A familiar chime sounds from the spot next to you and you look up from your sudoku book with an excited gasp.

“Guys! I got a text!”

You scramble for your phone, opening it quickly as the other Islanders rush over to hear the message. Your eyes scan over the words and you read them quickly, your excitement doubling—nay, quadrupling. You let out a happy shriek, your feet moving in a giddy half-dance half-jumping routine that has Garrett chuckling fondly.

“Girl, read the damn text!” Allie laughs, though the suspense is obviously getting to her.

You quell your excitement enough to clear your throat dramatically.

“‘Y/N & Garrett, Today you’ll be going on your first date together! Please get ready to leave the Villa #OneOnOne #SeasTheDay’”

As soon as you finish reading the text, the girls crowd you with overlapping squeals and demands that they have to help you get ready, while the guys hype Garrett up like he just won a championship. You barely have time to look at him before the girls are dragging you away to the dressing room.

“Girl!” Hannah grabs you by the shoulders as soon as you enter the room.

You match her enthusiasm. “I know!”

“Okay!” Allie stands up on one of the chairs to demand your attention, wobbling slightly. Dionne immediately rushes to her side to stabilize it with an exasperated look. “The time for celebrating is over! Now is the time that we must come together and focus on what’s important—Making sure you look so hot that Garrett malfunctions.”

You laugh along as the girls cheer in excitement, though Allie’s demeanor hasn’t dropped. She commands you all like a general, pointing at each of the girls as she barks out orders. “Dionne, you’re on bikini duty, preferably something that holds up the girls, but prioritize bottoms that make her ass look insane.”

You snort, though heat rises to your cheeks when all the girls just look at you knowingly.

“Kendall, you’re makeup. I want it minimal, waterproof, and sexy.” Kendall salutes teasingly. “Hannah, you’re on hair and perfume. She needs to smell like the most fuckable piña colada Garrett’s ever had the honor of smelling—And for the love of God, someone plug in a curling iron!” 

Hannah moves to do just that as Allie climbs down from her chair.

Kendall crosses her arms in amusement. “And what exactly will you be doing, Captain?”

“The pièce de résistance.” Allie rummages through her suitcase before pulling out a bottle of shimmery body oil and holding it up triumphantly. “They shall see you sparkle from Mars.”

Four bikinis, three different perfumes, and an entire bottle of body oil later, you’re finally ready for your date with Garrett. You and the girls dance around excitedly—loud enough that the boys can hear you from downstairs—as you show off your chosen bikini.

“We definitely did it,” Hannah says with a satisfied smile as the girls high five. 

Allie pretends to wipe a tear from her cheek. “I feel like a proud mother.”

Before you can say anything back, there’s a loud knock on the door.

“Can I come in now?” Garrett’s voice sounds muffled, but the grumpiness in his tone travels just fine.

Perhaps you and the girls had gone a bit overboard, which left Garrett waiting right outside the door for you for 25 minutes because Allie refused to let him in until you were done.

“One second!” Allie shouts back, rolling her eyes teasingly.

The girls all pull you into a group hug and you thank them—for probably the 50th time—for all their help as you squeeze your arms around them. Hannah fixes a bit of your hair and Kendall does a quick pull up of your bikini top and then they’re all heading to the exit.

“Have fun!”

Allie finally opens the door and Garrett takes them in with a tired expression that they all fully ignore.

Dionne glances back at you and then looks him up and down. “You don’t deserve her.”

The girls leave the dressing room and you suddenly feel nervous, turning to the mirror to fix your perfectly fine lip gloss as Garrett enters the room.

 “Hey—Holy…” 

You turn to face him and Garrett’s lips remain parted as he takes you in. He blinks. And then blinks again. And then blinks for a third time.

You light up with a bright smile when you see his outfit. “We’re matching!”

He’s wearing a pair of purple swim trunks that match pretty closely the violet color of your bikini and a fully unbuttoned linen shirt that you’re sure will be left behind as soon as you get to your destination. 

“Yeah… I, um…” His mouth moves weakly, but no words come out.

You reach for the short wrap around skirt that came with your swimsuit and tie it around your waist. When you finish and look back at him, Garrett still hasn’t found his voice.

You raise your brows slightly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m—Holy shit.” He looks up in an attempt to collect himself. “I asked Dionne what color you were wearing.”

“...Why are you saying that to the ceiling?”

“I need a minute.”

A slow smile of realization grows on your face as you take a step closer. The tantalizing scent of pineapple, coconut, sea salt, and fresh vanilla that Hannah layered onto your pulse points follows you. 

“You know, you haven’t even complimented me yet,” you pout playfully. “Do you not think I look pretty, Garrett?”

“You’re not playing fair right now.” Garrett’s voice comes out strained.

You let out a flirty giggle and take another step, cocking your head and batting your lashes with feigned innocence. “I’m just asking if you think I look pretty or not. Me and the girls spent a long time getting—,”

A yelp slips past your lips when Garrett’s hands dart out suddenly and grip onto your hips. He pulls you into him so quickly that you stumble, connecting your lips in a heated kiss before you even have time to find your footing. Any teasing you have left gets swallowed by him as he slips his tongue into your mouth and you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer.

His hands feel up your ass before dropping down to your thighs, gripping them as he lifts you up and makes you wrap your legs around his waist. Without breaking your kiss, he lets go of you with one hand, using it to clear off whatever is on the vanity, and sets you down on the table.

You pull away when you hear the clatter and look down at the objects that have fallen to the floor. “My moisturizer…”

“I’ll get you a new one,” Garrett waves off, cupping your face with both of his hands as he tries to bring your lips back to his.

“How? We’re in a secluded villa in Fiji—,”

He cuts you off with another deep kiss, thumbs brushing against your cheeks as he slots himself farther between your legs. Your moisturizer is quickly forgotten as you tangle your fingers into his hair, the heels of your feet digging into his back as you try to get him closer. His lips pull away from you suddenly and you heave a breath as he attaches them to your neck, his hands falling to the spot just above your hips as he sucks and bites against your skin.

You look down at him, as much as you can, when you hear a small noise. “Are you sniffing me?”

“Yes,” Garrett states unapologetically, taking another deep breath of you as he goes back to pressing rushed, open-mouthed kisses along your skin.

Your legs tighten around him when his mouth reaches the tops of your breasts, shivering when his teeth sink into them gently, before he traces over the shallow mark with his tongue. It’s only when his fingers move to pull your top farther down that you grab his face with your hands and pull him away from you.

You squish his cheeks together, giggling when his lips pucker. “We’re gonna be late for our date.”

“You’re kidding!”

When the SUV finally arrives at your date location, you’re practically racing out of the car.

“Garrett, it’s a waterpark!”

“I can see that.” Garrett smiles in amusement, following after you—though not quite with your same level of urgency. 

“We get a whole waterpark to ourselves,” you gush, taking in all the water slides excitedly. “This is so awesome!”

You untie your wrap skirt and Garrett discards his shirt and then you’re grabbing him by the hand and dragging him to the nearest slide.

The two of you start by going down the tube slides together, your shrieks of joy mixing with Garrett’s laughter as you both slide down in the inner tube. Then you challenge Garrett to a race down the two straight slides—where the two of you stay for the next half hour because you both can’t agree on who actually won. 

(On one of your runs, Garrett gets a five second penalty because he jumped the start on the last race and then you also get a five second penalty because you do the same thing on the next one—this back and forth continues quite frequently. At one point, Garrett gives you a 10 second penalty for having a “bad attitude”. He’d already reached the bottom of the slide before you even finished serving it.)

“Just admit that I won,” Garrett’s slightly out of breath as you both exit the water.

You are much more out of breath. “Admit? I think you mean lie. Because you definitely did not win.”

“What are you talking about?” He laughs. “I literally finished a foot ahead of you!”

“Yeah, because you have gross, Bigfoot sized feet.”

Garrett’s jaw drops in disbelief, but he can’t stifle his amusement. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” You lift your chin up defiantly. 

“That’s it—,”

“Garrett—!”

You scream when Garrett grabs you suddenly, lifting you up and holding you out over the pool. He pretends to drop you and the slight jerk makes you let out another scream and cling to his arms.

“Put me down!” You demand, struggling in his grip.

“I won. Say it.”

“No, you’re taller. Which we agreed we’d account for–for fairness–and I accounted for it. I won.”

“You sure?” Garrett gives you one more chance.

You stick your tongue out. “Positive, Bigfoot.”

“Fine.” He shrugs. And then he drops you into the pool.

Your screech gets swallowed by the water and you kick your feet to bring yourself back up to the surface, wiping water from your eyes before they suddenly widen in panic.

“Garrett,” you say much more seriously.

He’s still chuckling at you from the pool deck.

“Garrett, my top came off.”

Your treading water quickly becomes you kicking your feet rapidly to keep your head up as you wrap your arms to cover your bare chest. You turn your head to see the offending fabric floating next to you. You can tell the exact moment Garrett spots it too because he starts chuckling harder.

“Stop laughing!” You shout at him—though it loses a lot of its intimidation when you’re barely treading water in a pool without a top on.

“Okay, okay.” He’s still laughing, but Garrett jumps into the water too.

When he comes back up, he pushes his wet curls back against his head and grabs your bikini top. “C’mere.”

It’s a bit more difficult to move through the water without using your arms so as soon as you’re close enough, he grabs your bent elbow and pulls you to him faster. He bends a leg so that you can rest on his thigh and angles himself wordlessly so that his body is shielding yours as much as he can. He looks at the strapless top in slight confusion, before deciding to just stretch it with both hands and pull it over your head.

“If I just flashed my tits to all of America, I will kill you,” you grumble, keeping your arms wrapped tightly around your boobs as Garrett shimmies the top down your shoulders.

He grins. “I just can’t believe it came off now and not all the times we went down the slides.”

“Shut up.”

Once Garrett gets the top over your breasts, you pull each arm out slowly as he keeps it in place, until you’re finally wearing it properly again.

“There.” He presses a short kiss to your lips. “Modesty preserved.”

You glare at him. “I hate you.”

“Yeah… You’re still gonna kiss me though,” Garrett teases.

Not even your pride can stop you from wrapping your legs around his waist and kissing him again as he holds you both up in the water.

The two of you stay in the pool for a bit longer before you’re led to a poolside set up of drinks and towels that acts as the final part of your date. Garrett offers you one of the towels to dry off with, but you, somewhat shyly, ask if you can share his instead, and you end up resting against his chest as he wraps a towel around the both of you.

You’re tired in the best way, drained from a day in the water and sleepy from the sun warming your skin. You snuggle deeper into Garrett’s arms.

“This was so fun,” you say quietly.

“Yeah?” Garrett takes a sip of his drink before passing one to you.

You take a small sip before setting it down and looking up at him with a drowsy smile. “Yeah. Like, top ten days of all time.”

“Damn, of all time?” Garrett smiles teasingly, though it’s too soft around the edges to actually have that effect. “That’s a pretty great day.”

“Mhm.” You nod against his chest. 

Garrett takes another sip of his drink. “I had a great day too... I’m glad it was with you.”

You smile, reaching for his hand and interlocking your fingers together.

“What do you think our first date on the outside would look like?” You wonder aloud.

“Will,” Garrett corrects.

“Hm?”

“You should ask what it will look like, because it’s definitely happening,” he gently brushes a small fleck of mascara from under your eye. “And it’ll look like whatever you want it to look like.”

You let out a small yawn. “That’s a cop out.”

“Nah, it’s me giving my girl whatever she wants,” Garrett grins.

You twist slightly to look at him and you're close enough that some of the water dripping from his wet curls lands on your shoulder.

“Even a private waterpark?”

“Mm.” He hums in agreement, dipping his head to peck your lips. He lets his lips linger against yours for a moment longer and you feel his smile grow against your mouth. “I’ll even pretend like you won every slide race.”

You lift a hand to caress his cheek, affection sparkling in your eyes. “I’ll let you win some too.”

“Oh yeah?” Garrett turns slightly to kiss your palm. “Careful, or I might think you really like me.”

You reach your hand around to the back of his head to play with the hair at the nape of his neck, and kiss him again, letting your lips move against his lazily. 

“That’s okay. I do.”

By the time you and Garrett make it back to the Villa, you’re almost entirely dry and you feel like you’re glowing—thanks to Allie’s body oil, both inside and out. 

You both look at each other in mild confusion when the other Islanders don’t immediately come out to greet you. But a loud laugh from the fire pit and an unfamiliar head of blond hair quickly gives you a possible answer.

You cock your head. “Wait, did a bombshell come in while we were gone?”

“I guess so,” Garrett shrugs.

Hannah finally spots you, leaping up from the fire pit and rushing over and you catch the attention of the other Islanders as the rest of the girls follow her.

“You’re back! How was it?”

You lean against Garrett with a smitten smile as the girls crowd around you. “It was really fun.”

The girls let out small ‘aw’s when Garrett nods in agreement, his expression just as soft.

“I’d say you missed out on what happened in the Villa today, but something tells me you would’ve preferred this anyway,” Kendall teases.

“I noticed.” You glance at the guys still by the fire pit. “Did we get a new bombshell?”

The girls all nod, pulling you from Garrett’s embrace and telling you snippets about him excitedly as they lead you over to the rest of the group, Garrett trailing slightly behind.

Once you get to the fire pit, you’re able to see the new bombshell more clearly. He’s tall, with blond hair and striking green eyes. In a different villa, you might have been interested, but after the day you just had, it wouldn’t matter how cute he is, he doesn’t stand a chance.

“I’ve been hearing a lot about you. I’m Dean.” He introduces.

“Hi,” you give him a friendly smile. You don’t miss the way Allie is looking at him like he’s either the best or worst thing to enter the Villa. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Dean lets his eyes travel down your body, taking in your bikini and appearance with a cocky grin. “The pleasure’s all mine. You’re very… sparkly.”

An arm suddenly wraps around your shoulder and you’re pulled into Garrett’s chest. 

“So am I,” he deadpans.

Behind Dean, Allie stifles a giggle.

From your various activities throughout the day, much of your shimmery body oil had transferred onto Garrett—notably on his chest, neck, and hands and, most visibly, around his mouth. 

Dean holds up his hands placatingly. “Just makin’ an observation.”

“Mhm.”

When Garrett doesn’t offer anything else, you pinch his side teasingly.

“This is Garrett.” You make the introduction for him. “I promise he’s usually nicer.”

Dionne lets out a disbelieving laugh and the other Islanders just glance at each other, knowing you’re either being funny or totally oblivious. And, but the look on your face, it’s definitely the latter.

Dean chuckles. “I don’t know. From what I’ve seen, I think he’s only nice to hot girls in purple bikinis.”

Your cheeks heat at the implication and even more so when everyone else seems to agree with him.

 “Just this one actually.” Garrett says it so casually your stomach flutters, before tilting his head so he’s only looking at you. “Can we go now?”

“Garrett, don’t be rude.”

He pulls you closer into his side. “What? We’re still in our swimsuits from the waterpark. I don’t want the chlorine to irritate your skin...”

You snort. “Yeah right.”

Garrett grins at you and his fingers trace over the waistband of your bikini bottoms.

“Chlorine’s no joke,” Dean ruins the moment when he suddenly chimes in, nodding solemnly before his lips pull into a flirty smirk. “If you need any help taking your suit off, I’d be more than happy—,”

Garrett’s smile drops instantly and his grip tightens around your waist. “We’re leaving now.”

You laugh as he herds you away from the group and towards the bedroom, throwing a happy wave over your shoulder.

“See you guys later! And welcome to the Villa, Dean!”

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tmz Model Y/n L/n and F1 driver Oscar Piastri celebrate 2 year anniversary and new house purchase with a loved up trip to Paris, France.

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user1 CUTEEEE

user2 two years and a house already...?

->user3 they would live in each others skin if they could ->user4 "already" you do not know them at all do you?

user5 oh to be young and in love

user6 still don't know how he pulled her 😭

user7 in monaco or???

->user8 in france im pretty sure ->user9 nice, france!! like a 30 min drive to monaco

user10 can he teach me his ways pls

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yourusername falling more in love everyday <3

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oscarpiastri wow

oscarpiastri luckiest guy on earth and beyond

oscarpiastri love you more everyday

->yourusername love you angel boy <3 ->user2 GUYS i love them ->user3 just disgustingly in love ->user3 i can't blame them tbh

user4 im obsessed with you two

user5 you are so beautiful it's insane

user6 they are like a couple who just also happens to be famous

->user7 the most couple like couple on the grid ->user8 i think it's bc they just actually look in love 😭

user9 okay but do you guys need a third?

user10 ik you're going back to brunette soon but wow the blonde is so gorgeous

user11 is the second picture the new house... 👀

user12 just get married already

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vanityfair Oscar Piastri talks about partner Y/n L/n's presence in his life.

"Every day she looks at me and it's like being bathed in sunlight. When she's not around and I feel that warmth it's like she's with me. I try and tell her how that her just existing makes my day better, but I don't think I could ever put into words how much she means to me."

Piastri told Vanity Fair in a interview.

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user1 oh im crying

user2 the way I would cry if anyone ever spoke this way about me

yourusername i was going to talk about how handsome he is but now im sobbing

->user3 GIRL ME TOO ->user4 if you don't marry him right now...

user5 never heard of someone who didn't love y/n

user6 since when was he such a loverboy oh my god!?!????

user7 do they ever stop talking about each other 🙄

->user8 god forbid a couple actually like each other ->user9 they're in love? why is that a bad thing 😒

user10 and this picture... 😭❤

user11 yeah they're never breaking up

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enews Y/n L/n and Oscar Piastri are sparking engagement rumors after L/n was seen arriving to the paddock wearing a gold cigar band ring with a diamond.

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user1 don't even joke lad.

user2 it doesn't look like an engagement ring but it does at the same time

->user3 that makes me think it is a engagement ring b/c she doesn't seem like the type to want a basic trendy ring ->user4 she wears chunky jewelry a lot so i think it's pretty prefect for her!

user5 least surprising rumor

user6 not believing it until she says it

user7 okay but she looks so hot

user8 now this is a rumor i wanna have faith in

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oscarpiastri that's amore...

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user1 THE RINGGGG

user2 one thing about them, they're gonna be happy

user3 perfect ring and perfect couple

yourusername last picture is my new lock screen

->yourusername also what shade of blush is that? ->oscarpiastri you would know, you’re the reason it’s there ->user4 they're the cutest ->user5 i would say "just get married" but they are... ->user6 whenever they post i know im about to feel single

user7 loving u two forever wow

user8 i already know her dress is going to eat

user9 parents are getting MARRIED

user10 okay but the 4th picture is too good

georgerussell63 Congrats mate !!!!!!!!!! Liked by oscarpiastri.

user11 so in love his italian heritage came out

alex_albon So happy for you both! ❤️ Liked by oscarpiastri.

user12 is oscar allowed to comment "Congrats!" on his own engagement post?

->yourusername the way i texted him that the morning after we got engaged... ->user12 you're soooo 😭

user13 knew they'd get married from the second they started dating!!!!! CONGRATS

user14 awww 🤍 so happy for you 2!!

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✎…… kinda reheating my own nachos (here) but i love this fic <3

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No one was surprised when Allie picked Dean—and sent home Sean—at the last recoupling.

As much as Allie insisted otherwise, and you’re sure on some level she did genuinely believe it, there was absolutely no competition between the two. You’re pretty sure that the only person who didn’t know exactly what was going to go down at that fire pit was Allie herself.

On some level you felt bad for Sean, it obviously sucks being sent home, but honestly, you and him were never close and he and Garrett definitely weren’t either, so it wasn’t entirely heartbreaking to see the back of him.

Also, Allie is your girl and getting to see her finally be in a relationship that lets her be who she wants instead of who she thinks she should be, had made you Team Dean from the moment she first confessed showing interest in him. So while losing an Islander is always a bit sad, you were happy that it at least meant that Allie and Dean could couple up.

You are starting to become less happy about Allie and Dean coupling up. 

“Oh my god, my concealer can’t even cover my eyebags anymore!” Kendall complains, borderline slamming setting powder into her skin.

Your response comes in the form of a yawn so big it makes your eyes water.

Dionne tries to swipe on mascara and almost misses. “Allie, I love you, but if you and Dean spend one more night hooking up so loudly that all of us can hear, I’m putting a fucking chastity belt on that man and supergluing his hands together.”

The problem was that none of you had anticipated just how excited Allie and Dean would be to finally be coupled up. The first night, you all let it slide, cheering Allie on and demanding details when she walked into the dressing room that morning. The second night, you’d laughed about it, joking that the two need to do laps in the pool or something because they have way too much stamina. By the fourth night, it was no longer funny.

Allie winces as she takes in all of your exhausted expressions. “I’m really sorry, guys. It’s just—Dean can be—,”

“Nope, not listening to this again.” Hannah holds her hand up resolutely. “I don’t care what Dean can be—I know what Dean can be, I have to hear it every night!”

You take a tired sip of your breakfast smoothie that Garrett had only had the energy to set down in front of you, press a kiss to your head, and grumble about how he was going to go pass out somewhere, while glaring at Allie.

“I like Dionne’s chastity belt idea. Does anyone think they’d be able to swallow a key?”

“Guys,” Allie whines, but when none of you fold she sighs. “Okay, fine, no more tonight. I promise.”

None of you fully believe her, but you go back to getting ready nonetheless. (Hannah nods off while doing her blush and you almost line your lips with eyeliner.)

“I hate that he’s fucking smiling,” Garrett grumbles into your neck. “He doesn’t deserve to be happy.”

“Who—? Oh.” You cut yourself off when you get your answer in the form of Dean walking past you with a large grin on his face. 

The two of you are stretched out on one of the daybeds, Garrett’s arms wrapped around you as you fiddle with his fingers. All around the Villa, the energy is subdued, everyone having reached that point of exhaustion where they’re too tired to keep pretending that they aren’t.

Everyone except Dean, apparently, who must have been on his way to work out when he passed you, because he’s in the gym now, taking a few weights off the weight rack.

“Cocky fuck,” Garrett mutters under his breath and you laugh.

“Dionne was saying we should get him a chastity belt.”

Garrett nods a bit too seriously. “I’ll hold him down while you put it on.”

You tilt your head to look at him. “You want me that close to another guy’s dick?” You ask playfully.

“...I’ll hold him down while Tucker puts it on.”

You trace Garrett’s ring finger with two of your own, bending and stretching it in a way that would almost seem medical, if you knew anything about anatomy. “Allie promised the girls they’d let us sleep tonight.”

“I’ll believe that when I hear it.”

“If you want, I can be on earplug duty tonight,” you offer. Garrett had graciously adapted to your new, unwanted, bedroom soundtrack by sacrificing his own sleep to cover your ears for you while you tried to fall asleep, in his best attempt to muffle the noise. “So you can actually get some rest.”

Garrett presses his lips to the place where your neck meets your shoulder. “Nah, you need your beauty sleep.”

“Oh, I need it, huh?”

Clearly Garrett is too tired for your teasing and he nips your skin in response. “Stop.”

You reach your hand behind you, tangling it in his curls so you can play with his hair, and you feel him physically relax against you. He lets out a sigh of relief as his eyes flutter closed.

A familiar chime cuts through the air and you hear Dionne’s tired groan.

“I got a text!”

Garrett genuinely whimpers, burying his face into your neck for another moment longer before forcing himself to get up.

“‘Islanders, tonight the Hideaway is open! Please vote for the couple you think deserves a special night in the suite #AllNightNoSleep #AloneAtLast’”

The Hideaway announcement rejuvenates you all with just enough energy to get excited about it, each couple splitting off to decide who to vote for. You’d been waiting for an opportunity to go to the Hideaway since pretty much the moment you coupled up with Garrett, but as you move back to the daybeds to talk, you can’t help the way your stomach twists shamefully. 

“Don’t be mad.”

Garrett raises a brow as you sit down. “About what?”

You hesitate, squeezing your eyes closed like you hate the words coming out of your mouth. “I think we should let Allie and Dean go to the Hideaway.” Before Garrett can react, you continue. “It’s just—We’ve barely been able to sleep, you know? I just think I’m gonna be so tired that I’m just gonna pass out the second we get there and if we let them go then everyone will be able to sleep—,” You look at him and wince guiltily. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

You tuck your bottom lip into your teeth and start biting at the skin of it nervously. “I know you were looking forward to this…”

“I mean, yeah, I always look forward to being alone with you and I am definitely looking forward to doing other things… But—,” He leans forward, catching your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb and gently removing it from your gnawing teeth. “I also look forward to spending time with you, and sharing a bed with you, and cuddling with you, and actually sleeping. I don’t want you to feel like you have to do more than that, just because I want to.”

“I don’t—!”

“I know you don’t.” He assures you. “But I also wanted you to hear it from me, too.”

You pout, before flopping on the daybed and flinging the back of your hand over your forehead dramatically. “This is literally the worst thing that has ever happened to me!”

“That cannot be true,” Garrett snorts.

You peek at him through your fingers. “When we finally go to the Hideaway, I’m gonna suck you dry.”

Garrett chokes on his own spit.

After you and Garrett selflessly bow out of the running, everyone’s able to come to an agreement quickly—Allie and Dean should go to the Hideaway.

“As much as I don’t want to reward you, this is the only way any of us are guaranteed sleep,” Dionne sighs when Allie does an excited dance at the results.

Garrett claps Dean on the shoulder, digging his fingers in until the blond is wincing. “You have no idea what I’ve sacrificed for this,” he tells him flatly.

As conflicted as you all are about it, the fact that you know you’re sleeping tonight does raise everyone’s spirits and you’re able to end the night on high, sending Dean and Allie off to the Hideaway with a lewd chant you and the girls had come up with during your first week in the Villa.

As soon as Dean and Allie disappear from sight, you all get ready for bed quickly.

“Goodnight!” Kendall calls out as she gets comfortable in her and Tucker’s bed. “Everyone better get at least nine hours!”

You all cheer through yawns in response and you let Garrett throw an arm over your middle as the lights of the bedroom turn off.

You shift your legs to get comfortable, lift your head and fold your pillow to be more firm under you, and tuck Snowy in about seven different positions under your arm for at least half an hour before you come to the horrific realization that you can’t sleep.

Garrett groans quietly when you shift again. “Baby, stop moving.”

And you really try not to, forcing yourself to stay still and squeezing your eyes shut. But then your legs are touching each other weirdly, and the angle your neck is at is driving you crazy, and something in the pit of your stomach feels hot, and you can’t stay still anymore. You flip onto your back with a huff.

“I can’t sleep…” You whisper.

Garrett’s already half asleep, your words sounding more like they’re coming from a dream than from you. “Mm?”

The air is too hot and your spine feels crooked and no matter which way you arch or round your back, it still feels wrong. You thrash around in annoyance, shoving your face into your pillow to whine, and it’s enough to make Garrett more coherent.

“Okay,” he wipes a heavy hand over his face to wake himself up. “Okay, I’m up.”

You decide that the duvet is stupid and fling it from your body, causing it to fold awkwardly over Garrett.

“I just wanna sleep,” you plead helplessly.

Garrett shushes you gently, taking in your squirming body and the pinched pout on your face, and he tightens his grip around you to keep you from moving more. He uses his other arm to pull the blanket back over you, shushing you again before you can grumble a complaint.

“Okay, I got you,” he murmurs, fighting back a yawn as he shifts closer until his chest is pressed tightly against your back. “I got it.”

You want to argue that he definitely doesn’t “got it” because you’re still very much awake, but any argument dies in your throat when the hand he has wrapped around your middle starts moving down to the waistband of your sleep shorts.

“Garrett…”

“Shh, shh, shh.” His lips find your neck as his fingers slide under your shorts and, suddenly, the heat in your stomach intensifies and you realize why you can’t fall asleep. You lift your hips slightly, trying to get his fingers closer to where you want, but Garrett’s teeth sink into your skin warningly. “Stay still or I’m stopping.”

Your hips fall immediately and obediently and Garrett rewards the action by finally giving you what you want, rubbing a slow circle over the cotton of your panties. You only get one though, before his fingers crawl down farther to explore the wet patch growing on your gusset. 

“Poor baby,” he coos condescendingly. “This why you can’t sleep?”

You’re about to nod hastily—anything to get him to keep going—before you remember his earlier threat and stop yourself.

You feel his smile grow against your neck. “Fast learner,” he praises.

He guides you to lift up one of your legs, stretching it behind you until it’s hooked over his hip. It gives him more room and he climbs his hand back up your body until he’s able to slide it under your panties, his thick fingers pressing against the bare skin of your pelvis. He lets out a strained breath against your ear that causes a shiver to break out across your body. You let out a small whimper and he makes a soft noise of disapproval.

“I’ll give you what you want, baby, but you have to be quiet for me.”

His whole hand is cupping you, palm resting—but not moving—against your clit as he gathers some of your slick with his middle and ring finger. He teases your entrance slowly, every so often dipping a finger in, but never pushing past the cuticle. Whenever his palm shifts to follow the action it sends a jolt to your clit.

It takes everything you have not to arch into it and buck your hips until he’s three knuckles deep. Your thighs are shaking with effort, your breath is coming out in soft pants, but you force yourself to stay still.

“Good girl.”

You can hear the soft breathing of the Islanders sleeping around you. You know the room is covered in hidden cameras and microphones. Nothing about this bedroom was created with privacy in mind.

But your sleep mask is snug against your eyes and Garrett’s face is tucked into your neck and his hand is moving so slowly, it’s not even disturbing the duvet. At a glance, the two of you looked like you were—semi-innocently—spooning.

Without your sight, everything else feels heightened. The slight scratch of Garrett’s stubble on your skin, the feeling of his boxers pressed against your inner thigh, the puffs of his breath against the shell of your ear. You’re surrounded by the clean, pine scent of his body wash and hints of his cedar cologne linger on the sheets, filling your senses with nothing but Garrett.

Your jaw drops open in a silent moan when his middle finger finally slips inside of you. You have to clamp down on your bottom lip when he curls it, dragging the pad of his finger against your walls. You clench tightly around it and Garrett has to shift his hand so that his thumb can stimulate your clit in pressured circles until you’re relaxed enough that he can insert another finger.

One of your hands claws at his wrist desperately.

His fingers are big, thicker and longer than yours and effortlessly reaching spots that you can’t on your own. You can feel the rough callouses you’d spent the afternoon studying, the memorized knowledge of exactly where they are on each finger heightening the feeling of them entering and exiting you.

Garrett pushes his fingers in as far as they can go, only stopping when his palm is pressed tightly against your opening. He curls them until they’re pressing into a spot that rips a strangled moan out of your lips. Garrett stills instantly and you think you might cry, the knot that had slowly been tightening in your stomach now starting to fade away. 

“No, no, please…”

Garrett ignores your begging with a simple instruction whispered in your ear, “Pull the blanket up.”

You comply quickly, shaky hands gripping onto the edge of the duvet and pulling it up until it’s just above your nose. As soon as the blanket is in place, Garrett’s hand comes from behind you and wraps around your mouth, his fingers digging slightly into the fat of your cheeks as his palm presses tightly against your lips.

“One more chance, baby.”

His fingers start moving inside of you again, faster this time, and his other hand keeps any noises that slip out of your mouth muffled underneath the blanket. His thumb moves back to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles as his fingers pump in and out of you, crooking into that spot that Garrett has somehow already memorized. 

It all overwhelms your senses and you can’t focus on anything for too long—flooded with Garrett’s scent, and his body heat, and the feeling of sweat perspiring from your hairline and the backs of your knees, and his hand muffling your whimpers, and his callouses.    

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” He whispers, his voice hoarse with effort. “You gonna let me watch you fall apart on my fingers?”

He almost sounds drunk, his voice slurred and rushed, exhaustion loosening his lips as they murmur breathy words into your ear. He flexes his forearm in an effort to let his fingers penetrate you deeper.

“You’re doin’ so good bein’ quiet. Can’t wake anyone up, yeah? ‘Cause you know I don’t share, baby. Only I get to see you like this.”

You don’t even totally realize when you’re orgasming—instead it’s the distinct change of feeling like you’re being surrounded by Garrett to suddenly Garrett being everything. One second, Garrett’s pine body wash is filling your nostrils and the next, Garrett is just the air you breathe. Your back arches into him, and your thigh muscles contract, and that tight cord in your stomach snaps, and Garrett’s hand keeps you quiet through all of it.

He keeps his fingers inside of you, soothing you with slow, gentle strokes as you come down from your high. You breathe heavily through your nose and he removes his hand from your mouth, using it to pull the blanket away from your face. You welcome the cool air as your orgasm subsides.

Your muscles have entirely relaxed, your body sinking heavily into the mattress and your eyes finally feel like they’re supposed to be closed, no longer fighting stubbornly against the padded fabric of your sleep mask. You use your last bit of energy to flip over and bury your face into Garrett’s chest. 

You feel him brush his thumb over your forehead to wipe away some of the sweat that’s accumulated there. “You okay, pretty girl?”

You nod—or at least, you think you do, exhaustion hitting you so suddenly that your body doesn’t totally feel real anymore. Whether or not you actually nodded, the dopey, satisfied smile on your face is answer enough and Garrett tilts your chin up gently to press an attentive kiss to your lips, before his hand moves to wrap around the back of your neck to massage it lightly. 

“Okay. Sleep, baby.”

You remember slotting your knee between his thighs, and thinking that the muscle of his bicep is finally a firm enough pillow, and that Garrett found where you’d discarded Snowy on the bed and placed her between you both in just the right position, and then you’re asleep.

BONUS

The morning finds everyone much more rested and in much better moods. Allie and Dean should be coming back from the Hideaway any minute—probably a bit more tired than you all, but also much more satisfied. You’re in the kitchen, half-watching Tucker as he shows you his perfected method to boil the perfect egg as you all eat your breakfast.

You look up when Kendall—who’d been the last to wake up—hops into the kitchen happily. She holds her arms up in triumph. 

“We slept!”

You giggle and you and the girls join her celebrating from where you’re sitting by the kitchen counter.

“And I needed it too,” Hannah emphasizes in agreement, taking a bite of her avocado toast. “I think I was actually starting to go crazy because last night I swore I heard, like, the ghost of Allie and Dean hooking up in the bedroom.”

Your breakfast smoothie goes down the wrong pipe and Garrett hides his smirk behind his coffee mug.

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just you and him.

and the ring that sits heavy in his pocket.

so far this summer break has been going perfectly, and you honestly seem to be none the wiser to his actual goal for this trip. lando truly can't even fathom how lucky he is to be with you. he can't help but let his eyes drag over your body, the fitted, knitted dress you're wearing hugging all your curves perfectly. your swimsuit stands out underneath the dress and he feels a familiar warmth spreading through his body as he watches you.

it honestly makes him want to lay you out on the sand and take you here and now. no. not right now, maybe afterwards when you say yes.

well... he's hoping you'll say yes. lando is 99.9% sure you'll say yes to him.

the world champion feels like everything is falling into place. finally. even after the shitty season he's been having, nothing can take away this moment for the two of you. lando would probably fight someone if they did try to ruin it for him.

"hey," he calls out softly, earning your attention immediately. lando watches you turn around, eyes sparkling under the golden sky and he feels his heart skip a beat as he looks at you. it honestly takes him a moment to gather his thoughts back. "come here, pretty girl."

you laugh before you're walking over to him, his hand out stretched for you to take. he notes how soft your hands feel, remembering the lotion you rubbed all over your body earlier that morning. that's probably why his hands feel so soft as well, cause you made him also put some on his hands. "they'll get too dry if you don't moisturize, lan!" you told him as you rubbed it into his hands for him.

lando tugs you towards him once he has your hand, letting you bump into him as you both smile at each other. his free hand coming up to move some stray hairs from your face. "let's play twenty questions," he says, arms wrapping around your waist as your own dangle off around his shoulders.

he watches your eyebrows raise for a moment before nodding, "okay!"

"what's your current favorite color?" he starts off.

you can't help but roll your eyes at the question, "you always start with that one, lan!"

"just answer."

"fine..." you huff with a smile, "i guess it would have to be... pink! for right now anyways." lando doesn't think there could be a better answer than that. "my turn! what's your favorite memory of us together?"

"the night after my first win – after the partying and we came back to the hotel room and you basically smothered me in kisses until we fell asleep like that."

"who would have guessed mr. world champion is such a sap," you tease, laughing lightly as lando presses a kiss to your cheek.

"only for you, princess, no one else."

"see~ something only a cheesy sap would say!" lando can't even argue with you because it's true. "okay, you're turn again."

"current ateez bias– and you can only pick one!" he says, making sure to add the last part quickly when he sees you opening your mouth to quickly answer.

"i can't just pick one," you groan out with a pout as you look into your lover's waiting eyes. with a huff, you then make a thinking face – pausing for a moment as lando can see you actually trying to make a decision, "san." you finally answer.

"see? that wasn't so hard to answer," he teases, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you flesh against his half-bare chest.

"maybe for you," you mumble and lando can most definitely hear the pout as you bury your face in his chest. your own arms wrapping around him to hug him back. "if you had to associate us with any emojis, what would they be?"

"hmm," he says fake thinking as if he didn't already know what two, "i think the tulip for you and the frog for me."

"because you're funny looking?" lando's hand immediately came down on your ass. hard. "ow! lando!"

"you had that coming, brat, don't even," he says as his hand then kneads the flesh to try and soothe it.

"gosh, you're so mean to me," you say, peering up at your lover who is already looking at you. the golden sky shining beautifully on him and his bronze skin. "okay~ why a tulip and frog?"

"easy. tulips are your favorite flower and a frog because that's what you and fans like to associate me with."

"its your representative animal like a k-pop group would have!" you tease making lando sigh in return.

"yeah... exactly."

at some point, you pull away just enough to tug lando's hand to keep the two of you walking along the shoreline together. questions continuing to bounce off of one another. lando asking you about your favorite moment from the season so far. you ask him what's his favorite meal he's had. 

"oh look at the shells, lan!" you say, bending down to start digging through the sand some more. the british driver can't help but smile as he crouches down next to you, eyes moving between your excited expression to your hands that are covered in wet sand.

his eyes then focus on your left hand, more specifically your ring finger that sits bare. it only reminds him of what is sitting inside his pocket. waiting for him to get on one knee and pull out.

"here, baby, let me hold them while you look," he says, holding his hands out so you can easily place the small shells you've already managed to find.

"thank you~" you say with a cute, sing-song tone as you move the beautifully colored shells from your hand to his. "kiss?" you ask, eyes meeting his and lando nods with a small before he's meeting you halfway. the kiss is nice and slow, your lips fitting together perfectly and lando can taste the cherry lip gloss you put on your lips earlier.

when you pull away, lando asks, "what question are we on?"

"sixteen~ its your turn," you say as you go back to looking through the sand.

lando thought for a moment, trying to think of a question that the two of you haven't asked before. he looks at you, eyes trailing down the expanse of your bare neck and shoulders and then back up to your side profile, bottom lip between your teeth as you concentrate on digging through the sand.

"what's your favorite sex position?" lando can't help but smirk when he sees that you were caught off guard.

"gosh, i thought this was supposed to be romantic, not vulgar, lan."

"sex is romantic."

"whatever," you say, rolling your eyes but lando can see the small smile gracing your pretty lips. "favorite sex position?" you repeat his question, and he can tell you’re thinking about it. "i think... i don't know probably the mating press," you finally say with a shrug.

"mating press, huh?"

"yeah, i like when you manhandle me into it and my legs over your shoulders. you look really sexy when we do it," you explain. your boyfriend can tell that by the way your voice softens that he's made you a little flustered. which he can't help but find funny because of how often the two of you do have sex.

"don't get shy on me now, baby, just this morning you were drooling around my cock before breakfast," he teases.

"ugh, lando!" you say, hand coming to gently shove him which makes him let out a loud laugh as he's reaching over to give your hip a playful squeeze. "i just can't help it! i can't believe i still get flustered when me and the girls talk about sex. like i'm some teenage virgin."

"you probably get flustered cause you don't want them realizing how sex-crazed you are," he's leaning over in the sand just enough to breathe it hotly into your ear. "how many times have we done it on this trip alone, hm? i think i've honestly lost count. everyday?"

"no, not everyday..."

the driver can't help but to raise an eyebrow at your words, "oh really? do you want me to go back and count?"

"no, no, no! you don't have to do that! anyways, isn't it my turn to ask a question now?"

lando lets out a hum as he nods, watching as you stand up from the sand so you both can continue to walk. "go on then, ask away."

you pause for a second, stopping again so you can look through the sand for more shells. lando easily bending down with you. "what's your favorite cryptid that you most definitely believe is real."

lando smiles at the question, he remembers how this was the first question you decided to ask him on your first date. "nessie, obviously. or mothman since you seem pretty convinced he's real."

"because he is!" you defend, tone hitting a higher pitch at how excited you're getting. "we should have gone to scotland to search for nessie," you tell him.

"next time, i'll take you in-between races," he tells you. your head turns to look at him – side-eye in full effect.

"you promise?" you ask, holding your pinky out and your lover nods before wrapping his larger pinky around yours.

"i promise." he leans over to kiss your cheek as you put another shell into his hand.

"question eighteen, right?" you nod, "do you believe in soulmates?"

"of course, you can't believe in love without believing in soulmates."

"are we soulmates then?" he notices how you pause, breath catching and even though you're not looking at him, lando can still see how your eyes get a certain glint to them.

"i... i like to think we are," you say softly, your fingers drawing random patterns in the sand. the water slowly coming ashore around you both, but neither one of you reacts to it. "i mean... i feel like fate wanted us to be together, and we would have found a way to each other eventually."

"do you think we would have made it this far if we met earlier in our lives?"

"i think we met right where fate wanted us. i don't think either one of us would have been ready if we met before that day at the karting place. you were still building your f1 career and i was still focusing on school before 2022, so... i think we met in the right moment."

"you always amaze me with your talk of fate," he confesses, which makes you let out a small laugh before you're standing up once more. lando also comes to his full height as you reach to open your purse for him to put the shells in. he knows he'll hear you complaining about the sand later.

"i can't help it," you laugh, taking his hand in yours, fingers intertwining together like it was second nature at the point for the both of you.

mainly because it was second nature.

"everything happens for a reason and that reason is fate," you add, hands swinging slightly as you walk side-by-side. the sky in front of you both is a beautiful golden color mixed with pinks, purples, and oranges. lando doesn't think there could be a more perfect sky than this.

"okay, my turn! nineteen– when did you realize you wanted to date me?"

"easy. it was right after our first date. i remember dropping you off and on the way back to max's house i just... i realized that i wanted to see you again. over and over again. and every time we texted, or facetimed, or saw each other – it just helped me realize how much i wanted you in my life, but in a more official way." he says, gently stopping the two of you from walking further.

"lando..."

"i remember how nervous you were when i came to your place for the first time. shoulders tense when i walked in, and then i watched as you slowly relaxed more and more through the night. i remember picking you up from the airport for the first time and taking you to monaco. how you made sure all your outfits were cute and pretty – like you wanted to show-off just for me," he says, taking your other hands as bumps his forehead against yours. his curls brushing against your skin as he smiles at you.

"i still think about how excited you looked at your first race. how pretty you looked in my garage for the first time, not understanding a thing that was going on, but you still came. still cheered me on and hugged me whenever i got out of the car," you laugh at the memory. lando feels his heart pounding in his throat as he continues to look at you. "i realized i wanted to date you after our first date, but it took me until october to finally ask you out officially."

"we were in austin and had just gotten back to the hotel after i begged you to take me to wendy's," you add with a smile, thinking back on the memory fondly.

"you begged me, but i would have taken you regardless."

"because you love to spoil me," you tease, and lando can't deny it. because it's true.

"question twenty," he says, heart pounding and body heavy. "i've... been thinking about asking you this for a while. since..." he trails off with a laugh as he straighten his body, "you've– y/n, you're the most important person to me. i love you so, so much that sometimes my chest hurts from the amount of love i have for you. every since i seen you at the indoor karting place in london four years ago, i just... knew you were it for me. the way you easily spoke to me because you didn't know who i was and even after you found out. you didn't treat me any different. i ask myself how can i be so lucky to have you in my life? to have someone love me so much like you do?"

"because you deserve it, lan, all the love from me, your friends and family, your fans. you deserve it and so much more."

he shakes his head, "i don't want anyone else's love if its not yours, y/n. you've been with me through some of the best and worst moments of my career. from when i crashed in las vegas to my first win in miami. you let me drag you all over the world without any complaint, and... fuck, you love me so selflessly that i feel like i take you for granted sometimes."

"you never take me for granted, love," you say, hand coming up to cup his cheek. wiping away the tear he didn't even know was running down his cheek.

lando lets his free hand slip into his pocket, the small box now feeling even ten times heavier now that he's about to pull it out. like a very expensive brick that could either build a new path, or destroy everything he's been planning.

"my twentieth question," he says with a deep breath, "since last year. i told myself that when i became world champion i would finally ask you this one question. it took everything in me not to just ask you the same night i won, but i knew mom would have died if i did," he laughs out, eyes looking down at your still joined hands. your left hand preciously sitting in his larger, right one.

"you're making me nervous," you confess with a light laugh, trying to ease yourself as you feel your own heart starting to pick up speed.

"don't say that, babe, it only makes me more nervous," he scolds you softly with a laugh, shaking his head. "y/n," he starts, looking up to meet your awaiting eyes, "you are the most beautiful person i have ever met. both body and soul, no one will ever come close to being like you, and i'm so honored that i've been the one you have trusted your heart with."

lando then gets down on one knee, pulling out the small, pink, heart-shaped ring box. you immediately let out a sharp gasp, both hands shooting up to cover your mouth and lando sees how your eyes turn a glassy texture. he's 100% sure that his eyes are matching as he feels that tears start to build up in his own eyes. 

"i've thought about this moment for months now. dreaming of it and every single scenario that could happen, but having you here in front of me like this... it just makes me more certain that this is it for me," he says, a few stray tears finally running down his cheeks. "my y/n, my soulmate, will you marry me?"

lando's then opening the small box, revealing the beautiful pink, oval-shaped diamond ring that sits perfectly inside. the gold bands decorated with smaller white diamonds and it absolutely takes your breath away.

"lando," you sob out, tears running down your face as you nod your head. "yes! yes, of course i'll marry you!" you tell him as another sob rips through you. lando lets out a wet laugh, his own tears finally coming out as he takes the ring, hands shaking as he slips it onto your left ringer finger.

lando doesn't even get a chance to admire your hand before you're throwing your whole body weight into him. hands cupping the back on his head as you press your lips to his in a full-on passionate and messy kiss. his own hands holding your waist as you both tumble into the sand. the small grains flying around and covering you both as you continue to kiss in the sand. the water coming up and wetting lando's entire back but he doesn't care.

he could be completely covered in oil and wouldn't care because you said yes. yes, to becoming his wife and being with him forever.

"fuck, how did i get so lucky," he says against your lips, his hands holding you tightly against his body – afraid that if he lets go you'll disappear.

"shut up, you muppet," you tell him, tears still running down the apple's of your cheeks as you move to smother his entire face in kisses. "i love you so so much, lando."

"i love you, too, future mrs. norris."

just you and him.

and the ring that sits heavy in his pocket.

so far this summer break has been going perfectly, and you honestly seem to be none the wiser to his actual goal for this trip. lando truly can't even fathom how lucky he is to be with you. he can't help but let his eyes drag over your body, the fitted, knitted dress you're wearing hugging all your curves perfectly. your swimsuit stands out underneath the dress and he feels a familiar warmth spreading through his body as he watches you.

it honestly makes him want to lay you out on the sand and take you here and now. no. not right now, maybe afterwards when you say yes.

well... he's hoping you'll say yes. lando is 99.9% sure you'll say yes to him.

the world champion feels like everything is falling into place. finally. even after the shitty season he's been having, nothing can take away this moment for the two of you. lando would probably fight someone if they did try to ruin it for him.

"hey," he calls out softly, earning your attention immediately. lando watches you turn around, eyes sparkling under the golden sky and he feels his heart skip a beat as he looks at you. it honestly takes him a moment to gather his thoughts back. "come here, pretty girl."

you laugh before you're walking over to him, his hand out stretched for you to take. he notes how soft your hands feel, remembering the lotion you rubbed all over your body earlier that morning. that's probably why his hands feel so soft as well, cause you made him also put some on his hands. "they'll get too dry if you don't moisturize, lan!" you told him as you rubbed it into his hands for him.

lando tugs you towards him once he has your hand, letting you bump into him as you both smile at each other. his free hand coming up to move some stray hairs from your face. "let's play twenty questions," he says, arms wrapping around your waist as your own dangle off around his shoulders.

he watches your eyebrows raise for a moment before nodding, "okay!"

"what's your current favorite color?" he starts off.

you can't help but roll your eyes at the question, "you always start with that one, lan!"

"just answer."

"fine..." you huff with a smile, "i guess it would have to be... pink! for right now anyways." lando doesn't think there could be a better answer than that. "my turn! what's your favorite memory of us together?"

"the night after my first win – after the partying and we came back to the hotel room and you basically smothered me in kisses until we fell asleep like that."

"who would have guessed mr. world champion is such a sap," you tease, laughing lightly as lando presses a kiss to your cheek.

"only for you, princess, no one else."

"see~ something only a cheesy sap would say!" lando can't even argue with you because it's true. "okay, you're turn again."

"current ateez bias– and you can only pick one!" he says, making sure to add the last part quickly when he sees you opening your mouth to quickly answer.

"i can't just pick one," you groan out with a pout as you look into your lover's waiting eyes. with a huff, you then make a thinking face – pausing for a moment as lando can see you actually trying to make a decision, "san." you finally answer.

"see? that wasn't so hard to answer," he teases, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you flesh against his half-bare chest.

"maybe for you," you mumble and lando can most definitely hear the pout as you bury your face in his chest. your own arms wrapping around him to hug him back. "if you had to associate us with any emojis, what would they be?"

"hmm," he says fake thinking as if he didn't already know what two, "i think the tulip for you and the frog for me."

"because you're funny looking?" lando's hand immediately came down on your ass. hard. "ow! lando!"

"you had that coming, brat, don't even," he says as his hand then kneads the flesh to try and soothe it.

"gosh, you're so mean to me," you say, peering up at your lover who is already looking at you. the golden sky shining beautifully on him and his bronze skin. "okay~ why a tulip and frog?"

"easy. tulips are your favorite flower and a frog because that's what you and fans like to associate me with."

"its your representative animal like a k-pop group would have!" you tease making lando sigh in return.

"yeah... exactly."

at some point, you pull away just enough to tug lando's hand to keep the two of you walking along the shoreline together. questions continuing to bounce off of one another. lando asking you about your favorite moment from the season so far. you ask him what's his favorite meal he's had. 

"oh look at the shells, lan!" you say, bending down to start digging through the sand some more. the british driver can't help but smile as he crouches down next to you, eyes moving between your excited expression to your hands that are covered in wet sand.

his eyes then focus on your left hand, more specifically your ring finger that sits bare. it only reminds him of what is sitting inside his pocket. waiting for him to get on one knee and pull out.

"here, baby, let me hold them while you look," he says, holding his hands out so you can easily place the small shells you've already managed to find.

"thank you~" you say with a cute, sing-song tone as you move the beautifully colored shells from your hand to his. "kiss?" you ask, eyes meeting his and lando nods with a small before he's meeting you halfway. the kiss is nice and slow, your lips fitting together perfectly and lando can taste the cherry lip gloss you put on your lips earlier.

when you pull away, lando asks, "what question are we on?"

"sixteen~ its your turn," you say as you go back to looking through the sand.

lando thought for a moment, trying to think of a question that the two of you haven't asked before. he looks at you, eyes trailing down the expanse of your bare neck and shoulders and then back up to your side profile, bottom lip between your teeth as you concentrate on digging through the sand.

"what's your favorite sex position?" lando can't help but smirk when he sees that you were caught off guard.

"gosh, i thought this was supposed to be romantic, not vulgar, lan."

"sex is romantic."

"whatever," you say, rolling your eyes but lando can see the small smile gracing your pretty lips. "favorite sex position?" you repeat his question, and he can tell you’re thinking about it. "i think... i don't know probably the mating press," you finally say with a shrug.

"mating press, huh?"

"yeah, i like when you manhandle me into it and my legs over your shoulders. you look really sexy when we do it," you explain. your boyfriend can tell that by the way your voice softens that he's made you a little flustered. which he can't help but find funny because of how often the two of you do have sex.

"don't get shy on me now, baby, just this morning you were drooling around my cock before breakfast," he teases.

"ugh, lando!" you say, hand coming to gently shove him which makes him let out a loud laugh as he's reaching over to give your hip a playful squeeze. "i just can't help it! i can't believe i still get flustered when me and the girls talk about sex. like i'm some teenage virgin."

"you probably get flustered cause you don't want them realizing how sex-crazed you are," he's leaning over in the sand just enough to breathe it hotly into your ear. "how many times have we done it on this trip alone, hm? i think i've honestly lost count. everyday?"

"no, not everyday..."

the driver can't help but to raise an eyebrow at your words, "oh really? do you want me to go back and count?"

"no, no, no! you don't have to do that! anyways, isn't it my turn to ask a question now?"

lando lets out a hum as he nods, watching as you stand up from the sand so you both can continue to walk. "go on then, ask away."

you pause for a second, stopping again so you can look through the sand for more shells. lando easily bending down with you. "what's your favorite cryptid that you most definitely believe is real."

lando smiles at the question, he remembers how this was the first question you decided to ask him on your first date. "nessie, obviously. or mothman since you seem pretty convinced he's real."

"because he is!" you defend, tone hitting a higher pitch at how excited you're getting. "we should have gone to scotland to search for nessie," you tell him.

"next time, i'll take you in-between races," he tells you. your head turns to look at him – side-eye in full effect.

"you promise?" you ask, holding your pinky out and your lover nods before wrapping his larger pinky around yours.

"i promise." he leans over to kiss your cheek as you put another shell into his hand.

"question eighteen, right?" you nod, "do you believe in soulmates?"

"of course, you can't believe in love without believing in soulmates."

"are we soulmates then?" he notices how you pause, breath catching and even though you're not looking at him, lando can still see how your eyes get a certain glint to them.

"i... i like to think we are," you say softly, your fingers drawing random patterns in the sand. the water slowly coming ashore around you both, but neither one of you reacts to it. "i mean... i feel like fate wanted us to be together, and we would have found a way to each other eventually."

"do you think we would have made it this far if we met earlier in our lives?"

"i think we met right where fate wanted us. i don't think either one of us would have been ready if we met before that day at the karting place. you were still building your f1 career and i was still focusing on school before 2022, so... i think we met in the right moment."

"you always amaze me with your talk of fate," he confesses, which makes you let out a small laugh before you're standing up once more. lando also comes to his full height as you reach to open your purse for him to put the shells in. he knows he'll hear you complaining about the sand later.

"i can't help it," you laugh, taking his hand in yours, fingers intertwining together like it was second nature at the point for the both of you.

mainly because it was second nature.

"everything happens for a reason and that reason is fate," you add, hands swinging slightly as you walk side-by-side. the sky in front of you both is a beautiful golden color mixed with pinks, purples, and oranges. lando doesn't think there could be a more perfect sky than this.

"okay, my turn! nineteen– when did you realize you wanted to date me?"

"easy. it was right after our first date. i remember dropping you off and on the way back to max's house i just... i realized that i wanted to see you again. over and over again. and every time we texted, or facetimed, or saw each other – it just helped me realize how much i wanted you in my life, but in a more official way." he says, gently stopping the two of you from walking further.

"lando..."

"i remember how nervous you were when i came to your place for the first time. shoulders tense when i walked in, and then i watched as you slowly relaxed more and more through the night. i remember picking you up from the airport for the first time and taking you to monaco. how you made sure all your outfits were cute and pretty – like you wanted to show-off just for me," he says, taking your other hands as bumps his forehead against yours. his curls brushing against your skin as he smiles at you.

"i still think about how excited you looked at your first race. how pretty you looked in my garage for the first time, not understanding a thing that was going on, but you still came. still cheered me on and hugged me whenever i got out of the car," you laugh at the memory. lando feels his heart pounding in his throat as he continues to look at you. "i realized i wanted to date you after our first date, but it took me until october to finally ask you out officially."

"we were in austin and had just gotten back to the hotel after i begged you to take me to wendy's," you add with a smile, thinking back on the memory fondly.

"you begged me, but i would have taken you regardless."

"because you love to spoil me," you tease, and lando can't deny it. because it's true.

"question twenty," he says, heart pounding and body heavy. "i've... been thinking about asking you this for a while. since..." he trails off with a laugh as he straighten his body, "you've– y/n, you're the most important person to me. i love you so, so much that sometimes my chest hurts from the amount of love i have for you. every since i seen you at the indoor karting place in london four years ago, i just... knew you were it for me. the way you easily spoke to me because you didn't know who i was and even after you found out. you didn't treat me any different. i ask myself how can i be so lucky to have you in my life? to have someone love me so much like you do?"

"because you deserve it, lan, all the love from me, your friends and family, your fans. you deserve it and so much more."

he shakes his head, "i don't want anyone else's love if its not yours, y/n. you've been with me through some of the best and worst moments of my career. from when i crashed in las vegas to my first win in miami. you let me drag you all over the world without any complaint, and... fuck, you love me so selflessly that i feel like i take you for granted sometimes."

"you never take me for granted, love," you say, hand coming up to cup his cheek. wiping away the tear he didn't even know was running down his cheek.

lando lets his free hand slip into his pocket, the small box now feeling even ten times heavier now that he's about to pull it out. like a very expensive brick that could either build a new path, or destroy everything he's been planning.

"my twentieth question," he says with a deep breath, "since last year. i told myself that when i became world champion i would finally ask you this one question. it took everything in me not to just ask you the same night i won, but i knew mom would have died if i did," he laughs out, eyes looking down at your still joined hands. your left hand preciously sitting in his larger, right one.

"you're making me nervous," you confess with a light laugh, trying to ease yourself as you feel your own heart starting to pick up speed.

"don't say that, babe, it only makes me more nervous," he scolds you softly with a laugh, shaking his head. "y/n," he starts, looking up to meet your awaiting eyes, "you are the most beautiful person i have ever met. both body and soul, no one will ever come close to being like you, and i'm so honored that i've been the one you have trusted your heart with."

lando then gets down on one knee, pulling out the small, pink, heart-shaped ring box. you immediately let out a sharp gasp, both hands shooting up to cover your mouth and lando sees how your eyes turn a glassy texture. he's 100% sure that his eyes are matching as he feels that tears start to build up in his own eyes. 

"i've thought about this moment for months now. dreaming of it and every single scenario that could happen, but having you here in front of me like this... it just makes me more certain that this is it for me," he says, a few stray tears finally running down his cheeks. "my y/n, my soulmate, will you marry me?"

lando's then opening the small box, revealing the beautiful pink, oval-shaped diamond ring that sits perfectly inside. the gold bands decorated with smaller white diamonds and it absolutely takes your breath away.

"lando," you sob out, tears running down your face as you nod your head. "yes! yes, of course i'll marry you!" you tell him as another sob rips through you. lando lets out a wet laugh, his own tears finally coming out as he takes the ring, hands shaking as he slips it onto your left ringer finger.

lando doesn't even get a chance to admire your hand before you're throwing your whole body weight into him. hands cupping the back on his head as you press your lips to his in a full-on passionate and messy kiss. his own hands holding your waist as you both tumble into the sand. the small grains flying around and covering you both as you continue to kiss in the sand. the water coming up and wetting lando's entire back but he doesn't care.

he could be completely covered in oil and wouldn't care because you said yes. yes, to becoming his wife and being with him forever.

"fuck, how did i get so lucky," he says against your lips, his hands holding you tightly against his body – afraid that if he lets go you'll disappear.

"shut up, you muppet," you tell him, tears still running down the apple's of your cheeks as you move to smother his entire face in kisses. "i love you so so much, lando."

"i love you, too, future mrs. norris."

💬 comments :

👤 : not you exposing his location to everyone while he's trying to enjoy his summer break 😭😭

👤 : oh they are sooooo in love guys – you can't fake that for a second

👤 : HE OPENED HER SNACK FOR HER 😭😭😭 and the way she just waited too 🥺 she's got him trained

👤 : oh that swimsuit is SO cute on yn – polka dots are really her thing

📅 august 3, 2026

♫ IVE · ATTITUDE -Japanese version-

cherryn isn't japan lovely 🌸 🍵 🍜 🐚

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lando not as lovely as you

yuyuyuna hope you're enjoying japan beautiful 😍

cherryn absolutely 💕 okinawa was so gorg and amazing!!

withmia its giving your unfinished animal crossing island 🤩

cherryn don't call me out like that 😭

user OMG THEY ARE IN JAPAN

user vacationing looks great on them 🥺

user probs seen that video of them going around and just decide to post 😮‍💨

user i saw someone say that they have been in japan since the 30th or 31st

user whoa they didn't mess around with getting summer break on the road lol

user literally so obsessed with her posts 💗 these photos are so pretty

user summer break is starting off amazing with landoyn in japan

clip #2 – lando taking pictures of yn 🥺🥺

the clip starts off already focused on where you and lando are standing together in a park. lando is talking while pointing, camera in his hand as he watches you take a few steps forward before posing. the camera recording zooms in on lando right as he's holding the camera up to take pictures of you.

you then do a few more poses as you say something to lando who nods before lowering his camera. you coming bounding over happily, head resting on his shoulder as he goes through the pictures with you. you then say something else, pulling your phone out of your purse.

lando then takes your phone of your hand before holding it up so you can take a selfie together

💬 comments :

👤 : he really is her cameraman 🥺

👤 : i'm scream crying at the thought of all the pictures lando has of yn but we will never see 😭😭😭

👤 : so funny that lando makes oscar take selfies but he's the one that does it when he's with yn

👤 : very boyfriend-coded of him honestly

👤 : they are literally the most perfect couple – i love them so much

📅 august 4, 2026

lando happy birthday to my favorite girl 🩷 you've been with me through the ups and downs of my life and career these last few years and i wouldn't want to do it with anyone but you. words can't even describe how much you mean to me baby. 27 looks so amazing on you baby and i hope to spend the next 27 years with you plus some. love you this 🫸 🫷 much which is more than what my arms can reach 😘😘😘

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cherryn lando 😭😭😭 i love you so much baby, thank youuuuu 💕💕

lando 🧡🧡🧡

maxfewtrell happy birthday yn! hope you guys are enjoying japan! can't wait to see you both in a few weeks!

keeganpalmer happy birthday mama 🤪🔥

cherryn keegan 😭😭😭

quadrant happy birthday!!

f1 happy birthday to one of our favorite wags!

mclarenf1 happy birthday yn 🧡

user honestly love when lando does birthday posts for yn bc that means rare photos we otherwise would never get 😆

user THE LAST PHOTO IS SO FUNNY AND CUTE

user lando being a sap for yn – fork found in kitchen

user i was thinking the same thing 😭😭😭

user lando always getting his girl pink flowers

user literally my otp 😍🔥 i love them so much

user just checked the time and its currently midnight in japan 🥺 lando never failing to let the world know he told her happy birthday first

clip #3 – spotted lando and yn celebrating her birthday 😳

the clip is taken inside a luxury, high-end restaurant as it slowly zooms in on where you and lando are sitting. the both of you dressed in a way that matches the classy atmosphere of the restaurant.

you and lando are sitting across from each other, the two of you talking and smiling softly between each other. a cake between the two of you, and the camera catches you using your fork to get a piece before holding it towards lando who eats it very slowly. you are seen laughing softly at him before getting a bite of your own.

lando then lets his free hand casually rest on top of yours. his fingers gently tracing over your knuckles before he's intertwining your hands together. you are caught beaming softly at him before you carefully bring your hands up as you playfully kiss the back of his hand.

the british driver is seen looking down at it, smiling before he's saying something as you feed him a piece of your cake with your fork. the clip cutting right after.

💬 comments :

👤 : clearly having a private dinner and you still chose to film them

👤 : hoping no one went up and bothered them 😭 esp on yn's special day

👤 : her dress is so gorg 😍

👤 : you guys just can't let them have anything can you – always having to post them when they're spotted

👤 : lando and yn are BOTH public figures so they know what they are getting into by now

👤 : yeah maybe at like a race weekend or something BUT NOT AT A PRIVATE BIRTHDAY DINNER 😭😭 be so for fucking real

♫ ATEEZ · Birthday

cherryn thank you all for the birthday wishes 🥰🥰 feeling very loved and thankful. these few days in japan have been amazing, thank you lando for always spoiling me 💖 and for the wonderful time. i hope to spend the next 27 years and plus some with you and no one else 🧚‍♀️

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lando love you my pretty girl 🩷 happy birthday 🎂

ari.archive happy birthday, love you so much girlie

valentinexx love youuuuuuuuu 💕 happy birthday

lnfour happy birthday to our favorite ln1 girl 💚

withmia 27 and sexyyyy 💋 happy birthday bestie

kikagomes hbd darling 💕

oscarpiastri happy birthday!

rebeccadonaldson happy birthday 🩷

maxverstappen1 hbd!

alexandramalenaleclerc happy birthday beautiful 💖

charles_leclerc happy birthday yn!

user not charles commenting under alexandra's post 😭

pietra.pilao hbd 🤍

jadechanel happy birthdayyyyyyy 😘 27, flirty, and thriving

lilyzniemer happy birthday 😘

lilymhe hbd sexy 🔥

alex_albon happy birthday homewrecker!!

cherryn don't be jealous 😊🫶 it doesn't look good

user ALEX 🤣🤣🤣

user SHE STILL DID THE MIRROR TRADITION!!!

user OMG THE FAIRY EMOJI!! OUR PADDOCK FAIRY

user glad she embraced the little nickname fans gave her

user happy birthday to our favorite fashion girlie!!! you deserve all the love and happiness in the world!!

📅 august 5, 2026

📅 august 6, 2026

clip #4 – lando spotted shopping in japan with his gf in ginza

the video starts off filming inside a store to show you and lando sitting on a bench. lando leaning back as you are talking with a sales associate as she shows you an assortment of luxury items. the camera zooms in on lando as he's scrolling on his phone and occasionally glancing your way. it also doesn't miss the several other luxury bags sitting on the floor next to him.

💬 comments :

👤 : THATS YN PUT SOME RESPECT ON HER NAME DAMNIT

👤 : i wish i had a rich, hot boyfriend to buy me expensive things 😭😭 sometimes life just isn't fair

👤 : love how he's just sitting there and letting her do and get whatever

👤 : and people still like to say she isn't a gold digger when we all know that lando is the one to have bought all those bags 💀💀💀

cherryn just updated their story !

📅 august 7, 2026

♫ aespa · KISS N TELL

cherryn snapshot 🎏 🍥 👘 ☂️

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lando 🧡🧡🧡

ari.archive pls tell me you got a hello kitty keychain

cherryn ummmmm duh 💁‍♀️

user LOVE FROM BRAZIL

user girl you're so beautiful

user will always be amazed by the pretty pictures you always take

user RIGHT!?! she just always has the most cutest and unique pictures

user 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

user you can do so much better than lando 😭

user be so for real... lando and yn are literally soulmates and so in love atp that NOTHING is tearing them apart

user dude...

user so jealous of how you can see the beauty in everything

📅 august 8, 2026

clip #5 – lando and yn spotted at a car show in tokyo 🗼

the clip starts off panning around all the cars that are lined up. people moving around in front of the camera as it zooms in aggressively on where you and lando are walking around. you had your arm casually wrapped around the driver's arm as he's talking to you while standing front of a car.

the camera manages to catch the moment you look up lando – eyes wide and sparkling as you watch him talk. a fond smile on your face right when he looks down to meet your gaze. its unsure of what lando does, but he's caught leaning over with his lips connecting to your for a brief kiss. the clip immediately cutting off afterwards.

💬 comments :

👤 : he's explaining cars to her and she's just there to listen

👤 : oh god the way she looks at him 🥺 she's just as infatuated with him as he is with her

👤 : WAIT I WAS AT THE SAME CAR MEET TODAY 😭😭😭

👤 : her holding lando's arm as they walk around is literally the cutest

📅 august 9, 2026

♫ CHANMINA · B-list

cherryn 🇯🇵 ✈️❓

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lando 🇯🇵 ✈️ ❤️

cherryn flying straight to your heart huh 🤭

lando amongst other things sure 😉

withmia pretty girl

lilymhe hottest girl i knowwww 🥵

kikagomes 🖤

user oh they are NOT staying still this month lol

user lol when do they ever stay in one place for more than a week

user I LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH

user lando in the last slide 😍

user omggggg i can't wait to see where they are going next 😍

user lets just hope that no one leaks it this time 😔

user i just want them to peacefully enjoy their break without anyone bothering them

📅 august 10, 2026

It’s not every day you find yourself clad in nothing but white lingerie and a blindfold while your man is handcuffed to a giant bed in nothing but a pair of white boxers, but, hey, when in the Love Island Villa!

You hadn’t been totally sure what to think when you all walked out for the evening to see a massive bed in the middle of the Villa and the more Ariana Madix explained the rules, the more excited—and nervous—you became.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” she explains as you and the girls move to sit on the chairs set up next to the bed. “Boys, you’ll be locked up at the headboard. Girls, you’ll be blindfolded and armed with your own personal paint color. Once those blindfolds go on, you’ll have to rely on touch, chemistry, and instinct as you make your way around the boys, feeling your way through to find your man.”

Garrett looks up, stifling a groan.

“Don’t be afraid to enjoy the journey and have a little fun as you go,” Ariana winks. “And you’re literally leaving your mark so, by the end of this, everyone will be able to see exactly where you’ve been… And who you’ve been with.”

Garrett is no longer able to stifle his groan.

Ariana turns to face the girls—though you can’t see it through your blindfold. “When you think you’ve found your boy, lock in your answer by handcuffing yourself to any part of him.” She turns to the boys warningly. “Boys, no talking, no helping, and definitely no giving yourselves away.” 

Hannah goes first to start the game, crawling onto the bed slowly as Ariana helps her up. She dips her hands into the bags of blue paint around her thighs before patting her hands out. Garrett had—quite smartly, he thinks—chosen the spot closest to you and the girls making him the first guy Hannah reaches. And the first guy you’d reach.

A blue hand print stains his thigh as she crawls up his body. They share a kiss as she feels him up but it’s nowhere close to the one they shared on their first date, and as soon as she realizes that he isn’t Justin, she moves on to Tucker who is sitting next to him. When she reaches Justin, she gives him a much longer kiss, clearly recognizing him, and handcuffs herself to his wrist.

Dionne’s next, holding out purple covered hands as she shuffles forward on her knees. She places an awkward hand on Garrett’s chest, before moving it up to—somewhat heavy-handedly—feel his face. She stops when her fingers smash into his nose and mouth, a cheeky smile on her face as she pats his nose and mouth a few more times.

“Oh… I think I know who this is.”

She gets off his lap and whispers smugly, “Don’t worry, champ, I’ll spare you.”

Garrett shakes his head with a chuckle as she moves on to Tucker and then Justin, who she also recognizes. Like Hannah, she’s also able to find her partner, handcuffing herself to Paul after a brief kiss. It would almost be impressive if she didn’t seem so uninterested.

Finally it’s your turn and Garrett perks up as Ariana helps to lead you to the bed—only to watch as she bypasses him completely and leads you to the other side of it. Suddenly Garrett’s genius plan is feeling much more stupid as he realizes in horror that you’ll have to get through Dean, Paul, Justin, and Tucker before getting to him.

The boys all watch you eagerly as you grab onto Ariana’s hand for support and wobble onto the mattress. 

The thing is that—while, at this point, they’d all kissed you multiple times and seen you almost exclusively in bikinis—to your core, you’re a lover girl. Meaning that, while you did truly try to get to know all of them, you preferred to do it more through talking than anything else, reserving more physical stuff for your current partner. 

You also have an objectively goofy personality. You usually never took challenges too seriously, choosing to mess around with the guys instead of going full throttle. In a weird way—(that Garrett did not understand at all)—the fun, entertaining relationships you had with the other guys made them sometimes seem to forget that you were attractive.

However, right now, in that lingerie you’re wearing, nothing can distract from the fact that you are, inarguably, attractive.

When Garrett first saw you walk down the stairs with that delicate lace hugging your body, he legitimately thought he died and went to heaven.

The white corset accentuates your figure, ending just below your sternum and cupping your breasts with a lift that has them peaking out of your bodice, highlighting your cleavage. Sheer stockings cover your legs, stopping just above your knees. The soft skin of your bare thighs acts as a teasing trail up to the barely-there bottoms you’re wearing. They wrap around your front and hips with a frilly lining that connects to a small triangle of fabric at the back that only covers about as much as your tailbone, the rest of your butt curving out from under the hem. 

You look like the embodiment of seduction, with the white sleep mask covering your eyes and your slightly overlined lips coated in your favorite lip gloss.

Garrett knows it, the guys know it, all of America probably knows it. 

You dip your hands into your paint bags, letting out a small squeak at how cold it is as it covers your hands and forearms in pink. Dean looks all too pleased when you trip over yourself and end up stumbling into his chest. Your hands feel up his body slowly as you dip down to kiss him, your mouth moving against his without its usual reserve as you try to figure out if he’s Garrett or not. 

Dean makes a small noise as you open your mouth, catching his bottom lip and trying to feel the outline of it, your fingers pressing along his shoulders and biceps. Garrett watches as he tilts his head to try to deepen the kiss, but you’ve gotten all the information you need and pull away.

“No…” You whisper to yourself. “Garrett has bigger muscles than that.”

It takes Dean a second to process your words, still slightly dazed. When he does, his mouth drops open in offense, but Ariana silences him with a pointed look and a finger to her lips. Garret can’t help but smirk proudly.

You reach Paul next, unaware of Dionne, who’s sitting on the opposite side of him. Sitting up on your knees, you line up one of your legs with the outside of his thigh, leaning over him at a slight angle to find his face. Paul’s hand settles a little too close to your ass for Garrett’s liking as you kiss him with a similar amount of forwardness as your kiss with Dean. Your hands travel up to his hair and, as soon as you feel the short strands, you move on from him too, turning away so that he can’t see the way your nose scrunches in dissatisfaction—but Garrett certainly can. 

Your hands land on Hannah before they can find Justin and you giggle, pressing a kiss to her cheek. You move to skip Justin entirely, but you’re struck with the worry that maybe Hannah is wrong and this isn’t Justin—really, you just don’t want to mess this up and the thought of taking your blindfold off and being cuffed to anyone who isn’t Garrett is genuinely mortifying. 

You turn back, just to check, pressing your lips to his slow enough to actually feel them. You don’t even bother feeling his hair, he and Garrett have similar enough curl patterns that you don’t want to overthink it and confuse yourself. Instead you scratch your nails along his abdomen and, when he flexes into it instead of shivering at the feeling, you pull back with a resolute nod and crawl away, discreetly wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.

While Garrett certainly isn’t enjoying watching you make out with every other guy in the Villa, he can’t pretend that the fact that you’ve reacted to every kiss thus far with visible displeasure doesn’t make it almost worth it.

You have a bit more trouble finding Tucker, needing to cup his face with both hands to locate his mouth. Your kiss with him lasts longer than your previous ones and, to his credit, he keeps his uncuffed hand to himself. You’re not even fully in it, more distracted by the fact that you know you’re getting closer to the last boy and, while you’re almost positive you haven’t kissed Garrett yet, a small part of you still can’t help but worry that maybe you have and didn’t realize.

Still you move on from Tucker and, finally, make your way into Garrett’s lap. Almost as soon as you feel the broad width of his shoulders, you know it’s him, running your hands up and down his chest as your mouths meet. Now positive you’ve found your man, you try to convey a silent apology for the fact that he had to wait and watch as you kissed the other guys, putting in more effort for him than all the other boys combined.

You drop your head to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down his neck as your nails scratch against his pecs, smiling knowingly when you feel goosebumps pebble his skin. Garrett throws his head back in a mix of relief and slight disbelief as you continue kissing along his throat, wrapping your arms around his neck as you try to get as much paint on him as possible.

He lets you do it for a few seconds longer, before grabbing your jaw with his hand that isn’t currently cuffed to the headboard and guiding your face back to his. He slips his tongue in your mouth without an ounce of decorum, sitting up to get a better angle as your head tilts, nose nudging against his cheek with a happy sigh.

Garrett drops his hand from your face when you move both of yours to cup his cheeks and lets it travel down to search blindly for one of the bags of paint strapped to your thigh. Once he’s found it, he dips his own hand inside, covering it in the pink paint. You let out a gasp against his mouth when he suddenly grabs your ass, squeezing it possessively until he’s satisfied with the large, pink handprint he’s left behind. 

The other guys silently lose it at the sight, covering their mouths to not give themselves away—except for Tucker who is trying to discreetly move away so that he isn’t sitting right next to you. When you finally pull away, your lips are shiny and swollen, Garrett has pink paint everywhere, and he’s never been smugger.

“Hmm… I don’t know…” You tease, but you’re already moving to grab your handcuff and click it around his wrist.

Allie’s turn is next, leaving yellow hand prints all across the white bedding as she somewhat loses her bearings, though Garrett’s attention is quickly drawn away from her when Justin lets out a surprised gasp.

He points subtly behind them and Garrett stretches his neck to see a girl he doesn’t recognize walk into the Villa in her own set of white lingerie. When she sees them, she waves coyly. The guys all look between themselves—some excited, some confused, some both.

“Bombshell?” Tucker mouths and Garrett shrugs. 

The new bombshell dips her hands into a bag of red paint that had been left behind one of the ledges of the Villa, before creeping quietly to the opposite side of the bed. Allie had finally been able to track down one of the boys, none the wiser that, as she makes out with Justin, Dean is currently being covered in red paint.

When they both finish, the new girl falls into a pattern of sneaking around Allie to kiss the guy that she just finished with. As she gets closer, she leaves an intense trail of red paint in her wake and Garrett shifts uncomfortably. His eyes fall to where you’re sitting next to him, completely oblivious and still somewhat out of breath from your kiss.

The new bombshell crawls onto Tucker’s thighs, luring him in for a heated kiss, and Garrett takes it as his chance to pull you into his lap, causing you to jolt slightly in surprise. His free arm ends up hanging over one of your shoulders, his hand hovering just over your breast.

For good measure, he leaves a pink hand print there too. You pinch his thigh in reprimand, but have to tuck your bottom lip in between your teeth to hide your smile.

Ariana watches, deeply amused, as the bombshell pulls away from Tucker, turning to kiss Garrett and faltering when she realizes you’re now sitting against his chest and directly in her line of access. Garrett shoots her an awkward smile, giving her a half-hearted, one-armed shrug that somehow perfectly encapsulates the “Oh well, what can you do?” attitude of a man that has created a problem entirely of his own free will and has no desire to resolve it.

From the other side of the bed, Allie giggles, “I definitely missed a few boys, but I think I can stop here.” And handcuffs herself to Dean.

With Allie’s turn now over, the new bombshell gets up from the bed silently and disappears back out the entrance. 

Finally, Ariana helps lead a blindfolded Kendall to Dean’s side of the bed and green hands start making their way across the mattress. That’s when the guys notice another figure walk into the Villa and suddenly are much less excited than they were for the previous bombshell. 

The new guy stops just behind the headboard, coating his hands in orange paint, before giving all the boys a teasing salute and climbing onto the bed. He doesn’t waste any time, cupping just under your jaw with both orange hands and drawing you in for a passionate kiss.

You let out a muffled noise of surprise, but you genuinely think that it’s Kendall—which is also kind of surprising, but kissing a bunch of guys blindfolded can be nerve wracking and you don't want to knock her confidence.

Garrett watches with a clenched jaw as the new bombshell seems to find no issue with pinning you up against Garrett’s chest—because you’re still sitting in his lap, by the way—to deepen your kiss. And then he has the audacity to wipe at your bottom lip with his thumb, leaving a streak of orange behind as he moves on to the next girl. 

In Garrett’s opinion, the new bombshell doesn’t kiss any of the other girls with the same amount of vigor—he’s done before Kendall is, who had to go back and forth between Justin and Tucker a few times before eventually locating Tucker. Once she cuffs herself to him, the bombshell does the same thing as the one before him and quietly walks out of the Villa.

“Alright girls, go ahead and take off your blindfolds,” Ariana instructs.

You pull your blindfold off slowly—and Garrett helps you—blinking a bit to adjust to the light. When you are able to see him and confirm that it is, in fact, Garrett that you’re cuffed to, you light up with a bright smile.

As you look around at the other Islanders to see if all the other girls were able to correctly identify their partners too, your eyes widen in slight embarrassment as you notice just how much pink paint you left on the other guys in your determination to find Garrett. Still, they’re covered in a bunch of other colors too—so it’s not like you were the only one who got a bit too carried away—and Allie also accidentally skipped half the guys on her turn. And Garrett definitely has other colors on him too. 

But none of the guys or paint colors hold a candle to the amount of pink paint that is currently drying on Garrett’s skin.

“Okay,” Allie laughs, though it’s a bit strained. “Which one of you is red? Because Dean is covered in it.”

The boys look between each other, unsure what to say.

Paul clears his throat, covered in an equal amount of red paint. “I think it’s just some of the paints mixing together, you know?”

“Red’s a primary color, idiot.” Dionne shoots him an unimpressed look.

You turn to Garrett in confusion.

“Oh, my bad,” Ariana interrupts you all with feigned innocence. “I forgot to tell you all one more thing. You weren’t the only ones getting up close and personal with the boys. Please welcome your newest bombshell Lola!”

The new girl scampers into the Villa—covered in red paint—to varying reactions from the other girls, but you’re a bit more focused on looking between her and Garrett, trying to hide your delight when you realize that he doesn’t have a drop of red paint on him.

You look down to reign in your expression and that’s when you notice all the orange paint on your body. A glance around shows that none of the guys have any orange paint on them and almost all the girls do, though you and Hannah noticeably have more.

You snort. “Geez Kendall, did you even kiss any of the boys? There’s more orange on us than them.”

“I’m not orange…” Kendall cocks her head as she holds up her green hands.

Another wave of confusion hits the girls as Ariana grins. “You girls didn’t think I’d forget about you, did you? Of course, I brought someone for you too. Please welcome Logan!”

Your eyes widen as a tanned brunet walks into the Villa, orange paint staining his hands as he checks you all out confidently. You look at him, and then down at yourself, and then whip your head to Garrett.

“It’s okay,” he assures you quietly before you can say anything, though he makes a point of holding your chin in place with two fingers so that he can wipe the orange paint off your lip.

You wait patiently until he’s finished, relaxing as his body language confirms to you that he isn’t secretly upset.

Your voice takes on a playful lilt as you bat your lashes and ask, “You gonna clean the paint off my ass too?”

Garrett drops his hand from your chin, dragging it slowly through some of the wet paint on his chest. Without warning, he slides it under the frilly elastic hugging your hip, pressing another pink hand print to the inside of your thigh, the tips of his thumb and index finger brushing the soft skin that connects your inner thigh and pelvis.

He removes his hand from your lingerie bottoms before anyone else can notice, but you can still feel the warmth from his skin underneath the fabric. He takes in the shock and helpless arousal on your face with a smirk.

“Nope.”

The game finishes shortly after, Ariana waving goodbye to you all as you and the girls uncuff your boys from the headboard—(you teasingly tell Garrett that you want to see him in handcuffs again and he, very seriously, says “Only if you keep the blindfold.”)—and the evening continues as you get to know the new bombshells, all of you still barely clothed and covered in paint.

The girls take Lola to go talk on one of the large couches and the guys and Logan move to the fire pit. Garrett’s not particularly interested in getting to know him, but he enjoys the view he has of you on the other side of the Villa, speaking animatedly with the girls—with two distinct, pink handprints on your ass and breast and one he can’t see, but knows, is splayed out across your inner thigh.

The small talk between the guys trickles off and Dean follows Garrett’s gaze.

“Okay, can I just say what we’re all thinking?” Dean asks finally, before turning to face Garrett. “Your girl’s a good kisser, man.”

Tucker chokes on his water. “That is not what we’re all thinking.”

Aside from Tucker, no one else chooses to voice that that wasn’t what they were thinking about.

Garrett crosses his arms, running his tongue along the front of his teeth. “Shame she didn’t like kissing any of you though.” He says simply.

“Well, that’s not entirely true.” Dean nudges his head towards Logan.

“I will actually kill you.”

Dean holds his hands up. “Hey, don’t shoot the messenger!" 

At the invitation into the conversation, Logan gives Garrett a single nod. “She is a good kisser,” he supplies.

“She thought you were a girl.” Garrett reminds him flatly.

Logan tilts his head slightly at the challenge. “You scared of a little competition, Garrett?”

“No, I like to think that me and Kendall have a mutual respect for each other,” Garrett smiles sarcastically.

Tucker looks away with something between a wince and a laugh. Logan just smirks which pisses Garrett off more, and Garrett decides he’s done with the conversation, getting up without explanation and heading over to pull you from the girls.

A bit later, you and Garrett are cuddled up on one of the couches. He’s tracing the skin of your thigh with his finger idly as you ramble on about a dream that you had last night that you can only remember half of. The two of you are waiting for the showers to free up, still covered in—now fully dried—paint.

“Hey.” The sound of Logan’s voice stops Garrett’s finger in its tracks. “Can I pull you for a chat?”

Before you can respond, Garrett turns to look at him, deadpan. “No.”

“Garrett,” you chide, getting up from the couch—much to his dismay.

You lean down, cupping his face and giving him a sweet kiss before he can protest.

“I’ll be right back,” you promise against his lips. “Be nice.” 

Logan waits politely as you untangle yourself from Garrett, shooting you a charming smile when you walk over to give him more of your attention.

“Where did you want to chat?”

Logan shrugs. “I was thinking we could play ping pong?”

You freeze, grimace in preparation, and turn to look at Garrett hesitantly. Sure enough, when you look back, he’s staring at the two of you like he just witnessed Logan shoot Archduke Franz Ferdinand.

“I don’t know, I’m really tired,” you say quickly, before the situation can escalate to World War I levels of confrontation. “How about we go to Say Less?”

“I’m good with that,” Logan agrees readily. 

You can feel Garrett shooting daggers at him as you walk away and you make a mental note to keep this conversation as brief as possible.

“Hi, my baby.”

Garrett’s exactly where you left him when you return from your enjoyable—but uneventful—conversation with Logan, currently looking like a dog who thinks it’s about to be rehomed.

And, honestly, it shows how down bad for him you are, because you find the whole thing incredibly adorable and endearing.

“How was your chat?” Garrett grumbles sarcastically, but still grabs you by the waist as soon as you’re in reach and hauls you onto his lap.

“It was good,” you tell him, kissing him before he can get offended and gently peeling a pink paint chip from his cheek. “Logan’s nice. I actually think you’d really like him.”

Garrett sniffs bluntly. “I doubt it.”

“And, if you must know, we had a short, friendly conversation where he told me he was interested in pursuing me and I told him that I’m happy in the couple I’m in and not really looking for anything else,” you continue to reassure him.

Garrett considers your words carefully.

“...That’s it?”

“That’s it,” you confirm and then you make a show of squinting in thought. “Well… I did also tell him that I needed to go shower... And that I’d probably need some help because someone got a bunch of paint on me in places I can’t reach.” You pout.

Garrett angles his head to give you an unimpressed look. “You told Logan you’ll need help showering?”

“Uh-huh,” you tease, voice dropping to a murmur as you lean tantalizingly closer to Garrett’s lips. “Weird how I’m out here with you, huh? Still covered in paint…” 

You let out a delighted shriek as Garrett gets up suddenly and throws you over his shoulder before racing to the showers.

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It was a running joke in the Villa that you and Garrett never fought. You liked to talk far too much to not communicate with him and Garrett basically worshiped the ground you walked on so, much to the chagrin of production, the two of you were usually able to work through issues peacefully before it blew up into anything too big. 

You didn’t sneak behind each other’s back, you were honest with your feelings, and when you talked about how much you liked each other you meant it. But that didn’t mean that you didn’t have flaws. All relationships have problems and even the best relationship—especially the best relationship—in an environment designed to make people as emotional and dramatic as possible is no exception. 

So it was kind of prophetic that when you and Garrett finally did have your first fight, it was the worst fight the Villa had seen so far.

“Lola and Justin, please reveal who you voted for as ‘the most one-sided couple’.”

The day had already started badly. You and Garrett had barely gotten any sleep the night before and the Fiji heat had been unrelenting, but the spark that finally lit the fuse was that morning’s challenge. With the newest bombshells having settled in and made their steals, the challenges had become a bit more personal. Now, instead of hot make-outs or being covered in slime, each couple was given a list of superlatives that they had to assign to the other couples. The prompts ranged anywhere from “who’s the most physical couple?” to “which couple would be the first to break up on the outside?”. And, of course, “who’s the most one-sided couple?”.

Lola shifts uncomfortably. “We, um, we voted for Garrett and Y/N as the most one-sided. Not because we think one of them likes the other way more, but—Um…”

“We just think that Garrett puts more effort into the relationship,” Justin finishes for her. “Like, he’s always doing stuff for her or taking care of her and we just don’t feel like she does a lot of that for him.”

“Garrett and Y/N, do you think that’s a fair assessment of your couple?” Ariana asks.

Because you so often do, everyone waits for you to speak. To wave it off with your cheery attitude and take it on the chin because everyone knows, regardless of what they voted for, that you and Garrett are also the strongest couple in the Villa and that’s, far and away, more important. 

But you don’t.

Your eyes are trained on the floor in front of you, so lost in thought that your vision blurs. Your expression is unreadable—you, yourself, aren’t entirely sure what you’re feeling.

Garrett clears his throat finally. “They’re entitled to their opinion, I guess. But they aren’t in our couple, so they don’t see everything that we do.”

“So you think it’s unfair of them to say that Y/N doesn’t do a lot for you?”

And, genuinely, you expect Garrett to say ‘yes’. Yes, it’s unfair of them to say that you don’t put any effort into your relationship. Yes, you take care of Garrett and do stuff for him. That just because they don’t see that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t.

“I don’t need her to.”

The words hit you like a bullet. 

Even as Ariana moves on to the next couple and more and more of them say similar things—that it’s not that they think that you don’t like Garrett or that other couples are particularly strong, it’s just that Garrett does more for you than anyone else does for their partner, that it’s not that you do nothing, Garrett just does more, that they had to pick someone—none of those words make it past the single sentence ringing in your ears.

“I don’t need her to.”

And somewhere in the time it takes for the challenge to end, those words twist into something uglier, like you’re picking through the wreckage to discover the worse, more real, underlying truth. Garrett doesn’t need you.

Because, if all you give Garrett is stress-induced migraines and responsibilities he didn’t ask for, then what reason does he have to stay? When he gets tired of your nonstop rambling or decides you’re finally more effort than you’re worth, what else do you have that’s worth staying for?

“You okay?”

You feel almost out of body, like you’re watching yourself sit by the pool as Garrett sits down next to you instead of actually living it. Like you can’t actually feel the water lapping at your ankles. 

“What’s wrong?”

Like you’re just watching a movie—one that you’ve already seen before. Where you can sense that you already know the ending, but don’t remember it clearly enough to be ready for when it happens.

“Is this about the vote thing?” When you still don’t answer, Garrett drops his head, trying to catch your gaze. “Hey. Talk to me.”

Normally that’s enough. Normally, Garrett’s gentle tone and soft eyes are enough for you to open up about everything you’re feeling, leaning into him for comfort as he listens like he always does. But this time all you can think about is the effort of it all, of how much Garrett has to do just to keep things on track.

And it seems like Garrett might have realized that too.

He lets out a frustrated breath. “How long are we going to keep doing this?”

You still don’t speak, don’t even look up from the pool, and he runs a hand through his curls.

“I—I’m trying to be here for you, but I don’t know how to help you if, instead of talking to me or trusting me, you forget all of that because of what other people think—,”

“I don’t care about what they think, I care about what you think, Garrett!” You cry out finally. “Yeah, it hurt my feelings but—She asked you if you agreed with them, that I don’t put effort into our relationship, and you said you didn’t need me to.”

“That wasn’t—I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Then how did you mean it? Because it sounded like you don’t think I do anything to take care of you.”

When Garrett doesn’t immediately respond, your expression breaks, your words cracking with hurt, “Do you not think I take care of you?”

“That doesn’t matter,” Garrett shakes his head. “Because I don’t need it.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’?”

“I mean, why are you even with me if you think I’m not doing that stuff for you? Couples are supposed to be there for each other, Garrett!” You push. “So why won’t you—?”

Garrett scoffs. “Is this seriously a big deal to you?”

“Yes!”

“Well, can you just drop it? I’m telling you it doesn’t matter—,”

“If it doesn’t matter, then just tell me why—!”

“I don’t know, because I don’t fucking hate myself?!” Garrett’s voice suddenly raises in anger.

Around you the Villa quiets, the other Islanders looking on in surprise at a sight that feels so out of place that it’s alien—you and Garrett yelling at each other by the pool.

“I don’t need you to be there for me because I don’t cry my eyes out the second someone says something mean—Or spend the whole day, like, fucking deconstructing our relationship because of what some people who can’t even solve issues in their own relationships think! That’s why!”

Your eyes harden and you curl your arms around yourself protectively. “Is that what you actually think of me?”

“What?”

“You think I’m just—Is that what this is to you?” You hate yourself for the tears welling up in your eyes, looking up to try and blink them away, though it barely works. “I’m just some damsel in distress fantasy where you can come in and fix everything? It’s not that you don’t need me to take care of you, you don’t want me to. Because if I’m not totally helpless without you, if you also need my help, then you can’t pretend like you saved me just to feel good about yourself.”

Garrett’s angry expression falters. “That’s not—,”

“I feel like you forget that my life didn’t just magically start the moment I met you. And I’ve been taking care of myself just fine without you.” You wipe at your cheek harshly with the heel of your hand. 

“I never said you couldn’t!” Garrett throws his hands out in frustration

“No. But you wish I couldn’t.”

Garrett looks stunned for a moment before his lips curl into a disbelieving sneer. “Don’t do that—Don’t fucking psychoanalyze me like you know what I’m feeling. Don’t project your shit onto me just because you’re the only one who doesn’t know how to get over your own issues.”

“I am not psychoanalyzing you! You want me to psychoanalyze you? You’re a liar, Garrett. You do hate yourself.” You tell him pointedly, your voice dropping in betrayal. “That’s why you want to fix me so badly, not because you care about me or think I deserve it, because you don’t know how to fix yourself.”

The bullet that Garrett had lodged in your chest is finally fired back at him, cutting through all the hurt, frustration, and confusion with a laser focus. For a moment, Garrett just stands there, like he’s waiting for you to take it back, to crumple into deep guilt and wobbling apologies.

You don’t.

With a resigned, jaded nod, he turns around and walks away.

You wait until he’s out of sight before racing to anywhere private, tears streaming down your face as the girls all rush to follow you. 

You wanted to believe that your fight with Garrett would linger, that the aftermath would shake everyone to their core and have a noticeable effect on the Villa. The truth is, it matters just as long as the girls comfort you, in the passing seconds that they lock eyes with you and send you a sad smile, in the moment just after Garrett enters a room and everyone holds their breath. But outside of those moments, it didn’t have the world altering effect that you thought it would—not to anyone but you.

You and Garrett don’t talk for the rest of the day, avoiding each other with an icy cold shoulder frozen solid by the deep hurt you’ve both caused and the persistent care you still have that makes you sick at the thought of doing anything to hurt each other more. 

For the first time, you don’t know how to talk to him. It feels foreign, because even when you didn’t know him—when you thought you didn’t know how to talk to him—you did. You always could. And now you can’t and you don’t know how to fix it.

You get ready for bed through falling tears, giving up on trying to wait for them to stop to continue with your skincare routine. They don’t, and your moisturizer dilutes on your cheeks. Hannah steals you pitying glances, Allie offers you one of her sleep sets that she knows you love, Dionne has a blanket folded on her bed, waiting to see if she’ll need to join you outside.

And sleeping outside was your plan, your eyes locking with Garrett’s uncomfortably as you move to grab your pillows from your bed.

“Don’t.” Garrett stops you quietly, pulling the pillow from your weak grip and setting it back down on the bed. “Just… You don’t have to do that. I’ll sleep outside.”

He picks up his own pillow, his expression unreadable as he takes the blanket Dionne offers him.

“Garrett—,” 

He leaves the bedroom before you can argue. You follow him out before you can think better of it.

His back is to you as he drops his blanket and pillow on one of the daybeds, not even bothering to smooth them out from the cottony lump they land in. His sighs heavily as he recognizes the sound of your footsteps.

“Look, I don’t want to fight with you right now. Can we do this later? Please?”

“I wasn’t—,” He turns around to face you finally and he just looks tired. It hits you with such a wave of sadness that you can’t even find it in yourself to get through your meaningless explanation. “Here.”

You hold Snowy out for him, the old, graying stuffed animal filling the space between you.

“You shouldn’t... I didn’t want you to feel alone out here.”

Garrett reaches out for her with the hesitance of a man waiting for you to change your mind and snatch her back. You don’t and, once he takes Snowy from your grip completely, he just stares at her, swallowing thickly. When he finally looks up, his mouth opens, readying for words he has yet to figure out how to say.

But you’ve already walked away.

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you're just out of arms reach from lando who watches as the water shifts around your body and you let out your own relaxed sigh. "wow, this is nice."

"be even nicer if you were closer," he grumbles, using his hand to beckon you closer. you can't help but let out a laugh as you scoot closer, the water around you both rippling against your movements as your shoulder presses up against his.

"better?" you tease, looking at your lover who moves his arm around your shoulder and lets out a small hum as he pulls you just a little closer.

lando then kisses your cheek, "much better. right where you belong."

"oh?"

"yep~ right next to me," he grins before giving your lips a soft kiss. at first his lips move languidly against yours, your hand coming from under the water to trail up his body. you felt your lover groan into the kiss as you teasingly groped and squeezed his pec before resting it under his jaw.

the kiss only deepens as your lips part, his tongue sliding into your mouth and running over your own. lando's hands then begin to wander over your body, kneading and squeezing your body and drawing out small moans from you in the process. his hands then find purchase on your hips and give them a good squeeze before he's pulling you closer to him. adjusting you so you're now straddling his lap.

his semi-hard cock faintly rubbing against your entrance and drawing out a string of moans. you let your head fall against his shoulder. "we're... we're supposed to be relaxing, lan..."

"we are relaxing, princess," he tells you, breath hot against your ear. and you know you can easily stop him, tell him no, but you don't. instead you let him lift your hips just enough for his cock to line up and you to slowly sink down onto him. even after all the times you guys have fucked, his size will take your breath away. stretching you out nicely and neither one of you can't help but to moan at the feeling of being connected.

"so good~ fuck, so tight for me too," he hisses out, lips pressing messily to your shoulder that is damp from the heat and condensation of the hot spring. "always tight for me. squeezing me so good i can barely move."

"hmm~ lando..." is all you can manage out, his girth and the heat mixing together making you dizzy – but all in a good way. "so big."

"yeah? cock too big for you, princess?" he asks, tone in full mocking mode as he grips your ass underneath the water. "love when it makes you a little dumb for me."

you let out a loud moan, face burying into lando's neck as he starts to thrust up into you. his cock rubbing against your walls in all the right places that makes you cling to him. you wrap your arms around your british lover, nails raking down the back of his shoulders and up through his hair as you press open mouth kisses against his warm skin. 

"look at you~ even when you're technically on top, you're still having me do all the work. my spoiled princess~" he coos into your ear before pressing a kiss to your temple.

"it's my birthday t-though, lan, you have to spoil me extra today," you manage out in-between moans.

lando lets out a deep chuckle, you feeling his chest vibrate against yours, "i have to spoil you extra cause it's your birthday? don't i already spoil you enough?"

"no."

lando does a particular hard thrust in response that hits your sweet spot exactly. stars filling your vision as you cling to lando. "such a brat," he tsks out and you move to where the two of you are now face-to-face.

lips touching as you say, "but you love me for it."

lando's face melts softly, looking at you as his hands come up to brush some stray hair away – your face getting wet in the process. "yeah... i really do." he's then kissing you again. more passionate than the first time as you both cling to each other, his hips driving up into yours at an incredibly fast pace. the water of you both moving in small waves due to the sheer force.

the head of his cock repeatedly hitting your spot over and over again. you could feel the coil winding up in the lower pit of your stomach. your boyfriend eagerly shallowing all your moans and whines as his cock continues to drive into you.

"look– fuck, look at me, baby," he chokes out and you hadn't even realized you closed your eyes. you open them to meet his blown-out eyes – beautiful shade of hazel that's seemingly darker than usual. the natural light dim behind the clouds and the paper lanterns hanging above you both reflecting a golden glow against his tan skin.

he looked beautiful.

you couldn't help but to cup his face with both your hands, his eyes never leaving your face as you rested your forehead against his own.

"s-stop looking– mmh, ah! at me like... like that," you manage out with a lazily smile.

"like what?"

"like i'm... i'm the center of your world."

lando couldn't help but grin, wide and bright as he never looked away from you, his eyes having a dark shine to them. "that's because you are the center of my world, y/n."

you were positive lando could feel how hard your heart was slamming against your chest at his words. you then kiss him again, your lips moving together in sync as lando moves his hips slightly in a way that made your toes curl under the water. 

lando pulls back just enough to look at you, his cheeks flushed from the heat as his hand comes up to gently run along your cheek. "why you crying, baby?"

your own hand immediately shoots up to your other cheek as you feel another tear run down your own flushed face. you hadn't even realized it. that's when you feel lando's thrusts start to slow down slightly.

"are you hurt? did i hurt you, y/n?"

"n-no, no! i'm fine," you assure him, giving his lips a chaste kiss. "i just... i love you so much, lan."

you see the tension in his body relax as he looks at you – that same exact look where his eyes get soft. "i love you, too, so so much."

you then start slowly moving your hips, dragging them up and down his thick cock. your lover lets out a low moan, hands coming to grip your hips to anchor you to him. the warm water around you both moving in sync as you ride lando. your fingers threading through his curls as he presses open mouth kisses to your throat.

the heat and condensation from the hot spring makes your skin start to stick to lando's, your breast pressing and rubbing against his own skin. you let your hips pick up the pace, moving up and down a little faster. the water sloshing around more violently too, even moments away from spilling over the rocky edges that surround the hot spring.

"lan~" you moan out as you clench around his cock. tilting his head up so you can attempt to give open-mouth kisses as you feel yourself getting closer and closer. your tongue swirling around lando's own wet, pink muscle as he thrusts his hips up into you.

"you close, princess?" he asks against your lips, as if he couldn't already tell from the grip your walls had around him.

you can only nod against his lips before you're trailing your lips down his jaw and neck before hiding your face in his neck as you cling to him. you feel his arms wrap tightly around your waist to hold you close. you feel his hips smack against yours in a few more thrust, the fat head of his cock repeatedly hitting your sweet spot before you're finally going over the edge.

a loud moan leaves your lips as you feel yourself come, clenching tightly around lando before he's stilling his own hips inside of you and painting your walls with his own cum. the two of you are breathless, clinging to each other as you feel lando press a series of lazy kisses to your neck.

"you okay, princess?"

"mhm," you mumble out, nodding your head – face still hidden in the crook of his neck.

"wanna go back to the room? dry off and relax?"

"yeah..." your voice is soft as you lift your head to look at lando who looks at you with those soft eyes that he always gives you after sex. soft and loving and it makes your heart flutter all over again.

"okay, baby," he says, moving his arms to hold you close to him before he's standing up in the hot spring – still inside of you as he holds you up and gets the two of you out of the hot spring. he's then gently setting you down, his cock slipping out of you which is when your mixed come starts to leak out of you. lando immediately sees and lazily tries to stuff it all back inside you.

"your pretty pussy needs to keep my gift inside her," lando mumbles, lips forming a small pout before he's removing his fingers. you let out a sigh as he wraps your towel around you and starts drying you off. the two of you laughing together as he teasingly shakes you while doing so before tossing the towel.

"thank you, lan," you say, kissing his cheek as you move to grab your yukata the ryokan had given you both and you start to put it on as lando dries himself off before doing the same.

you make sure to grab your things, the two of you sharing another kiss before lando is sliding the door open and guiding you down the hallway and back towards your private room.

when the two of you got back to your room, the futons were already rolled out for the both of you. the two single ones set up right next to each other, but lando seemingly ignores his futon for the time being in favor of laying next to you in yours.

you can't help but laugh as the quilt just barely covers the both of you, "lando, this futon was not made for two people! get in your own!"

"noooooo," he drags out with a pout as he pulls you into his chest, pressing a long, annoyingly wet kiss to your forehead.

"ugh, lando," you groan out, trying to move away from your boyfriend, but it's no use. he's got you firmly trapped against his chest.

"come on, birthday girl, let me give you so extra lovin'," he says as you feel his hand start to wander down your body. slowly undoing your yukata and allowing the cold air to hit your body. you feel his fingers fiddle with the edges of your panties before slipping underneath.

"lando..." you sigh out softly as his fingers start to rub circles into your clit. you feel your eyes start to close as lando presses a few light kisses to your neck. his fingers slipping between your folds which are still a little wet from your earlier fun in the hot springs. lando's long fingers easily moving inside you as he starts to pump them in and out, in and out.

"feel good?" his breath is hot and heavy against your ear, his front pressing against your backside as he curls his fingers.

you let out a small moan, "yes~" you softly reply, letting your hand lazily rest on his wrist as you buck your hips up for more friction. you turn your head, eyes half-lidded just enough to look at your lover. lando closes the distance, lips pressed against yours as they move in sync. slow and passionate as his fingers pick up speed, his palm rubbing against your clit for added stimulation.

"l-lan... fuck," you cry out as you clench around his fingers as he drives them into you faster. the wet sound of skin slapping skin echoes around the traditional room.

"come for me again, y/n, want you creaming around my fingers," he tells you, giving his fingers a few more good pumps before he's curling them and nudging your sweet spot. the action is what sets you over the edge, your clenching around his fingers as you come for a second time tonight.

lando is mumbling sweet praises into your ear, kissing you as he eases you through your orgasm. you closing your eyes and going a little limp in your lover's arms. you feel lando pull his fingers out from inside you, and you can only imagine what's doing to clean his fingers off.

"mmh, so fucking good. pussy always sweet for me," he says – yep, exactly what you thought. a moment passes before lando is speaking again, "you tired, princess?" you nod. "go to sleep then. happy birthday, my love."

you tiredly turn your head, looking at lando with a sleepy haze as he's already looking at you. he smiles before giving you a quick kiss as he adjusts the two of you, pulling the quilt from his futon over the two of you for added warmth.

"love you..." you mumble out, "thank you for today, lan."

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you stand from your seat and quickly reach up to grab your carry on bag from the overhead bin, trying to get out of the way of the huffing and puffing family of four that stands behind you, impatiently waiting to get off of the aircraft. they act as if you’re not all going to the same place. you shuffle forward a bit, heading for the exit, but you don’t move very far due to someone in front of you in line who can’t seem to figure out how to remove their oversized bag from the overhead compartment. the earbuds you have in thankfully block out the sounds of the red faced dad groaning and complaining from behind you. you cannot wait to get off of this plane. you thought flying first class would have saved you from the woes of flying commercially, but between the crying baby two seats behind you and the old woman who opened a tupperware of tuna salad five minutes into the flight, you’re wishing you’d just drove instead. a 12 hour drive could not have been worse than this, right?

you finally get off the plane, walking across the aerobridge and swiftly heading toward bag check. you pull out your phone, switching off airplane mode and give it a second for any new messages to appear. you see a few texts from your coach warning you to take it easy this week and roll your eyes. you’re about to send a snarky reply when a new message appears at the top of your screen. 

lando 😛: Hey im parked right outside in the urus you: lando i don’t know what a urus is lando 😛: Baby its the lamborghini  you: ??? lando 😛: The black suv that says lamborghini on the back… lando 😛: Do u need me to come back in and get u? you: no lol i don’t want people seeing us together lando 😛: Oh so ur ashamed of me 😔 you: yeah sorry lando 😛: Wow :( </3

you laugh at his reply, reacting with a heart so he doesn’t feel so bad. you wait around the baggage carousel, keeping your eyes peeled for your suitcase. you don’t have to wait too long for it to come out, leaning forward to grab it off the conveyor belt before it goes past you. setting the suitcase onto the floor, you pull up the handle and begin dragging it behind you, heading toward the exit and following the signage that points to “passenger pickup.”

you walk slower than necessary, the nerves starting to kick in. while you and lando have been talking for months now, meeting in person is a whole different beast. you can feel your hands start to sweat, your heart is racing. you’re really about to meet the man that you’ve been texting, calling, and facetiming nonstop. fuck, why are you so nervous? maybe it’s because it makes everything real? you’re finally going to see him in the flesh right in front of you. you’ll get to touch him, to smell him, to kiss him, maybe. hopefully. 

the cold, crisp air of the french alps blasts you the second you step outside and you take a deep breath. you need to relax, seriously. it’s not going to be weird or awkward or anything different than when you’d call or facetime lando in the past. there’s no reason to be sick to your stomach with anxiety over this. it’s going to be okay! you repeat this mantra in your head over and over as you spot the black suv parked on the curb with its hazard lights on. you walk toward the vehicle, running a hand through your hair and hoping that you don’t look too rough from the flight. you’re unable to see into the blacked out windows as you approach, only seeing your reflection in the tinted glass. you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear when the wind blows it in your face, reaching up a hand to knock on the passenger side window.

you’re met with a honk that lasts only a second, clearly not intentional. you can hear the driver of the car curse at the accidental beep, before he rolls down the window and you’re met with the face of the man that’s been consuming your thoughts and time for months. he looks embarrassed from the unintentional honking, his cheeks flushed and a cute little nervous smile on his lips. 

“hi.”

“hi.” he just stares at you for a second, both of you smiling like idiots at the other. “sorry for honking, your knock scared me.”

“it’s okay,” you reassure him, shifting on your feet and trying not to shiver from the cold. “sooo…are you going to let me in?”

“oh shit, yeah. of course.” you hear the click of the car doors unlocking and reach out to grab the handle to get in but lando stops you. he goes to lean over and open the passenger door in an attempt to be chivalrous since he can’t get out to open it for you without being seen, but his seatbelt locks up on him, jerking him back into his seat. you stifle a laugh as he fumbles with the seatbelt, unbuckling it and freeing himself from the contraption. he leans back over and opens the door, pushing it out toward you and you quickly move away, trying not to get hit by it. “fuck. sorry. oh my god.”

“you’re fine, lando.” you giggle at him, taking in his red face, glad he seems just as nervous as you do. you set your purse in the seat, moving to put your suitcase in the backseat, before hopping into the suv, shutting the door and pulling on your seatbelt. “thank you.”

“yeah, totally. no problem, like not a problem at all.” he avoids your gaze as he buckles his own seatbelt, shifting the car into gear and starting to drive away from the airport. “how was your flight?”

“honestly? terrible. i don’t understand why they let babies in first class.” you groan, throwing your head back against the seat, feeling yourself get annoyed at the reminder of your shitty travel experience. “i’m beginning to see why people have private jets.”

“damn, sorry it was shit.” he taps his fingers against the wheel, trying to distract himself. he still doesn’t look at you and you can see the tip of his elfish little ears are still red. you turn your head to stare more intently at his side profile, hoping the feeling of your eyes on him gets the man to look at you again. the car is stopped at a red light when your plan finally works, lando relaxing against the seat and turning his head to look at you.

“hi.” you greet him again, smiling at his wide eyes. 

“hi.” he greets you back, giggling both with nerves and at how you’re just repeating yourselves. he turns his gaze back to the road when the light changes. at least he practices good road safety. “um, everyone else doesn’t get here until friday. so it’s just us tonight and tomorrow, is that okay?”

“oh, just us? cool…cool, cool, cool.” you resist the urge to slap yourself, god you sound just as stupid with nerves as he does. it’s not like you don’t want to spend one-on-one time with him, but you were hoping you’d have a bit of a buffer to give you a chance to get used to being around him in person. you could try to be a little more optimistic, maybe it’s a good thing that it will just be the two of you for a bit! you’re just worried, what if it’s awkward or you don’t click the way you did over the phone? “do you, uh, have anything planned or?”

“mhmm, yeah. i was thinking maybe we could go out for dinner? there’s this place near the chalet that we go to sometimes. i-uh, made a reservation. or we can stay in if you want? we don’t have to do anything if you’re too tired or you just want to get takeout.” you watch him grip the steering wheel as he rambles. you find it so unbelievably endearing how he sounds like he just wants to do whatever it takes to make you happy, even if it goes against the plans he’d already made. “is that okay? whatever you wanna do, i don’t mind either way.”

“we can go to dinner, that sounds nice.” you let yourself relax into the seat, tossing your head back and closing your eyes. in a way, lando’s anxiety has you letting go of your own. it helps that you’re not alone in your feelings, you guess. it means he cares about this going well just as much as you do. “how long of a drive do we have?”

“uh, ‘bout 2 hours? are you tired? you can take a nap. i can pull over and let you get into the backseat, i think there’s a blanket in the trunk. or you could use my hoodie? or maybe-”

“lando.” you reach a hand out and rest it on his shoulder, touching him for the first time even if it’s through the thick cotton of his hoodie. you give his arm a squeeze before letting go and setting your hand face up on the center console. “i’m fine, could we just turn on some music?”

“yeah, yeah. definitely. for sure.” he blushes and twists the volume knob, turning up whatever music he’d been listening to on the drive to the airport. it’s some fred again song, you’re not sure which but it’s nice. and it fills in the almost awkward silence of the car.

you close your eyes again, listening to the music and feeling the car moving beneath you. your hand still sits waiting for lando to acknowledge it on the console, palm face up and ready for him to hold it. could you tell him you want to hold his hand? sure, but this is more fun. you can make a little game out of it, see how long it takes him to realize what you want. you’ve gotta get your entertainment from somewhere if you’re going to be in this car for 2 hours. 

you’re half asleep, head leaned against the cold glass of the window, when you feel the hesitant touch of a warm hand brush against your own. you peek an eye open and see that lando isn’t looking at you, but you watch his hand finally, finally, grab your own, his calloused fingers fitting between the gaps between yours. you don’t hesitate to tighten your lax fingers, closing them around his hand and giving it a squeeze. you smile to yourself as his thumb rubs up and down the side of your hand. you try not to think about how much bigger his hands are than yours, that is not a spiral you need to go down right now, thinking about all things his big hands could do to you– nope. not right now. you force yourself to clear your mind and close your eyes again, holding lando’s hand tightly and falling back to sleep.

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you awake to the sound of the car door opening, the chilly air outside quickly flooding into the vehicle. you shiver and open your eyes, blearily looking at the man standing in front of you, his form backlit from the light reflecting off the snow that blankets the ground behind him. you blink a few times, trying to wake yourself up. 

“yn, baby, we’re here.” lando leans into your personal space, reaching over to unbuckle your seatbelt. he’s so close to you, you’re surrounded by the scent of his cologne, the warm and spicy cardamom is joined by something sweet and floral, jasmine maybe? you have to stop your self from taking in a deep breath, how does he smell so fucking good after a flight and two hours of being in a car? he pulls away from you after removing your seatbelt, and the two of you stare at each other. you’re still half asleep and he gives you an endeared smile, clearly enjoying the sight of you barely awake and confused. “want me to carry you inside?”

“no, it’s okay.” you yawn, stretching your arms above your head and making your way out of the car. he grabs your arms when you almost slip on the wet ground, laughing at your clumsiness. you stand in front of lando, staring up at him as he holds your forearms, the heat of his hands seeping in and warming you up even through the thick fabric of your winter coat. you step a little closer to him and pull your arms from his grip, instead wrapping them around his waist and dragging him into a hug. he returns it easily, arms wrapping over your shoulder, pulling you in even closer. you tuck your head into his neck, getting another whiff of his delicious cologne. lando rests his chin on the top of your head, rocking the two of you side to side and squeezing you even tighter. you start to tear up, clenching your eyes shut to try and stop yourself from crying. this man has been your rock for months, the person who helped you get out of the pit of depression and self-hatred that you’d fallen into after your injury. it feels so good to finally be in his arms, to hold him close. to know that he’s real and he’s right in front of you. 

the two of you stand there hugging for probably longer than necessary, but you can’t bring yourself to let him go. he finally unwraps his arms from you after a few minutes, bringing his hands up to grab your flushed cheeks. you just look at each other, taking in the sight before you. you admire him, the slight hint of stubble on his chin, the moles that dot his face, his pretty hazel eyes shining. you smile up at him, shyly, blushing as he refuses to look away from you.

“i can’t believe you’re actually here.” he sighs, dropping his head down to rest on your forehead, staring you down with a hint of nervousness. “um, would it be okay if i–and you can say no, but i really want to kiss you right now.”

“okay.”

“yeah?” he looks deep into your eyes, making sure that you’re really agreeing to his request.

“kiss me, lando.”

he doesn’t hesitate. with his hands still holding your cheeks, he tilts your head up, nose bumping against your own. you close your eyes as he pulls you closer. you feel a churning in your stomach but it’s not nervousness this time, it’s anticipation, butterflies causing a flutter inside you. it seems like forever before he finally puts his lips on yours. you don’t want to sound like a bad cliche, but you’re starting to understand why people say it’s like fireworks going off. your mind goes blank. lando’s lips are soft and slightly chapped, his stubble rubbing against your chin when he deepens the kiss. you lick at the closed lips and he opens them for you, allowing you to lick into his mouth. you’re glad the chalet that he’d rented for the week is far from anyone else, the two of you standing wide out in the open making out like a pair of horny teenagers. you’d never been a fan of pda, but you think you’d do anything for this man. 

you eventually pull away from his mouth, letting yourself catch your breath. he follows as you pull away, still wanting more. you give in and peck his lips a few more times until the both of you are satisfied. 

“we should probably head inside, yeah?” you suggest to him, trying to not get distracted at the way his tongue slips out to lick at the corner of his mouth. 

“yeah, for sure. uh, let me get your bags!” he lets go of your face, walking past you to open the back seat to pull out your suitcase and carry on. you giggle at his eagerness, laughing harder when he almost trips over his feet in his haste. 

“i can carry them myself, lan. besides, you have your own stuff to bring in.”

“let me be a gentleman!”

you roll your eyes good-naturedly and let him do as he wishes, watching him attempt to carry all of the bags in one trip without making a fool of himself. somehow, he manages it, and you follow him to the front door. he tells you the door code so you can get inside since he currently lacks any free hands. the two of you make your way into the chalet, and you sigh at the heat of the space, the fireplace already going and filling you up with some much needed warmth. 

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you and lando stumble back to the chalet from the restaurant, giggling and bumping into each other as you talk about whatever nonsense pops into your minds. dinner was lovely, and thankfully lando had managed to find a restaurant that was extremely private. neither of you wanted to ruin your trip by being caught out together by some fans. you almost crash into lando when he stops at the front door, struggling to put in the door code correctly. you laugh at him, resting your head on his back and holding onto his arm. you’ll admit that you both probably indulged a bit too much in the nice bottle of wine you’d ordered. lando giggles, body shaking from laughter and making it even more difficult for him to put in the code. 

“okay, okay–let me do it.” you reach a hand over to press the code into the number pad but he stops you, playfully slapping your hand away. “hey!”

“i’ve got it, i’ve got it.” he finally manages to put the correct code in and a chime goes off as the door unlocks. he looks at you over his shoulder, smirking at you smugly. “see? maybe i would have gotten it done sooner if you weren’t distracting me!”

“woooowww i see how it is.” you pout at him, letting go of his arm and pushing past him to enter the chalet. you slip off your jacket and scarf and hang them on the coatrack by the door. “you’re mean.”

“aww baby,” he comes up behind you as you’re attempting to kick off your boots, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a backhug. “i’m sorry. i was just playing, will you forgive me?”

you can see that he’s pouting at you out of the corner of your eye, his lips cutely pushed out and eyes wide with feigned remorse. you roll your eyes, leaning back into him causing his arms to tighten around you. he tucks his face into your neck, pressing a light kiss there and you sigh at the feeling of his warm lips on your chilled skin.

“i guess i can forgive you this time.” 

“yippee!” he presses another kiss into your neck before letting you go, moving to remove his coat and beanie, putting them next to yours on the rack. you’re struck by how much of a loser this man is and how fucking sweet you find it, you just might be in love. 

the two of you head into the living room and flop down on the overly stuffed couch. you shove some of the throw pillows out of the way so that you can sit closer to lando. lando relaxes in his seat, spreading his legs wide and resting an arm on the back of the couch. you angle your body toward him and pull your legs up, wrapping your arms around them. 

“c’mere.” lando makes grabby hands at you, clearly deciding that you’re not sitting close enough. you scoot in a little and he grabs your calves, stretching out your legs so that they sit over his lap. he takes the arm sitting on the back of the couch and wraps it around your shoulder, holding you even closer. you rest your head on his bicep and he looks down at you, satisfied. “that’s better.”

you sit with each other for a while in comfortable silence. you scroll on your phone, replying to any texts you’d missed during dinner. lando does the same, tapping away at his screen. after a bit, you feel the weight of lando’s eyes on you and you put your phone down, staring up at him with a questioning look. 

“what?”

“nothing, just–you’re so fucking pretty.” his gaze is full of awe as he admires you. your cheeks heat up, you can tell that your face is turning red. “my pretty girl, can’t believe you’re all mine.”

“oh, i’m yours am i?” you raise an eyebrow at him, teasing the man in front of you. you don’t disagree with his words, but you want him to confirm his intentions. while you’ve been talking to each other for months and haven’t entertained anyone else romantically, at least on your end, you just want to know that he’s serious about this. about you. 

“yeah–i mean, if you want to be. do you want to? i–uh. i want you to be.” he’s flustered, face flushing and cheeks matching yours in hue. your heart warms at how nervous he is for your answer. his eyes are full of hope and don’t look away from your own, waiting for a response.

“i want to, lando.” 

“oh thank god. i was so worried that you would say no. or that you just wanted to be friends or i don’t know. i just–”

you interrupt his rambling by reaching a hand up and holding his jaw, stopping his words. he stares at you wide eyed and you smile at him softly, leaning in to press a kiss onto his lips. when you pull away, he follows you and kisses you again. the hand that rests on your legs rubs up and down your calves, the feeling of his big hands on your bare skin has you shivering. you grip his jaw tighter, deepening the kiss. your lips slide over his, catching slightly on the chapped skin. his tongue traces the seal of your lips, the hand around your shoulder migrating to the back of your head and bringing you closer. you let out a breath and he takes his chance, tongue licking into your mouth and you can taste a hint of the wine you’d drank earlier in the night. your heartbeat picks up and you feel warm from head to toe, you know it’s not from the alcohol, but from lando. his lips on yours has a fire spreading through your body, has you imagining all the other things he could do with that mouth. you let out a little moan when he nips gently at your lip, pulling it with his teeth as he removes his lips from yours to let the both of you catch a breath. he kisses your cheek, then your jaw, moving down to your neck to leave more kisses there. you gasp when he bites down on the sensitive skin of your neck, soothing it with his tongue and another kiss. you’d thought you were surely too old for hickeys, but fuck, he can do whatever he wants to you. 

you and lando lose track of time, unable to keep your mouths off of one another. it’s only when you let out a yawn in the middle of him kissing down your neck that it stops. he laughs at you, eyes half lidded and lips red and puffy. you lean in for another kiss but he stops you, the hand on your head running through your hair and holding you back. 

“i think it’s time for bed, love.” he smiles when you pout at him, not wanting to stop. you can only think about lando and getting your lips back on him, you just want to be as close to him as possible. “c’mon. let’s go.”

you groan but allow him to lift you off his lap and pull you up off the couch. he holds your hand and leads you upstairs and into one of the many bedrooms of the chalet. he’d put your bags in here earlier and you stumble over to them to pull out your toiletries and pajamas. he points you to the attached bathroom and you head in there to get ready for bed.

feeling refreshed after finishing your overly complicated skincare routine, you yawn, making your way back into the bedroom. lando is already there, dressed in a t-shirt and sweat pants. he stands in front of the bed, fingers twisting nervously. you look at him trying to gauge what has him fidgeting but he avoids your gaze.

“what’s up?”

“um. so are you alright sharing a bed? we don’t have to if you don’t want to, i can sleep in one of the other rooms for now. but when everyone else gets here, i can sleep on the couch or the floor.” he still doesn’t look at you as he rambles, blushing and staring down at his feet.

“you’re so silly.” you walk up to him, grabbing his hands and stopping his fidgeting. he finally looks at you and you give him a reassuring smile, squeezing his hands between your own. “we just spent like an hour kissing, lando. i think i’m okay sharing a bed with you. but i’m warning you, i’m clingy when i sleep.”

“yeah–that’s cool. awesome, totally fine with me. yep.” he takes his hands from yours and walks around the bed, yanking the comforter from where it’s tucked under the mattress and pulling it down. you shuffle over to the other side and glare at the mountain of pillows that sit on the bed.

“why are there so many damn pillows in this place!” you grumble, picking the extras up and tossing them onto the floor. lando just watches you, holding in a laugh at how annoyed you are by the excessive amount of decorative pillows in this chalet. “who needs this many?”

“maybe i like a lot of pillows!” lando teases you, climbing into the bed and getting comfortable. 

“then this isn’t going to work out.” you look at him deadpan and he raises his hands innocently, giving up on the teasing. you join him in the overly large bed, crawling across the mattress to get as close to him as possible. you rest your head on his chest and he wraps his arms around you, legs intertwining beneath the blanket. 

“i’d never sleep with a pillow again if it meant i could still have you.” he presses a kiss onto the top of your head and closes his eyes, relaxing into the bed. you squeeze his waist and close your eyes, falling asleep not long after. you don’t know what you’re going to do after this trip is over, you don’t want to fall asleep without his arms around you ever again. 

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