𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 ★ charles leclerc

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙩𝙬𝙤, charles

❝ to live for the hope of it all. ❞
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Just when I thought she would shut me down and walk away, she yanks me to her and crashes her mouth on mine.

There's zero hesitation in my body before my hand fists her hair. It isn't a sweet kiss. It's hard, demanding, coming from months of pent-up frustration and tension.

She tugs on my hair in return, her tongue tangling with mine and her little moans going straight to my cock.

We should definitely not be doing this in the middle of the hotel's corridor.

"Not here." I mumble in her mouth but that doesn't stop us. She takes a hand away from my hair and grabs her keycard.

Her hands are trembling as she tries to swipe the keycard, our lips parting for a brief second as we both take a breath.

Finally, the door swings open and we rush inside, Maisie's back hits the wall as I press into her, our lips crashing together once again.

My hands roam her body, pulling her closer while her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me deeper into the kiss.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

This is turning into so much more than a bet kiss.

We break apart for just a moment, breathless, our foreheads pressed together as we stand in her hotel room, trying to catch our breaths.

Reality is creeping in. She looks up at me, "Charles..." She begins, her voice barely above a whisper. She isn't sure what to say.

My hands tighten around her waist, fingers brushing the skin under her top. My breathing heavy, my voice low. "I know."

I don't move, don't press further, I wait for her, what she wants. We're supposed to be rivals, and everything about this feels reckless and chaotic.

Her fingers trace the edge of my jaw. "What are we doing?"

I exhale deeply. "I don't know, Freckles." My lips are dangerously close to hers again. "But personally, I can't stop."

That seems to trigger her and jump forward, pressing her lips to mine once more. This time, the kiss is slower, deeper.

I groan against her mouth, lifting her, allowing her to wrap her legs around my waist as I walk us backwards toward her bed.

Her back hits the bed, and she pulls me down with her. My lips instantly travel to her neck, my breath hot against her skin and I feel her fingers twisting into the fabric of my shirt.

I press pause for a second, lifting my head to look down at her. "Give us a shot." I tell her looking down at her little face. I could eat her up right here, right now. She looks so beautiful underneath me.

"What?" She frowns.

"A real shot. A real us." I explain. "I don't just want to just fuck you in a hotel room. I want you. All of you."

She looks away for a second. When our eyes meet again, my heart swells completely. She's hesitant though. "I don't know, Charles... What about every other factor?"

"We have four weeks ahead of us, free of the media, free of races. Purely vacation. Spend them with me. Let us be together." I continue.

"Charles, I—"

"I only ask four weeks of you." I cut her off. "I like you Maisie, a lot, might I add. And I know you like me too." I say. "It'll just be me and you. No cameras, no Toto, no Mattia, nothing. Just us." I add, bringing a hand up to move away the strand of her in her face and slide it to the back of her ear.