#prouda

A fairy tale that took place in 1984，maybe 1985.

one of my favorite scenes about them

pov you're Alain Prost ,your teammate and rival saw you very depressed after lost one or two races,he said he would teach you something so you went to a club with him and he made you a whiskey coke.

“Realize that this love was not your trainwreck, was not the truck that flattened you, was not your Waterloo, did not cause massive hemorrhaging from a rusty knife. That love is still to come.”

Fifteen ways to stay alive --  Daphne Gottlieb

Alain is judging you for not shipping him with Niki.

Here's a little drabble to remedy that:

Niki pressed him against the wall. Alain reached up with one hand to stroke the side of his face, and he looked away. Always dettached and so fucking dignified, even like this.

"You promised you'd celebrate with me if I won this year. I haven't forgotten." Alain said.

Niki leaned in, as if he hadn't hear right and wanted a repeat. Almost every time he did that. Stay close and not touch; as if the temptation was almost all he needed.

Alain half expected him to pull back and walk away; he'd done it before.

Instead, he pressed his cheek against Alain's and grabbed his wrists in a loose grip.

"The first of many. Are you sure you don't want something new for that?" he teased.

Alain kissed the side of his mouth, lips barely brushing Niki's skin, and felt Niki exhale sharply, reacting despite himself.

Niki let go of his wrists and wrapped his arms around Alain, hands clutching the fabric of his clothes; and he kissed Alain properly, tongue thrusting between his parted lips.

It was always a shock, when Niki gave in. Alain stiffened momentarily on his embrace, then kissed him back, threading his fingers on the soft hair on Niki's nape, moving up to make his cap fall to the ground.

"You could not make me beg; how's that for a new tradition?" Alain asked breathlessly, tugging impatiently at Niki's jacket.

Niki kissed his neck, laughing, soft and teasing.

"Oh, but that's half the fun, isn't it?" he said, but he allowed Alain to make short work of his clothes.

Alain was drunk, but not too much; he'd been looking forward to this, so he wanted to remember every detail of it, every brush of Niki's fingers against his skin.

His first night with Niki as champion.