Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

Little Angel | Charles Leclerc

Authors Note: This storyline was requested by user: ArabellaHolt 

⚠️ semi/short spicy scene. It's marked at start/end of section

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The sun was shining brightly over the blue waters of Sardinia. Charles and Arabella stood on a wooden dock, both wearing life jackets. Laughter filled the air as Charles adjusted Arabella's jacket for the fifth time, pretending to be serious.

"Arabella, are you sure you tightened it enough? We can't have you flying off the jet ski," he teased, tugging gently at the straps.

She rolled her eyes, swatting his hands away. "Charles, for the last time, I'm not going to fly off. I think you're just stalling because you're scared I'll drive circles around you."

"Circles?" He smirked, leaning closer, his eyes filled with amusement. "Bella, mon amour, I'm an F1 driver. Speed is kind of my thing."

"Yeah, on four wheels," she shot back, tapping the jet ski handle. "This is a whole new game. Let's see how well that 'speed' translates to water."

Charles laughed, pressing a quick kiss to her nose. "You're on."

As the jet skis came to life, the couple raced across the waves, Arabella leading the charge. She cheered happily as she weaved around the buoys they had set up earlier. Charles was right behind her, smiling with a mix of focus and fun.

When they finally slowed, Arabella turned to face him, splashing water playfully. "What happened to all that big talk, Leclerc? I thought speed was your thing."

He shook his head, smirking. "I let you win. Honeymoon rules, Mrs. Leclerc."

"Oh, sure. Keep telling yourself that."

He reached out, grabbing the edge of her jet ski to pull her closer. "Careful, Bella, or I might start taking this competition seriously." His voice was low, teasing, but the intensity in his stare made her heart flutter.

Arabella leaned forward, her lips brushing against his. "What would I do without your ego to entertain me?"

"You'd be bored out of your mind," he whispered before closing the gap, kissing his new bride, the waves rocking their jet skis, gently.

Later that afternoon, the couple tried paddleboarding. Charles, ever the competitive one, took to it with ease, standing tall and proud on his board. Arabella, however, found herself wobbling and falling every few seconds.

"Charles, stop laughing!" she cried out, holding the paddle tightly as her board wobbled again.

"I'm not laughing!" he said, though his shoulders shook with silent laughs. "You're doing great, Bella. Just...try not to overthink it."

"Easy for you to say, Mr. Perfect Balance," she muttered, just as the board tipped, sending her splashing into the water.

Charles burst out laughing, leaning over his paddleboard to look at her. "Bella, you're too cute!" he teased. "That was the most graceful fall I've ever seen."

Arabella resurfaced, pushing her wet hair out of her face and glaring at him. "Glad my failure entertains you!" she shot back.

Charles immediately paddled over, extending a hand to help her back up. "You okay?"

She grabbed his hand, only to pull him off his board and into the water next to her. "Much better now."

Charles dragged her underwater again and when they resurfaced together, they were laughing, water dripping from their faces. Charles wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing his forehead to hers. "You're impossible, you know that?"