see now if i was a person who can produce a sensible one shot in a smatter of hours what i would be doing now is write a fic where, after the canada gp, after a stupid long debrief and an awkward team dinner, lily texts lando to come up to their room.
lily, yes, because she's the one who orchestrated their arrangement in the first place, and because lando always worries he's intruding on her and oscar's time together when she attends races.
so she texts lando and after some hesitating lando does eventually drag himself to their room--reluctant not because he doesn't want to go, but because he doesn't feel he deserves it.
and when he knocks, lily opens the door, with the sweetest, softest smile on her face, and oscar's just behind her, freshly showered, and lily pulls lando inside the room, and oscar's there to put a hand on the small of his back and guide him towards the bed.
the bed where they all lie down together, and where oscar opens lando up while lando eats lily out, and where oscar then fucks lando, slow and deep, while lando fucks lily at the same languid rhythm, and where they kiss, and hold one another, and eventually come, and just lie in a pile of sticky limbs and blissed out smiles.
unfortunately, i'm a slow ass writer and this fic will not happen but you can imagine it if you want. i swear it'd be good.
