Unchained Melody (Daniel Ricciardo)

Misunderstood

"My god what a day." Ayla sighs when they step into the hotel room. She has been on edge all day, but now she can let that all go for a while and just enjoy the evening with Daniel.

"Have you heard anything about Helmut yet?" Daniel asks.
"Not yet, Christian said no news is good news. So I guess his condition hasn't changed."
Daniel nods silently, he knows Ayla had that talk about him with Christian and he also knows Christian would have to discuss it with Helmut.

At first he wasn't too happy about Ayla trying to get him back with Red Bull, after all he's a grown man and he wants to take care of his own business. But now he has had some time to let it sink in and he wouldn't mind being a third driver for a bit, at least then he would still have a chance. Also it would mean he could travel along with the team and most importantly. His wife.

But now, with Helmut in hospital and no certainty if he will ever return, Daniel has no idea what this will mean for his future at Red Bull.
He will have to wait and see, right now is not the time to start asking about it. Christian has enough on his plate, so Daniel will patiently wait to see if he will be able to return to the place he shouldn't have left in the first place.

Ayla sits down on the small sofa they have in the room and starts to take off her shoes.
"Your results today were pretty freaking awesome though. Does the car finally feel better?" She asks him kicking her shoes to the side.

"Not really, but I was able to handle it a bit better. Besides, it's your home race, I want to do well here." He states proudly. He knows he might not do as well the rest of the weekend. After all the other teams will be changing things to improve themselves. Maybe tomorrow he will be fighting to even get into Q2, but he mostly hopes he won't struggle as much as usual.

"You know I'm proud of you no matter what. Besides, Zandvoort doesn't really feel like home anymore." She says getting up from the sofa to change into something more comfortable before they will order from room service.
"I'm going to get changed. I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to look like a couch potato for the rest of the evening."

Daniel laughs, he loves how Ayla isn't afraid to be herself around him. She is comfortable enough to just wear a pair of sweatpants and an oversized hoody, often his, put her hair in a messy bun and wear no make up.
For him, that's when she is most sexy. Although he also loves her completely naked.

Thinking of her naked makes his cock stir in his pants. That is a sight that will get him hard right away. Maybe they can have some fun first, before ordering room service.

He walks over to Ayla who is tying her hair in that sexy messy bun and starts to kiss her neck.
"Hmm what are you up to sir?" She asks him, tilting her head so he can have better access.
"Well I was thinking, maybe we should get in the shower first before we put on our comfy clothes and order food." He says in between kisses.

His hands rest on her waist and slide under her Red Bull team poloshirt.
Her skin is soft and warm under his hands and he slides them further up until he reaches the swell of her breasts.
He knows what bra she is wearing, he saw her get dressed this morning. It's one of his favorites on her. A deep, emerald green, lace bra with black edges.

He prefers to see it off though so he removes his hands from under her shirt and grabs the hem so he cal pull it up over her head.
"I guess dinner can wait." She sighs when he quickly finds her sensitive skin in her neck again with his soft lips.

"I prefer to start with dessert today." He groans when he cups her full breasts after discarding her shirt on the floor.
He can feel her nipples are already hard and pressing against the green lace of her bra.
His cock feels exactly like her nipples, restrained and eager to get some more space.