𝕀 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦/ LANDO NORRIS FANFICTION

ℕ𝕠 𝔾𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔹𝕒𝕔𝕜

---ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕝𝕖𝕤' ℙ𝕆𝕍---

It had been twenty minutes since P3, and I placed fourth, as usual. Lando, of course, took first. As I waited in my room for Viviana, I heard her laughter echoing from the hallway. "Okay, I'll see you later, bye!" she called out to someone before opening my door.

"Hey, Charl—"

I interrupted her, my tone sharper than I intended. "Who was that?"

She raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback. "Jeez, okay... It was just Carlos," she snapped back, taking a seat beside me.

"Oh, sorry... I didn't mean to, uh, talk to you like that," I apologized, feeling a bit sheepish.

"Charles, what's up with you lately?" she asked, intertwining her fingers with mine.

"Listen, I know you missed Lando, and I knew you guys would probably become friends again. But now... you two seem like more than friends," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Charles, Lando and I are nothing but friends. You know that. We've always been this close. We're just friends, really," she insisted, searching my eyes as if to reassure me.

"Really? Because it seems a bit more than that..." I replied, casting my gaze downward, the weight of my insecurities creeping in.

"Charles," she said, gently turning my face toward her. "We're nothing more than that." Her lips were tantalizingly close to mine, and I felt my heart race.

"Prove it," I challenged, my voice barely above a whisper.

"What? How?" she asked, a smirk playing on her lips, and I could sense she knew exactly what I was getting at.

"Kiss me," I said, my heart pounding in anticipation.

She hesitated for a split second, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Then, with a swift movement, she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. The kiss was soft at first, but it ignited a fire within me. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. Her fingers tangled in my hair, and I could feel her smile against my lips.

I pull her on top of me, feeling the warmth of her body against mine as she kisses my neck. The moment she settles into my lap, I can't help but let my hands explore her curves, savoring the softness of her ass and the fullness of her breasts. God, she's stunning, and the way she moves makes it even harder to keep my composure.

As we kiss, the intensity builds between us, electric and undeniable. Her grinding against my lap sends a rush of heat coursing through my body. With a surge of desire, I lift her dress, exposing more of her legs, the fabric pooling around her hips. I lay back on the couch, pulling her down with me, savoring the weight of her on top of me.

Our kisses deepen, becoming more urgent, and I can feel the softness of her skin against mine, the heat radiating off her. Her hands weave through my hair, pulling me closer as if we could fuse together. I can't resist the urge to grip her waist, guiding her movements as she continues to grind against me.

"Viviana," I breathe, my voice a low growl, breaking our kiss for just a moment. "You're driving me crazy."

She smirks, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Maybe that's the point," she teases, leaning down to nibble at my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

The playful banter only adds to the heat building between us. I tilt my head back against the couch, revelling in the sensations. My hands find their way under her dress, tracing the smooth skin of her thighs, inching closer to the edge of what we both know we want.