Precisely, Elon Musk | x Reader

preparations

"I want to go home" I confessed.

"I thought you'd want to come with me"

"Not anymore, I'm tired. You can call me whenever you need me, at SpaceX or anything"

"Alright let's take you home" he said putting his hand on the gearshift and starting the car. Really hot if you ask me.

I actually didn't want to go home because I was going to be bored. Elon seems boring but he's entertaining if you get to know him. But what was I going to do there anyways? Nothing.

He tried to start a conversation many times which I didn't follow. I wasn't very talkative. I was basically ignoring him. I didn't want to but I couldn't help it. I felt bad for him but I was stubborn.

"Forgive me" I said.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Nothing, just tired"

"Oh yeah that means you are mad, I've read it somewhere. Guide on how to understand a girl. Very useful"

"Let it be, I'll be fine soon"

There was so much silence in that car and it was so peaceful.

I started touching my thighs up and down because I was feeling kind of cold and I could see him looking at me sideways doing it, while driving.

Considering that, I went a little further to provoke some kind of weird situation on purpose. I was basically massaging my thighs the same way I would do and actually almost did with his. And yeah, it wasn't a normal thing, but it was pretty discreet. And he wasn't going to do or say anything about it, I simply knew it. He is a master at controlling himself not gonna lie.

"What are you going to do when you get home?" He asked.

"Take a shower and watch TV probably, and YouTube. Call friends maybe. I don't know"

"That's a good plan, spending time with yourself. I miss doing that" he admitted.

"Yeah but it's also boring"

"Why are you mad by the way?"

"I'm mad at myself"

I was, I mean let's be honest, he did nothing. I expect too much, again forgetting it's Elon Musk. I was mad at myself for that, expecting and wanting what I couldn't have. In simple words, daydreaming.

Furthermore, my mind wouldn't let me believe that he had nothing with anyone at all.

I don't think I'm even capable of handling this and even if anything happened... well.

Let's not think about it. The less you stress the better things work.

We got to my house. He was waiting for me to enter my house so he could finally leave. That meant a lot.

I just waited at my door and smiled playfully at him so he stayed for longer.