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Her pout deepens, and she twists in her vanity chair to look at the man resting against her headboard. “You would pout too if you couldn’t wear your Van Cleef necklace.”

Jenson’s eyes soften as he looks at her, “You like it that much.”

She nods quickly, “Jenson… it’s beautiful really. My only complaint is that I can’t wear it anywhere. Maybe we should talk again about budgets.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I’m not buying you jewelry that costs less than a hundred pounds, a thousand pounds, it’s not happening. Why would I ever buy you something that is less than what I paid previously for an hour of your time?”

Blood rushes to her face as she remembers how falsely confident she had been in requesting only two hundred an hour for her time, and of course that Jenson pay for everything for their dates, only for him to nearly laugh in her face, his large hand capturing her hand, his voice low as he told her she was worth far more than that.

It’s no wonder why she hadn’t been able to stick to their arrangement.

His words then strike her and she turns to look at the necklace he had so lovingly given her for their three month anniversary of officially being together. He had told her it was Van Cleef and besides knowing it was a luxury brand, she didn’t actually know how much it cost.

“Jenson,” she starts, slowly turning back to face him.

“Yes, darling?” He doesn’t even have the nerve to look intimidated by her narrowed eyes and serious expression.

“Do I want to know how much this necklace costs?”

“No.” He answers.

She stares at him, unable to blink for a moment, and slowly her hand moves towards her phone and in a blur of motion that she’ll hold over him later when he tries to say something about being old, he’s out of her bed and dragging her and himself back into it.

“Jenson!” She protests.

“I told you no!” He laughs, getting between her legs, one of his hands wrapping around both of her wrists, pulling them above her head, when she tries to wriggle away. “You’ll have a heart attack if you see the price.”

“That is not what you should tell me.” She laughs, staring up at him.

He looks back at her, unbelievably fond, and she tilts her head a little, and his grin turns to a smile and he presses closer to her, kissing her.

“If you really wanted to wear your necklace out, you could.”

She throws him an unamused look, his grip on her wrists loosening as he turns serious and she pulls them away, unable to cross her arms with him on top of her, she settles for laying them on her stomach. “Not yet, Jenson.”

“I’m not rushing you, I know what timeline we’re working with. I’m just saying you could wear them.”

“And if someone recognizes what they are?”

He gives a small shrug, “Tell them, you’ve got a very loving, doting, boyfriend.”

“Jenson.” Her voice is quiet and she’s grateful when he just nods, nothing but acceptance on his face for her to see and the sight of it, the understanding of it, has her taking a deep breath and she doesn’t let herself think about it, because she knows she’ll spiral, she just says it.

“Finals are a month away, a week after that is commencement, I want you there.”

“Darling,” He breathes, eyes wide. “Are you,”

“Sure?” She laughs and her arms move, looping around his neck, pulling his face closer to hers. “Yes. It’s a split decision, not what we talked about before, but I want you there.”

“You’re not falling asleep already, are you?” Jenson chuckled as he looked down at your head that was resting heavily against his shoulder. It was going on 11 PM at this point in the Le Mans, and Jenson’s first stint had just ended. He was sitting through the mini debrief before he would be allowed to get some rest with you before his next stint, but it seemed like you were already a step ahead of him as your breathing got heavier throughout their discussion. “You’re not getting old, are you?”

“What a thing to say about your spouse,” You tsked, sitting up and stretching a bit before glaring at Jenson. “And on the eve of my birthday, no less. You really know how to make me feel special. Well, I’ll have you know, you aren’t some spring chicken either, Mr. Button.”

“Never said I was, darling,” He chuckled as the team let him know he was good to go for a few hours. He stood up and held a hand out for you, but you just focused your glare on his hand instead of his face now. “Are you coming with me, or am I going to have to carry you?”

“Well, if you’re offering,” You trailed off with a small smile and an eye roll. Jenson wasted no time and picked you up bridal style immediately, causing you to wrap your arms around his shoulders. “You’re on your way back into my good graces. I would also like to make a request.”

“And what would that be, your highness?” Jenson joked as he walked into the back of the garage to take you to the hospitality suites. There were couches set up for the drivers, so he set you down on one of them as he got changed out of his race suit.

“Can I wear one of your hoodies? I’ve been cold all night, and honestly, I’m not going to want to put in that much effort to get ready for your stint at 3 AM,” You complained as you laid back on the couch, turning your head to watch him change into something comfortable. 

“If you want a hoodie, you can take your pick,” Jenson offered as he held up the two hoodies he brought. To be honest, he knew you were going to end up stealing one, so he made sure to pack your favorite one. He knew he made the right decision when your eyes lit up as they saw your favorite hoodie, and you reached out for it. Jenson chuckled as he walked over to you and helped you put the hoodie on before laying down behind you, holding you closely to his chest. “Are you warming up now?”

“Yeah,” You chuckled, burying your face in the fabric of the hoodie with a smile. “Who did I please in another life to deserve you?”

“I don’t know why every Le Mans makes you say these weird things,” Jenson commented. “I guess we’re both confused, but that’s beyond the point. Go to sleep.”

“What if I’d rather talk to you?” You asked before turning around in his arms so you could face him. “I haven't actually said much to you today because of the race prep, and I missed you. Is it so much to ask to have a conversation with you?”

“We can talk all you want tomorrow when I don’t have to get in a car and drive for 2 hours in a competitive competition,” Jenson deadpanned as he gazed down at you. “I only have 3 hours before I need to be back up and getting in the car, and I just want to sleep, darling.”

“Oh, I see how it is,” you said as you rolled your eyes before closing them and choosing to ignore Jenson.

“Is that all you have to say?” He asked with a smile, thinking he would break you, but you remained unfazed by his attempts. “Are you really ignoring me now?” You still made no move to respond, just shifting your head to rub against his arm that your head rested against. “I’m sorry if that upsets you, but I’m not apologizing for wanting to sleep.”

“Maybe I just wanted to hear you talk,” You finally responded as you relented and opened your eyes to meet his. “Ever think of that?”

“You’re so cute,” Jenson whispered more to himself than to you as he kissed your forehead. Your eyes narrowed immediately.

“I am not cute. I am the opposite of cute. I’m actually very menacing,” You replied, pulling back a little to glare at him.

“You’re really cute when you're tired,” Jenson chuckled again, wrapping his arms tighter around your body and not letting you pull away. “You’re so cute, and you’ll never convince me otherwise. It’s my job to get on your nerves, and I’d say I’m doing a great job.”

“You’re lucky I love you,” You groaned as you dropped your head back down to rest against his shoulder. 

“I would hope so,” Jenson gasped in mock offense, “We haven’t been married for nearly a decade for nothing.”

“Can we go to sleep now?” You sighed with a pout as you tried to get comfortable again. “I want to sleep, but my brain isn’t slowing down enough to sleep.”

“Was that why you wanted me to talk in the first place?” Jenson asked, running a hand down the span of your back in a comforting manner. You nodded slowly, and Jenson, ever the yapper he is, took it into his hands. “Well, let me tell you the entire weekend’s strategies for both teams-”

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yourusername: And you say you don’t have a way with words… Happy two years, handsome. I’ll never fail to be inspired with you logansargeant: Happy two year anniversary! username6: Jenson said fuck a hard launch username7: you guys look so cute! username 8: oh, she’s pretty

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She doesn’t even remember getting out of the Uber, let alone opening the front door, it’s only as she sits on the couch that she realizes she’s home. Blinking slowly, brain struggling to process everything from the last three hours.

She doesn’t hear Jenson’s greeting or the way his frown from her not returning his greeting turns to an understanding look and his feet taking him to the kitchen.

She just sits on the couch, jumping when a glass of wine is set down on the end table beside her and before she can say anything, Jenson is moving her. Readjusting her until her back is pressed against the arm of the couch, wine glass easy to reach and then he’s sitting and pulling her feet into his lap, taking her flats off and chucking them towards the door.

“That much?” He asks, breaking her out of her silence.

“So much.” She breathes, reaching for her wine glass and taking a much-needed drink. “Joyce is getting a divorce.”

Jenson’s fingers froze where they had been tapping along her ankle. “She’s what?”

“Getting a divorce.” She takes another drink of wine. “She was cheating, this whole time. She called Nina crying the other day because Peter found out.”

“That explains the ten pm message from Nina for lunch.”

She nods. “But not only was she cheating on Peter, it was with the guy who did the catering at their wedding. We all wondered how on earth she got such a cheap price for it, that’s why.”

“That’s not a good way to run a business.”

“And Nina’s sister is pregnant. Their parents are throwing a total fit about it as well. All because she isn’t married and they thought she was a lesbian.”

Jenson lets out a small laugh at the last part of her sentence, having heard the horror stories of Nina finding her little sister and whatever guy she was seeing in positions she had never wanted to.

“Callie wasn’t there either today. JJ and her are on the outs, completely.”

He shakes his head at her words, beginning to massage her feet.

“Callie told her that the dress she picked out was hideous and made her look horrible.”

“You can’t say that.”

“Exactly!” She nearly shouts. “And she obviously doesn’t know what on earth she is talking about. JJ looked incredible in the wedding dress she chose and she was so happy about it and now she’s worried that Sam is going to see her in it and thinks she’s ugly. She had enough stress with the wedding only two months away and now Callie has been a fucking bitch and just crushed her self-esteem.”

“I never liked Callie or Joyce.” He comments.

“I mean, Joyce was great until like a year ago. Callie…” She trails off. “Callie was always more JJ’s friend than ours. She was nice enough, but she always just looked so unhappy to hang out in a group setting. And I like I get it, we are a lot to deal with.”

“Just a little.” He laughs, but his smile and words are all fond.

“And they all were a little mad at me.” She says after probably ten minutes of rambling about the smaller things JJ and Nina had brought up at lunch.

“Why on earth are they mad at you?”

Her eyes fall away from him. “It wasn’t like genuinely mad, more just annoyed.”

“For what?”

“I had nothing to bitch about. I mean obviously I bitched about both Joyce and Callie, but I didn’t have anything to bring to the table.” She shrugs and then looks at him, smiling. “You treat me too well.”

“Hey, handsome?”

Jenson huffs out a laugh, closing his laptop. “Yes, darling?”

“Could you come here and help me with something?”

He’s already halfway through the living room before she finishes asking, data he needs to review forgotten.

Leaning against the door frame, he stares as she fusses with her notebook. “How can I help you?”

She smiles, a sweet thing, but then she’s curling her finger, beckoning him, and he knows it won’t be much longer before he’s pressing against the front of his jeans.

“Hello.” He murmurs, hand settling on her hip, pulling her close.

“Hi.” She murmurs back, pressing their lips together in what would be an innocent brush of the lips if not for her tongue flicking out for a split second.

He chases her lips when she pulls back, kissing her once more before allowing some space between them.

“What do you need my help with?”

“Well,” She starts and she’s giving him that look, that totally unnecessary look when he’s already willing to do anything for her at the drop of a hat. “The scene I want to write… I can’t figure out the positioning exactly.” One of her hands goes to the back of the neck, rubbing while the other moves in between them, fingers tangling, tugging at the hem of his shirt.

Jenson hums, hand gripping her hip tighter. “Am I just climbing into bed with you? Or am I taking off our clothes as well?”

“Both, sort of.”

“Sort of?” He laughs.

“Well, you’d be naked. I’d be wearing this shirt,” She tugs again at the shirt he’s wearing, voice dropping to a whisper, “and panties.”

“Am I taking these panties off or,” He can’t continue, her hand moving from his neck to capture his dominant hand and dragging it under her dress, her fingers manipulating his to pull her panties to the side. “Fuck, darling.” he groans, feeling how wet she is. “Please tell me your notebook is already open?”

“Open and with a pen ready to go.”

“I love you so much.”

Her brain feels foggy as she wakes up, sleep still has her in its clutches, but the sound of low murmurs keeps her just barely awake.

A soft sigh rings through her ears and then there’s a warm hand rubbing at her arm, a soft call of her name.

She means to open her eyes, to roll over to face Jenson, because it has to be Jenson unless Logan has stolen and doused himself in Jenson’s cologne but all she can do is make a small noise.

Another hand brushes over her forehead, Logan’s, she thinks.

“Come on, love. Can’t have you sleeping on the sofa our first night back.” Jenson gives her a little nudge and it should wake her up, make her eyes finally open, but sleep pulls her closer.

Logan chuckles, looking at Jenson’s soft but exasperated expression and he’s nudging the other man out of the way, bending and brushing his lips across her forehead before sliding an arm under her neck and knees and lifting. Jenson instantly pressing a hand to his lower back once she’s in the air.

She makes a slight protest but then immediately turns her head, pressing her face into Logan and they watch as sleep completely settles over her.

“She’s lucky she’s pretty.” Jenson murmurs as they walk to the bedroom.

He playfully scoffs. “I think you mean devastatingly gorgeous.”

Logan mourns the loss of Jenson’s hand, warm and heavy on his lower back as he draws back the blankets, but it’s back before he can truly miss it.

“You both are.”

The younger flushes at the softness of his words, heart skipping a beat at them and the way she tries to grasp at his shirt as he sets her on the bed.

“So are you.”

Jenson smiles and Logan can’t help but kiss him. The older man’s hands warm as they settle on his hips.

“Shower?”

He shakes his head and watches as relief crosses Logan’s face. “I think we’ve both missed our girl a little too much for that.”

“Yeah.” Logan sighs. “It’s good to be home.”