Formula One Shots

Daniel Ricciardo [78]

For lovestorieswriter

78. "You'll be the death of me."

Word count: 684

You tried not to let Daniel know you felt his stare on you as you hopped down the bar stool as subtly as you could. You were out celebrating his race win with the whole team and some friends of his. Daniel bit his lip as he watched you walk over towards his team mate, Max. He clenched his jaw when you laughed at something he said and placed your hand on his shoulder. He wanted you to do that with him, and nobody else. He tried his best to shake the thoughts out of his head and tried to focus on whatever it was that Lewis was telling him, but he couldn't keep his eyes off of you. The way you danced and swung your hips to the beat. The way you smiled and sang along to the song that was playing. Those were all the little things you were doing that did things to him, which he would never admit out loud.

"Dan." he vaguely heard someone say, but his eyes were so fixated on you he didn't pay attention, "Daniel!" He snapped out of his sea of thoughts and looked over to Lewis who was looking at him with raised eyebrows and a  visible smirk on his face. He shook his head and chuckled, "oh man, you've got it bad."

"Wh-what?" Daniel said as he blushed slightly, not wanting to be teased about his silly little crush.

"When are you finally going to make a move, man? It's pretty much obvious to everyone that you're head over heels with each other," Lewis stated smugly. Daniel scoffed and shook his head, not believing Lewis' words, "Lewis, she doesn't like me."

Lewis sent him an unimpressed look and sighed, "you, my friend, are as blind as a mole."

"I'm not!" Daniel immediately said to defend himself, but Lewis wouldn't have any of it. "Look, I've seen the way some of your crew members have been eyeing her, so if you don't make a move quickly she might just be someone elses soon," Lewis shrugged and patted him on the back before jogging off to discuss something with Valtteri. Daniel sighed to himself and came to the conclusion that Lewis was probably right. If he wasn't fast enough she could be with someone else soon. He knew that he probably couldn't live with that thought and figured he would finally tell her how he felt tonight.

You were dancing to your favorite jam when you suddenly felt a pair of hands snaking around your hips. You turned your head to see they belonged to the one and only Daniel Ricciardo. The Daniel that held your heart in his hands. "M'lady, could you please follow me?" He said in a posh accent, making you giggle and nod your head. You followed him towards a balcony that had an amazing sight over the city. Daniel shut the door behind him and walked over to stand next to you.

"So, why'd you ask me up here?" You asked questioningly and pointed your attention to him. He was a better sight than the city anyway.

"I need to get something off my chest (y/n). Promise me you won't freak out," he said hesitantly. Was this the right thing to do? He kept questioning himself the whole time.

"Positive. I won't," you encouraged him with a smile.

"I am truly, madly, deeply in love with you. I have been since you started working for the team. I can't get you out of my mind and, hell, I don't even want to. Whenever I'm not near you I feel lost. And by saying this I guess I have probably made an entire fool out of myself," Daniel sighed as he saw the shocked look on your face.

"Daniel Ricciardo, you'll be the death of me," you said breathlessly and pulled onto his collar to get him closer to you. You didn't hesitate to crash your lips together with his. He didn't respond to the kiss immediately, but when he did... sweet baby jesus, he was an exquisite kisser.