Formula 1 | One Shots (1)

The Prophecy | Carlos Sainz

Author's note: this story was requested by: urfavfandomfreak 

Warning: angst + sad
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Carlos couldn't take his eyes off Juliette as she moved around their apartment, a vision of grace and beauty. She was completely unaware of his staring, lost in the simple act of getting ready for their dinner date. Her curly dark hair fell over her shoulders, a sparkly clip holding her bangs back. 

Lana was playing softly on the speakers, in the background and Juliette was humming along, moving around in her dress with the lyrics.

🎶"Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise..." 🎶

He leaned forward on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, utterly infatuated by her. Every little movement she made, the way her fingers carefully placed her earrings on, the tilt of her neck as she applied his perfume of hers, it all felt like a piece of art he could never get tired of admiring.

How did I ever get this lucky? The thought came, but it wasn't the first time. Carlos had asked himself this question a thousand times since she walked into his life. He adored her with a depth that sometimes left him breathless, like he was standing on the edge of something vast and endless.

🎶"And everybody's rushing me, but I can feel you touching me..." 🎶

"You're staring," Juliette said suddenly, turning to face him with a soft smile. Her voice was teasing, but there was a blush on her cheeks as she caught the depth of his gaze. What she didn't say, what she couldn't quite put into words, was how much she secretly loved the way he looked at her. His look was so full of love, that it made her feel like she was his whole world, like she was the only person who had ever mattered.

Carlos leaned back slightly, his lips curling into a smirk. "I can't help it, mi amor. You're...you're just...I don't even have words."

Crossing the room, she leaned down towards him, her hands reaching down to adjust his collar. "And you," she began, her fingers straightening his tie, "are impossible."

"Impossible?" he echoed, sounding offended. His hands rose almost instinctively, his fingers trailing up her sides, then settling firmly against her waist.

"Yes, impossible," she said. "You're...impossibly adorable and the way you look at me...it's like you are trying to memorize every piece of me."

"I am," he admitted quietly. "Every detail. Every moment. I want to keep them all, just in case I wake up and this is all a dream."

"I can assure you this is real Carlos," she said as she placed her hand on his cheek. 

🎶"I'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side..." 🎶

Carlos' lips brushed against the back of her hand. "Do you have any idea what you do to me, Juliette?" he said against her skin. "I would give you the world if I could. Everything I have, everything I am, it's yours."

Her breath hitched and for a moment, she simply looked at him, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "Carlos," she whispered, her voice trembling ever so slightly. "You don't have to give me the world. You've already given me your heart, that's all I've ever wanted."

He pulled her closer then, his hands firm but gentle, anchoring her to him as though he feared she might slip away. Their foreheads touched and for a long moment, neither of them spoke, content to stay in the quiet intimacy of their shared love.