Gasoline - [Charles Leclerc]

2.8

      Edrice felt her world still spinning around when she woke up. The party last night had been too fun to leave early. She could remember that her and Cate were begging the security men at the door, who had to drag them out, to stay open for just a bit longer, even though the sun had already risen and it was as light outside as when they had entered the club. Charles had held her hand the whole walk back to his apartment, he wasn't as drunk as she was, maybe a bit tipsy, but that was about it. He was quite amused to see her drunk for the first time and he didn't mind to take care of her at all. Charles had taken her home and put her on the edge of the bed to get her out of her clothes, dressing her in one of his shirts. She had barely laid down or she sat up again, muttering she needed to take her makeup off as well. Charles had sighed, nevertheless with a smile while he followed her into the bathroom and helped her wipe the lipstick off her lips and the mascara from her lashes. She had fallen into his arms afterwards from how tired she was.

Edrice remembered that Charles had lifted her up and brought her back to bed, and she went straight to a coma for six hours afterwards. The Egyptian sat up slowly, blinking against the amount of light when she opened her eyes and she rubbed her tired eyes. Her throat was dry and she felt dehydrated from the amount of alcohol she had consumed. "Good morning, princesse". Charles' sweet voice filled her ear as she pushed the door of the bedroom open and just now she saw how late it was. It was half past twelve, so of course Charles was up already. "Hi". Her voice rasped. "I've got you pancakes, orange juice and a glass of water with two aspirins". Charles chuckled, pushing the sheets aside on his side of the bed and he placed the plate down on the mattress. "You're too sweet, especially for how bitchy I've been to you yesterday". Edrice groaned. She wanted to say it the previous night, but she didn't want to ruin the party mood in the end, so she decided to talk to him about it later.

"I've deserved it, don't worry". Charles laughed a bit. "By the way, I hope you don't mind these are like ready to go pancakes from the court around the corner, I can't cook". His cheeks blossomed slightly red as his hands reached to rub the back of his neck in shyness. "Even if you'd cook them black and crumbled, I wouldn't mind, Charles". Edrice smiled, reaching over to press a kiss to his cheek. "But I'd be hungry in the end. And that's not the case now". She cheekily added, which made him smile. Edrice shoved her sheets away too and sat up on her knees, reaching for the glass of orange juice before she took the water and the aspirins. "Since when are you up?". She asked. "Nine or so". Charles shrugged. "I'll nap later". He said as he had slept around four hours then. Edrice slowly nodded while she cut the pancakes and ate one of them, feeling a bit more clear in her head when her stomach had something in it to digest. "These are really good". She spoke up. "Did you just work out?". She asked as he was dressed in some shorts and a dry-fit Nike shirt.

"Yeah, just a run, nothing more". Charles said, pricking his fork into a piece of pancake as well. Edrice hummed in response. "Why are you asking?". He said as he watched her put her fork down on her empty plate. Edrice her darker eyes flickered up to him. Even though she looked tired and her hair was messy, some mascara still remained around her eyes and was smudged a bit, she was so gorgeous. "That means you still have to shower". She sighed and stood up. "I want to shower as well, let's save some time". Her eyelashes fluttered while her hand leaned on his upperarm to press another kiss to his cheek. Charles let out a huff of air and shook his head at her in amusement, looking over his shoulder to see how she peeled his shirt off her body and walked into the bathroom. He went back to the kitchen for a moment to leave the plate there and got back to her. When he moved into the bathroom as well, the water was already running and soft steam came from the cubicle, the curtain pulled around the cubicle, but he could still see her silhouette.

Charles stripped himself from his clothing, leaving them in the laundry bin while he pushed the curtain open the join her. He was met with the sight of his girlfriend leaning back against the wall, her left hand caressing her own body as her fingers drifted between her thighs. His pupils darkened when he looked at her, the erotic image in front of him making his tongue dart over his lips to wet them, a certain eagerness growing in his body. "You couldn't wait, hmm?". Charles hummed, taking her wrists in his hands and pinning them next to her head. She whimpered softly when his naked body pressed up against hers. "I just love how you looked like you could smack me in the face yesterday while you were just touching yourself to the idea of letting me fuck you in the shower, babe". Edrice gasped with a small smile that curled her lips, barely believing Charles was speaking to her like that. "You think I'm funny?". He asked and her teeth dug harshly into her lower lip. His fingers curled around her jaw and he held her head locked in the position so she couldn't turn away from him.