#freco

She was pouring herself another drink in the section when she felt a hand slide around the small of her back. ‘Men’ she thought it was a touch she was used to when people needed to get round her.

“Con permiso” she heard an Argentine accent brush her ear. She whipped her head around to see Franco there hand still at the small of her back unmoving.

“Provecho” she said, starting to move out of the hold and gesturing to the table assuming he wanted a drink as well.

“What are you drinking? Can you make me one” he asked, not letting her out of his grasp, lips still brushing her ear.

“Can you even drink here?” she chuckles, moving her head away from him. If anyone got a picture now she can only imagine what horrible things they would write about her now, they had already been with the story that she was sleeping for her spot.

“I’m 25” he yelled over the horrid edm that was playing smirking at her.

“25? If you're 25 then I’m also 25” she laughs, handing him the drink in her hand, making another one for herself. She could not believe this kid, his baby face making him look barely legal.

“We can be 25 together.” he insisted, raising the cup at her. She clinks the cup, wishing she was 25 again, not worrying about the Scrutiny she’s going to face every race weekend. She chugs her cup feeling the burn of the tequila soda with way too much tequila in it down her throat. Franco looks at her in a bit of awe as copies her and downs the rest of his drink making a face as he also gets hit with the taste. It brings a smile to her face, it’s been a while since anyone’s tried to impress her.

“¿Que mierda fue eso, Puro Tequila?” He said reaching for a lime and pouring himself a soda water.

“It had some soda” she shouted over the music feeling warm spread through her it was probably a triple she had poured, she poured pretty heavy. It wasn’t the only effect she was feeling, Franco here acting like a fool she was slowly forgetting all the media questions she fields that haunt her.

He sits back on the couch and Checo follows, leaving space between them and running a hand through her long brunette hair, feeling the dampness of the roots. She hadn’t realized how hot it was getting. She sighs in relief of being off her feet even though she only had a small black kitten heel the night or maybe morning she didn’t know her phone had died after the second club was catching up to her. She just wasn’t as young as she used to be and there is only so much a Red Bull can do through the night.

“You look beautiful tonight” Franco said as closed the gap between like a true f1 driver again coming close to her ear again to say it. She knew what he was doing, it was cute the way he kept chasing her down, liquor probably making him act bold. He was very flirty on track but she just chalked it up to his personality. He flirted with everyone on the paddock batting his blue eyes at anyone that looked his way. Maybe he was just having his fun now flirting with if he wanted a sure thing he could have gotten anyone at the club tonight being the hottest thing in f1 at the moment, he just probably just needed someone who wouldn’t run to the press he was having his issues with the press. She wasn’t even wearing anything spectacular, just a simple black dress that Caro had gotten her and her makeup was minimal just wearing a red lip and some sparkles around her eyes.

“Ya bájale” she said, pulling away again looking at him under the club lights that gave him a reddish hue. She took a good look at his face with a few moles and bits of acne scattered across. He had a hungry look in his eyes, in this lighting they didn’t even look blue. He needed to go bark up another tree, because after the bullshit of his last fling moving up to a mother of 4 was going to be a worse hell for them both.

“No I mean it Guapísima, this is very nice” he reiterated, bringing his hand down to the hem of the dress that rested on the middle of her thigh and rubbing it between his fingers. She looked down at his actions and back to his eyes that yearned with want and it was so nice to be wanted maybe just maybe. She looked down at his lips and back at his eyes when he started to lean in, she hadn’t seen a single flash tonight so she closed the gap. Feeling the hand on her thigh begin to creep up her dress as he deepens the kiss slipping in his tongue. They eat each other's faces for a few moments until she feels something wet go down her shoulders. Snapping her back into reality as she pushes the boy who is more than 10 years her junior away realizing it was his club soda that he has split down her arm.

"AH-"

"Ah perdón, let me get you a napkin"

As Franco turned to do that Sergio stood up making her way towards the outside patio of the club, it was the way she came in she thought vaguely. Looking around to see if anyone had caught them. She pushed her way through the sweaty bodies not saying goodbye to anyone, everyone was obviously in their own worlds. She makes her way up the stairs and down the hall finally seeing the exit to the patio. Still dark, good.

"Ah Dios" she shouts as she feels a hand on her pull her back and crowds her against the wall as she feels a kiss on her throat with the barely there stubble of the kid.

"Please Sergio I thought we were getting somewhere." he whines against her neck

She picks up his chin and looks him in the eye because she is too old to be playing these games. Noticing the incriminating red stains on his face, she hadn't realized how deep they had been kissing feeling almost blushing but chased away that feeling because she shouldn't even be entertaining this.

"Nene I understand that chasing older women is funny joke but I am not the person to be playing these games with go find someone else I'm she will be more enthusiastic"

"It's not a joke, does this feel like a joke" He said as he crowded her again, he really needed to get a new move Checo really was missing her personal space. She felt his rough jeans rubbing on her thigh and the pressure that was pressing behind them and the wet kisses trailing up her neck. She gives in one more time pulling his head up by his hair to connect their lips once more. He gasps into the kiss letting her lead as chases his pleasure on her thigh. She pulls on his hair moaning as he feels his hand on her breast groping her and pushing himself harder on her thigh when she feels his hips stutter and his lips come to a stop as he gives a pathetic moan and slumps into her neck.

She starts to giggle because did he really just do that? She lets her head hit the wall behind her not caring for the slight pain because the situation was so ridiculous. God why did she even let it get this far, she was going to take this as a learning lesson because in all her years boys still haven't changed, this is why she married a woman. A woman who she needs to get back to.

"Let's go to my room, I'll be ready to go again I promise." Franco tells her with no ounce of shame.

"I have to get back to Caro"

"She can come too"