Molly has spent her life growing up alongside her best friend Lando Norris who is now racing in his second season for McLaren F1 team. She never missed a karting, GP3, F2 race but whilst lando was achieving his dream she had been studying for hers w...
Today is the day we fly out to Bahrain for the start of the triple header and the last 3 races of the season. I've spent the last week in Maranello getting as much sorted as possible before we are constantly on the road. It's been difficult to plan but luckily the media are limited to the ones in the F1 bubble.
I'm currently wheeling my suitcase through the airport in Bologna. Me and Charles are flying out a couple of days early to spend some time together and work on getting back together. Although nothing is official I know we are exclusive with each other already which calms my anxiety down. We take a seat on a couple of sofas and wait for our gate to be called. I'm working away on my laptop when I look up to ask Charles a question and see him fast asleep. He looks adorable if not slightly uncomfortable. It's been a long week already so I'm not surprised he is sleep. I decide to take a picture and post it on Instagram
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@mollylanesF1 Travelling a lot for work isn't as glamorous and fun as you might expect. Either @charlesleclerc is tired or he has found my company extremely boring! Bahrain here we come 🇧🇭
@landonorris he definitely finds you boring! Have a safe flight @georgerussell63 yep definitely boredom! See you at the track! @alexalbono this is cute! Although I think the others are right you are boring! We are only kidding!
I giggle at the comments from the boys and that seems to disturb Charles "did I fall asleep?" He asks and I nod my head "it's almost time to go to our gate" I tell him as he shakes his head "sorry Mon Amour for not being good company" I smile "I've been working don't worry about it" he pulls out he phone and I start to giggle when I know he will see my post "MOLS!" He shouts and I burst into fits of giggles "this is embarrassing!" I shake my head "I think you look adorable" he rolls his eyes "do you ever not think that?" I think for a second causing him to act offended "nah, sometimes I think you look ridiculous fit" he laughs "sometimes your British mannerisms confuse me" I never realised how some terms are purely British before I met Charles.
Once we are on the plane I feel my anxiety sky rocket "Mon Amour, I'm right here" he tells me holding my hand and kissing the side of my head. I screw my eyes shut as the plane takes off, I hate the feeling you get when you are forced back into your seat. Once the plane levels out I relax and look up at Charles "all good?" He questions and I nod my head but refuse to let go of his hand. I calm silence falls over us as he reads through some data analysis that's been sent over to him and I pop on a podcast. Being together is as easy as breathing but I don't wish to rush back to before.
We land in Bahrain 16 hours later and I am relieved to get off of the plane. We wander through security to the covid testing hand in hand. Once we have finished that we are taken directly to our hotel and we make the decision to isolate together for the 24 hours. I pull my laptop out and plug it in. "Mol, want some lunch?" Charles asks "yes please! Whatever you are having" I say back as he is in the bedroom. We have quite a lot of luggage as we won't be returning home for 4 weeks now. I think this is the longest fly away I've had.
Charles POV - NSFW scene
I wander back into the living area and spot her replying to an email "you aren't supposed to be working" I tell her wrapping my arms around her shoulders and rest my chin on her head. I see she has a request for an interview that I wouldn't usually accept and she declines it before responding to me "I know it just makes my weekend easier" I smile down at her and I can't resist kissing her. It starts off slow but the passion builds and I find myself loosing my self control "please Mon Amour" I mutter in her ear and she responds with a moan. That's all of the encouragement I need I bite down on her neck and she moans again. We haven't been this close in what feels like the longest time. After getting over the initial surprise, she sank into him with a sigh of relief. She hadn't realized how much she'd missed this with him. As the kiss became more feverish, their arms wrapped around each other, bodies pressed together, she felt him getting hard. Instinctively she moved closer, cuddling him between her thighs. He knew she was getting wet. He moved to her neck, and, sliding her shirt out of the way, trailed his tongue from the base of her neck to the tip of her shoulder and back. She moaned, long and low. she'd longed for this so much it ached. She could barely breathe. He pulled back, warning her that if they were going to stop, now would be a good time to do so. However, looking in her eyes, he knew she didn't want to stop anymore than he did. He kissed her again, harder, more demanding. She returned it.
He stepped away long enough to lead her down the hall to the bedroom. They stepped in and, taking her wrist, he roughly brought her to him. He laid her down on the bed and came down on top of her. Her arms went around his neck. His knee nudged her legs apart. She willingly opened for him. He said once again, now was the time to stop if they were going to. She didn't want to, but she didn't want him to regret anything. Before she finished the sentence he kissed her again. As he moved his lips to her neck, he paused briefly and breathed into her ear, with hot breath that caused every inch of her, inside and out, to quiver in his strong arms, that he, too, would never regret anything with her.
He kissed her neck, and gave her a little nibble. She gasped in pleasure. He then growled that she had too many clothes on. She sat up as he rose to remove his shirt. She ran her hands along his bare sides, the feel of his skin, warm and smooth under her hands, was like an aphrodisiac. She kissed his stomach, sides, and chest. They both reached for his belt, his hands were faster though.
She allowed him to pull her to her feet. He grasped her shirt and had it over her head before she knew it. His hands slid down her sides and he moaned at the sight of her luscious curves. They came to rest on her hips. As he began to pull the last of the material barriers from her, she reached out and wrapped her hand around the long, hard shaft between them. He groaned and growled, his knees nearly buckling at her touch. He pushed her back onto the bed and followed her, like a lion on the prowl, as she scooted back to give him more room. As he stretched out on her, she reached down and continued stroking him. Propping himself up with one arm, his other hand covered her breast and began to gently knead. She sighed and made a small sound in the back of her throat. The feeling was so familiar. He then traced her nipple with his fingers and, taking it between his thumb and index finger, pinched it just enough to cause her to gasp and to make the bud stand erect. His hand moved from one breast to the other, not wanting to leave an inch of her feeling neglected. They lost themselves to each other and it felt like coming home. In those moments he knew they would be okay together, hopefully forever.
Molly POV
I had forgotten what it felt like to be with him, all of the memories came rushing back. It's was like coming home. I roll over to see Charles staring at me "that was incredible" he tells me kissing me softly "you took my by surprise" he laughs "you know I always want you in every single way" I grin up at him "I love you baby" I say using the nickname from when we were together "I forgot how good it was to hear you call me that"
We are re learning what it takes to be together but I think we are on the right track. I can't imagine myself with anyone but him for the rest of my life. He is my person and we just need to figure out how all of this works.
