Grand Prix in Monza.

Fans from all around the world travelled to Italy and Monaco to catch a glimpse of the "Predestinato", and it was tiring.

I smiled at Charles through the reflection while putting on my earrings. He couldn't resist and lowered his lips to the soft skin on my neck and planted sweet kisses, moving slowly and inching further down towards my shoulder.

When I finished, I looked at myself in the mirror one more time and into Charles' eyes before turning with his hands still on my waist, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He smiled at me with his glasses. He had only put them on after I begged him to- they were so attractive.

I caressed the back of his neck with one of my hands and let the fingertips of my other graze over his lips. He watched silently as my gaze lowered with my hand, south towards his chest.

Then, as my hand stayed on his chest, feeling his accelerated heartbeat, I raised my gaze to meet his. Suddenly the pulse feels stronger and faster, his pupils dilated, an almost indecipherable smile plastered to his lips.

I felt my own heartbeat accelerate, and I sensed in that moment that maybe it had more purpose than solely to pump blood through my veins. Maybe it did what made me love Charles so much.

One of his hands left my waist and wandered up to where I was caressing his neck. He gently grabbed my wrist and turned to kiss my arm.

"You look beautiful," he finally spoke and I felt a rush of crimson taint my cheeks. He noticed it and for a moment he smiled, the wrinkles around his eyes slightly deepening.

"Thank you," I whispered in response, gazing deeper and deeper into his soft eyes. I noticed every shade of blue on the outer rim of his iris, how the colours morphed into a variety of brown and green towards the centre.

He smiled ever so slightly, his embrace strengthening around me. I drew closer to Charles, our noses in light touch. He was breathing heavily, his eyes darting between my eyes.

I tried to keep calm and concentrate on the fact that I wanted to kiss him. That he was the one I wanted to hold, to care for and to love.

I hummed in delight as I closed my eyes, and Charles followed suit. After some time I felt his heartbeat slow once more, and get back to a relaxed speed.

We subconsciously began to sway from side to side, keeping it slow and steady. While we swayed, my hand wandered to his jaw, holding onto him as I pressed my forehead against his.

Charles brought one hand to my neck, accepting my move. It was now one move, and our lips would touch.

I was nervous; my heart was racing, I felt my face and chest heat up while my arms and legs felt incredibly cold.

Just as I thought butterflies in my stomach would erupt into flight, Charles slowed our swaying to a halt but kept holding me, eyes shut and hearts racing, awaiting the future.

Instead, he leaned into me, connecting our lips into a kiss.

I felt an eruption. But they weren't butterflies. I saw colours of all kinds, light filling my closed eyes. I saw fireworks.

His lips felt soft; they were warm and gentle, kissing and pulling back, coming for more not a split second later.

I felt loved in that moment, cared for and undoubtedly happy. Charles tightened the grip of his arm around my waist, letting the hand on my neck rise to my cheek as he caressed it.

While his kisses continued, they developed into deeper and more passionate kisses. But he took it slow. We both cherished knowing that kisses were so much more intense when you could feel every inch of the other's lips, sense every heartbeat, and hear every hum or moan.

"I missed this so much," he breathed in between kisses, longing for more, needing more. It sounded almost like a cry, as if tears would run down his cheeks.

And I knew he wasn't talking only about the kiss. He was talking about needing me. Wanting my presence. Needing to know that I was safe, that I was happy, and that I was with him.

He felt the urge to see me, call me, hear my voice and smell my hair. And I knew that I needed that, too. I needed to look into his eyes, hear his laugh, and smile at him.

It was impossible to detach from his lips, they had captured me and were roping me into a deep well of serenity.

"I missed you," I answered, still not letting go, still not pulling back. I felt Charles smile against my lips as the fireworks continued. They lit up my heart with golden light, brightening my already shining happiness.

As Charles now slowed his kisses to the point where it felt illegal to make a sound, he lingered on my bottom lip, not wanting to let go. But he knew what he had to do.

As he pulled back, we kept our eyes closed, letting our hearts stay mesmerised and souls hypnotised. When I opened my eyes, he was already looking at me.

I tried to speak, but neither of us knew what to say. And yet- without words, the message was delivered.

Charles smiled. He finally let go of me and grabbed my cardigan, helping me put it on. We stepped towards the front door and opened it in silence, stepping out into the exciting night.

As I held his hand, we walked to the city centre, and the fireworks continued into the night.

*****

Oh. My. Gosh.

All right so I felt like I was right there in that moment 😭😭

This is the best kiss I've ever written, hands downnnnnn

I'm so proud of it, I hope you enjoyed it🥺

All right sweethearts, thank you for your love and support (we're getting close to 100k😳)

I will see you soon!

x

Brooke

P.S. I never said what kind of fireworks, did I?🤭