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Though you could have very well done without all the drama that had led to it happening in the first place, you wouldn’t change anything that happened all weekend.

Between the Sprint, Quali and Race, Saturday and Sunday had been filled with holding hands, nothing new there, stolen kisses behind tyre stacks, very much very new, and a lovely dinner your best friend boyfriend? Had somehow managed to arrange in such a short time that you suspected P to be behind it all.

And from there on it was one thing after the other. From a win for Charles who you were required to celebrate with as your boss, to Maranello first thing Monday morning for race debrief in which you had zero use to anyone, to somehow ending up spending time with Kimi who needed a little comfort after his disastrous race ending.

How that last one had come to happen you were still not quite sure but you weren’t going to complain after he paid for your lunch on Wednesday before you went to the airport and home to Monaco.

Lando had been there since Monday evening, race debrief being done far faster then the one Ferrari had held and thus being home 2 days before you.

2 days of missing him so much you were sure it had been 2 years, at least that’s what it felt like.

It wasn’t that you had never missed him before when you hadn’t joined Ferrari yet and had your fixed job in Monaco but somehow that too had changed since your confession.

The aircraft touched down in Nice, a weight you hadn’t felt until then falling off your shoulders and feeling more at easy when you got into the back of Charles car after Alexandra had insisted that they would drive you home since you were basically neighbors either way. That arrangement had been established after your first race weekend on the job in canada.

Bit dreamy you sat in the back, not noticing how Charles kept a slightly worried eye on you through the rearview mirror, watching you look out the window with a dopey smile that left him wondering if the summer heat had now finally gotten to your head.

You were so in your headyou hadn’t even noticed him leaning over to Alexandra to whisper, “You think she’s okay? She’s been like this all weekend. It’s getting a bit scary, no…”

His wife chuckled with a glance back.

“I think whatever’s got her like this, just has her really happy.”

She wouldn’t dare tell Charles that she had seen you and Lando more than a bit cozy after Quali, at least not until you felt comfortable enough to tell him yourself.

Even married to your boss, she knew that it wasn’t her secret to tell.

“If you say so, but if this goes into Spa—”

“It most definitely will and you will say nothing.”

The Monegasque huffed playfully at her tone just as he pulled up in front of your building.

As if someone had pressed a button somewhere, you snapped out of trance and looked up.

“Oh, are we here already?” you asked a bit dazed and reached to unbuckle yourself before getting out of the car. You grabbed your suitcase from the trunk and went to say bye.

“Tell Lando hi from me!” Alexandra said with a wink that left you frozen with wide eyes before the car was off.

For a few more seconds you stood on the side walk, stunned and frozen in place until your brain had caught up again before shaking your head and heading inside to get out of the heat.

The elevator took its sweet time coming down from the 11th floor, opening its door just as you got more antsy to fall into Lando’s embrace waiting up on your floor. You were already later then planned, the 1and a half hour delay of the plane having messed with your planes quite a bit and if the influx of texts from Lando was any indication then he was just as unamused by it as you were.

The doors opened on your floor, prompting you to practically speed down the hall to the right apartment, keys almost landing on the floor as you rummaged through your purse to find them in the first place. They jingled once, door unlocking with a click.

A long breath left you, one that released every bit of tension left behind by the last few days and the suitcase pushed to the side to be forgotten until you found the will to do laundry.

The door had barely fell shut behind you before hurried footsteps echoed through the apartment and a second later Lando was there in your space.

Gigantic hands cupping your cheek as his lips pressed hard against yours, already moving ever so gently. Not even a piece of paper would have fit between you with the way he had caged you against the wooden surface of the apartment door.

“You took too long,” he sighed against your mouth, unwilling to part as he went in for another kiss that was far more demanding.

His words had you huff a soft laugh into the kiss, fingers twirling a stray strand of hair at the back of his neck

“Lan, its been 2 days.”

He quickly shook his head making the messy curls on his head bounce for a moment, face buried in the crock of your neck and stealing your breath as his mouth focused on the skin there.

“To long now that I get to have you properly!”

Heat rushed to your face, warming your face and skin all over.

“You’ve always had me!” you breathed out, head falling back against wood, enjoying what he was doing to you so easily.

“Not like this!” Lando argued without coming up or stopping at all.

“God you’re so needy”

Shameless as he was Lando looked up and gave you a devilish grin that simply screamed mischief.

“For you? Fuck yes.”

He didn’t even pretend to be embarrassed. No, it just made him grin bigger as his right hand traveled lower to settle on your waist. His hold wasn’t rough but it wasn’t gentle either. Instead it was like he wasn’t risking you getting away for even a second if he could prevent it in any way.

Good for him that you weren’t trying to get away. Your knees threatened to give out under you, growing weak once you felt his mouth back on yours, tongue desperate to be let in.

Lando, eager as a puppy slipped his hand under your shirt, finger splayed out on your skin as the top rode up.

Your lips parted, letting out an involuntary moan at his ministrations and when his leg somehow found its way between yours and pressed up against you, your breath hitched.

Quickly you hit his chest to get him to back off a little. The look of utter confusion and desperation almost made you laugh out loud.

“What?”

“You know…” you snorted. “As much as I want you, I really don’t want you to fuck me against our front door.”

The reaction was immediate. Instead of letting up however, his hands found your ass, smacking encouraging against it with a smirk. “Jump.”

You didn’t let him tell you twice and you jumped, legs wrapping around his waist as he held you up with ease. The bulge in his sweats pressed deliciously into your thigh a friction you couldn’t help but grind against as much as you could in your position.

Lando hissed under his breath, nearly stumbling with you in his arms as he quickly caught himself and shouldered the door to the bedroom open.

With a loud oof, you landed on the bed.

Raised eyebrow, hands pushing yourself upright on the mattress you smirked cheekily.

“Elegant as ever Mr. Norris.”

Lando rolled his eyes at the teasing. “Ever thought that you might just be heavy?”

The joke was evident in the glint in his eyes and the tone of his voice and so you didn’t react in any way, choosing to laugh instead of getting revenge.

You burst into laughter, shaking your head as you reached out to catch the front of his T-shirt to tug it over his head, revealing his chest when he threw it somewhere behind him before climbing onto the bed to join you. He settled quickly between your legs again and making quick work with your own shirt which landed similar to his somewhere behind him.

The moment it was gone his focus fell to your chest. The black bra lined with some delicate red-ish flowers that you had picked this morning doing more for him then probably appropriate.

“You’re so fucking sexy, you know that?” he hummed against your throat, getting on top of you and kissing lower along the line of the lace covering your nipples.

“And you talk to much!”

With that you quickly got to work. Your jeans got shrugged off, hands reaching for his sweatpants so you were both in equal states of undress.

Lando caught your wrists before you could finish tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants, a crooked grin spreading across his face as he leaned down.

“So impatient too,” he murmured, amusement dancing in his eyes, though the way he looked at you made your heart race all the same. You reached up to brush an unruly curl away from his face, unable to stop smiling when he immediately leaned into your touch.

“Missed you,” he admitted quietly this time, the teasing slipping away just enough for the words to sound painfully honest. You answered by stealing another lingering kiss, slow and unhurried and surprised him by flipping him on his back.

“Missed you too.” You whispered against his lips.

Caught off guard by landing on his back the brit could only stare as you sat up, reached back to unclasp the hook behind your back and the fabric fell away entirely. He almost drooled at the sight of you.

“You done starring yet?” you quipped and ground down against his dick still straining against his boxers. It was cruel, that you knew and yet you didn’t care. Instead you kept doing it again and again, leaving him a bit breathless as he twitched eager against your pussy.

“You done running that mouth of yours?” Lando groaned at the feeling. He sat up, you still in his lap and his mouth all of a sudden wrapped around your right nipple, tongue lapping at the bud insistently and the already there wet patch in your slip growing bigger.

“Oh–“ you moaned loudly and clenched around nothing.

“Seems like it, hm… my love all helpless from just this? Wonder what you sound like riding me then…” The words were sweet, almost like honey and they fired up the urged to actually get his dick out and inside off you.

Lando could see what it was doing to you and quickly go rid of the last of your clothing.

His cock sprang free, making your mouth water.

As if he had read your mind he shook his head. “Not now, just let me feel you,” he said cupping you jaw and brushing his thumb over your little pout.

Retaliating you quickly wrapped your lips around the digit, tongue lapping at it for a second meant to tease.

“No, dont play dirty love. Not when you’re already dripping on my thigh…”

“Then hurry up and get a condom before I start taking care of it myself!” you bit out impatient as ever, making him grin wolfishly.

“You sure? We could—”

You quickly cut him off with a look. “Baby, unless you want a little mini you in nine months, you should get that condom… at least until I can get back on the pill.”

That shut him up and scrambling to the nightstand fast. Not that he didn’t want kids but he didn’t want them now.

Lando returned a moment later, the foil packet pinched between his fingers, though the smug grin on his face hadn’t faded in the slightest.

“Happy now?” he asked, climbing back onto the bed, only for you to steal it from his hand.

“I am,” you smiled, reaching up to cup his face, your thumbs brushing over the pink tint that lingered across his cheeks.

You ripped the package open, taking the rubber out and slipped it on. Lando nearly went insane leaning against the beds headboard once he felt your warm hand gently wrap around him, rolling the condom on with ease. It also sent a little spark of jealousy through him. The ease with which you did so, no matter the mischievous grin you gave him as you looked up through your lashes, reminded him that you knew what you were doing. That he was not the only man or woman to have you this close.

Before you could see it though, he took your hand his. Pulling until you were settle on top of him again.

You reached down, lining him up and sank down slowly.

The feeling was overwhelming, the sheer size of him nearly making you fall forward as you whimpered at the stretch. It was a noise of pleasure, one that Lando never wanted anyone else to hear again but him. He moaned low.

Finally feeling you on him, around him and with him as he had imagined for months now whenever he had gotten off by himself or met with some to take his mind off of you.

The little noise you made as he was fully sheeted inside you high and whiny and music to his ears.

Your thighs shook, your eyes met his and you began to roll your hips with his giant hands settled on your waist to help find a rhythm that escalated soon after into something frantic and fast.

“Fuck!” Lando growled out, the sound getting to your head and turning you on even more. “Feels so good my love.”

Letting your head tip forward against his shoulders, your hips stuttered. “L– Lan…”

“That’s right, just keep moving for me. Doing so good for me,”

The praise went straight to your head making you clench tight around him.

“oh, Ohh you like being good for me?” The question was rhetorically and not meant to be answered. Neither did he let you, rolling to the side and you under him to start building a rhythm of his own when he felt your growing tired on top of him.

Your breath got stuck in your throat, the pace he started drilling into you unmatched. His cock dragged deliciously against your wet walls, over your g-spot. It was so much you weren’t sure how you were going to survive this.

Orgasm building quick and still a bit to out of reach you whined helplessly. Lando seemed to notice your dilemma, being just as close as you were, reaching and rubbing your clit with pressure that had you come just from that.

Lando followed right behind, the fluttering of your walls triggering his own release.

Heavy breathing filled the room, hearts racing and only slowly calming down as your bodies stayed entangled for some time longer until he rolled off.

He slipped out, leaving you empty and spent to catch your breath while he pulled off the condom, trying not to make that big off a mess as he tied it up before crawling in beside you again.

Lando’s fingers traced absentminded patterns along your back as you rested against his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear. Every now and then he pressed a soft kiss into your hair.

You felt him smile against your hair, his arms tightening around you slightly. For a moment it was just the two of you, the world outside the apartment forgotten. No races, no pressure, no cameras, no expectations. Just Lando and you.