Brazil also left its mark for Aston Martin, which was not so positive...Lance Stroll immediately out of the race because he ended up in the gravel and had some problems and Fernanda (fictional character: Fernando Alonso female vers.), who despite having completed the race, had back problems, in fact she struggled to get out of her single-seater; Seeing her, Lance became very worried about her condition, so much so that he decided to take care of his beloved.
The poor girl was in her driver's room, lying on a sort of camp bed provided by the FIA doctors (thank goodness the FIA has a heart, even if it's plastic), he tried to relax even if his spine wouldn't allow it; "te odio, vejez" she repeated, mumbling (even though she is the oldest of the girls, she feels old like a grandmother). At one point someone knocked on the door and opened it: it was Lance (what a great bro)
Lance: Hey honey...how are you?
Fernanda: I'm destroyed, my back is in pieces...I feel it as it crumbles slowly and it hurts so much...
Lance: oh...*moves closer to her* it's a shame you feel this way
Fernanda: uugh, after all time goes by and makes itself felt, don't think but it's already a lot if I finished the race; but actually I did it only for the mechanics who did a great job despite the rain, otherwise I would have finished earlier...oh yeah, you didn't feel the "breeze" of the race, you flew out
Lance: mh, yeah, but let's not talk about that now; the most important thing is your health, my love
The Canadian driver stroked the brown fringe that barely covered the Spanish girl's eyes, which from the shine of her copper irises, copper which unfortunately was rusting and screaming in pain...Fernanda was looking at his partner like the ecstasy of Saint Teresa, but in reality she was feeling the same sensation as having her body tied with barbed wire
Lance: shall we go to the hotel?
Fernanda: *tries to get up* sure, if I can get up
The Spanish girl, struggling, stood up, took her beloved partner's arm and together they left the driver's room; on the way out they met a mechanic, who told them "treat this damsel well", Lance smiled but at the same time wanted to beat him: "but what do I look like to you, a rude guy?" he thought. They arrived at the parking and he carefully let Fernanda get in the car, then he put it in gear and set off towards the hotel; in the meantime, he tried to distract his beloved from her back that kept bothering her
Lance: what place have you finished, that I don't remember?
Fernanda: mh...ninth
Lance: great!
Fernanda: yes but I could have been at the bottom...I repeat that for me it's already a lot that I finished the race...cariño
Lance: yes, love?
Fernanda: *chuckling* will you carry me later?
Lance: *laughs* what?
Fernanda: in your arms like a bride
Lance: don't even think about it (he would have done it anyway)
Fernanda: but there are stairs
Lance: okay, whatever you want ♡
After a long journey blocked by traffic, they finally arrived; The Canadian guy opened the car door on the girl's side, he gently slid one arm under her knees and the other behind her back trying not to hurt her any more than she already was and lifted her up; she smiled because she felt like a princess, and in fact Lance tries in every way to make her feel good and to be treated with respect; is the person who loves her with whom she shares the most special moments of their life on and off the circuit.
He climbed the stairs, a flight and a half (not that much, but she couldn't do it anyway), and finally arrived in front of the bedroom door
Fernanda: can you open the door? If you can't, I will do it
Lance: no no, don't worry, I can do it
He managed to open it with a light push after turning the key in the lock several times, and carefully placed Fernanda's body on the bed....It was as if her torso had been mummified with incandescent and invisible bandages, she could only move her legs, arms and head
Fernanda: thank you cariño ♡
Lance: everything for my babe *gives her a kiss on the forehead*...do you want to change or stay like this...
Fernanda: no no, for now I'm dressed like this, at most I'll take off my shoes *she takes them off his feet without using her hands, so she throws them* and I'll unzip my racing suit down to my hips
Fernanda did It, but the moment she lowered the racing suit down to her hips, she felt a strong twinge from the bottom of his spine
Fernanda: *out loud* aargh!! No no no, I can't do it, Lance, I really c-can't move freely (she was still wearing her racing suit, while her partner was wearing a normal messy outfit, after all he didn't compete) *she slaps her thighs in frustration* I can't do it...
At that moment Stroll was really getting worried and thought he had lost all hope of helping her find her usual smile again; he stood next to her and looked at her with a tender but sad face...he didn't even know what to say to distract her from the atrocious pain, the sense of worry was too strong, but an artistic vision gave birth to a deep similarity in Stroll's mind and this gave him an idea
Lance: Fer
Fernanda: mh
Lance: you know what you remind me of?
Fernanda: no...what
Lance: you remind me of Frida Kahlo's painting, "the broken column"
Fernanda: *laughs* are you serious?
Lance: yes!
In fact, the position of her hands, the expression on her face, the shining eyes and the reduced back as depicted in the painting gave her a certain resemblance...
Lance: but there's an important difference
Fernanda: what would that be?
Lance: come up here *beats gently his chest* (oh god, I don't think I understand anything...)
With great difficulty, the Spanish girl threw herself right on the Canadian's body, who began to make small circular movements pressing her back; basically he wanted to give her a massage
Fernanda: maybe I understood what it is...you can somehow hug a painting but not massage it
Lance: exactly, now relax
Fernanda: if I can, yes...argh, but be careful
Lance: okay babe
The girl was finally relaxing and the pain was slowly fading away, giving her a pleasant relief
Fernanda: *smiles* mhmhmh, for once we switch roles, now I'm the one with my head on your chest
Lance: ahahaha, true...listen, changing the subject, I heard you had an argument with a rookie, is It true?
Fernanda: yes, Liam...ppft, I hate that boy
Fernanda hates Liam because, according to her, he behaves like someone who only cares about winning and thinking about his own interests but, on the other hand, a rookie cannot compete against a driver who has been driving in F1 for years in terms of words and experience...he could only take notes
Fernanda: can we not talk about him now? Today is just not my day
Lance: ok...
Fernanda: and if I hear his name again I'll freak out...
It was actually a really bad day for her, between her totally destroyed back and the argument with Lawson, but despite this, she was relaxing on Lance. His hands explored under the thermal shirt of her racing suit and he undid her bra, so as not to suffocate her back even more; she noticed it
Fernanda: what are you doing...
Lance: hmm, nothing
Fernanda: *giggles* I believe it...*sighs and looks at him* thanks
Lance: for what?
Fernanda: for being concerned about my condition...I will always be grateful, even if I expected it since you are my love ♡
Lance: You can count on it, Fer, whenever you feel down I'll always be there to make you smile again
He kissed Fernanda's hair, which had a floral scent that perfectly matched her autumn color! As well as her body...well, not entirely, but who cares about perfection, what matters is what you feel inside
Meanwhile, evening was coming and the Moon was rising higher and higher, revealing its white mantle in the pink-orange sky of São Paulo
Lance: take off your suit, love, you're more comfortable
Fernanda: and how do I...
Lance: I'll help you *he lowers her racing suit*
Fernanda: *kick with her feet to get it off* thanks
Now she was left only in a thermal shirt and purple panties; Fernanda's tracksuit and shoes were left there abandoned, since we're now focused on the Aston Martin couple that sparkles every day! Lance's touch was so soporific that Fernanda fell asleep; she still hadn't recovered from the pain in her back but at least she felt it a little less than when she was racing on the Interlagos circuit...while she was sleeping, Stroll whispered prayers and words of love to her, to make sure that all his support would be of help to his dear beloved
I Hope you like the fic 🩵🩵🩵
