Gasoline - [Charles Leclerc]

2.3

"Can you zip me up?". Edrice asked as she looked in the mirror at her appearence, dressed in a black halter dress that reached er knees, suede black heels on her feet that made her just a bit taller, her legs looking just a bit longer. "Of course". Charles hummed, standing up from the chair he was seated in and walking over to her. Edrice looked over her shoulder as she felt his hot fingertips brushing over her bare spine before they grasped onto the zipper and moved it up till the dress was closed. "You look gorgeous". He let his fingers trail over the soft material of her dress, watching in the mirror how it smoothed out over her curvy body. He pressed his lips to her bare shoulder, inching them further and further up to her neck. A small laugh escaped her mouth and the turned around, letting him take her into his embrace. Charles let his palms spread over her waist and she curled her arms around his neck. "I don't want to sound like I want you out of here... But when are you planning to leave? Did you buy a retour flight?". Charles asked.

Edrice shook her head while she played with the ends of his jet black hair in the nape of his neck. "I'll go back home when you have to train again. I don't want to be in the way". She said. "You're never in the way, Edrice". Charles muttered while his lips dipped down to hers to kiss her, tasting the lipstick she had applied after she had showered. "Stay here for one more day, I do have to train tomorrow, but Andrea would like to see you as well. I'll bring you to the airport tomorrow evening". He said and Edrice nodded in agreement, a small smile curling her lips when she looked into the sky blue eyes of her boyfriend. "You smell good". She mentioned, her nostrills had caught a whiff of his cologne that was spritzed over his neck and the long sleeved white shirt her wore. He had a pair of jeans under it and he looked so handsome as ever. "So do you". Charles grinned lightly and pressed another kiss to her lips, moving her hair over her shoulder as he held the back of her neck. "Let's get going". He said while he pulled away from her.

Their fingers interlocked as Charles locked the door of his apartment and they made their way to the car that was parked in the garage. The lights of the ash grey Ferrari flickered as he unlocked its doors, opening one side for Edrice before sitting down on the other side behind the wheel. Edrice had no idea which restaurant they were going, but she was sure it was going to be a nice evening. Charles' left hand rested on the steering wheel while the other played with her fingers, making them smile at each other while the comfortable silence filled the car, the radio softly playing in the background. Monte Carlo in the sunlight was amazing, but in the moonlight it was magical. The lights of the hotels and the apartment complexes rose high up and the bruising center was vivid as ever. Edrice loved being her. It felt more like home than London every now and then. "Here we are". Charles said and stopped the car, putting it in reverse to settle it in an empty parking spot.

Edrice opened the door and got out herself. She didn't bring her purse or whatsoever. She had left her Phone at his apartment, some money in her bra if needed. "It's been a while since we went out for dinner". Charles hummed when he pulled her into his side. "After you visited me in London was the last time". "Ages ago". He complained and it made her chuckle a bit as he over exaggerated. His hand brushed over her lower back when she entered the restaurant first, waiting for him to join her in the waiting area while a waitress came up to them. Charles quickly informed her that he had reserved a table for two and she guided you to your table. Edrice sat down at one side and Charles on the other, looking at her with a smile. Wine was served for her, a glass of water for him and some appetizers to start with before their main courses would come. They had a good time at the restaurant and Edrice felt like they could leave the previous happenings away and in the past. She was glad she was here in Monaco and not in London.

Jomana was away anyway, but she still didn't want to be in the office. It felt as if Jomana's negative energy was lingering there and she didn't want to be in it. Edrice felt too full to take any desert, so they enjoyed a coffee after dinner instead. The lovers drove back home afterwards to finish the night tangled up in each other. Charles parked the car again and they moved up the building with the elevator, hands entwined the whole time. "I really enjoyed tonight". He spoke up when he unlocked the door and in the hallway, he took her jacket from her shoulders to put it on the coatrack. "So did I". Edrice smiled before getting her heels off her feet. "We've been talking a lot, with words". Charles said as he drew her into his chest. Her hands rested flat against his firm pectorals before they moved upwards to his shoulders and his neck. "You want to talk more?". She asked, feeling his hot breath ghosting over her face while their lips almost brushed together. "I'm kind of addicted to your body language, mon amour". Charles said.