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f1 drivers

charles leclerc

mastermind

lando norris

happier

the boy of my dreams

felipe drugovich

sunset

always you

my favorite person

mick schumacher

bright boy

flowers and rain

pierre gasly

gimme, gimme, gimme

oscar piastri

blind date

football players

pedri

i've got my eye on you

i've got my eye on you, too

dreamy boy

the look of love

the boy of my dreams– lando norris.

summary: one shot where you're the mclaren photographer and can't get lando out of your head. and he can't get you out of his head either.

nsfw at the end.

his hands. all over your body. his lips. on yours.

it was all too much. and everytime it started  to get really intense, that's when you woke up.

now, it is not entirelly professional to get this kind of unholy thoughts about the person you work for. but you couldn't help it. as much as you tried.

you knew it would be hard not to fall for the drivers the moment you took the job as the official mclaren photographer, but you insisted that you would get your hormones at bay and try not to mess anything up. working in formula one has always been your dream. since you were born, you have always loved the feeling of capturing a moment on camera and keep it with you. and for as long as you can remember, there was nothing more that you wanted to photograph than those fast cars. your love for photography has always been tighted with your passion for f1, so now that you found your way into the sport, the least you could do is try not to lose the job you worked hard to get.

you could fall for any driver (not that you should tho) but you cannot fall for a mclaren driver. under any circumstance. you made that promise to yourself the moment they contacted you. there are plenty of handsome men to look at on that damn grid. you knew you're were not here to behave like a hormonal  fifteen year old, but you knew it is very hard no to stare at the talented men around you. but the only exception is the mclaren boys. they need to be out of the equation.

that's what you kept repeating yourself. over and over again. and yet there he was, in your mind. in your dreams.

what is it with lando norris? and how could you get him out of your head?

that's the million dollar question. one that you would give everything to know.

there are three team photographers, one that focuses on the fans and crew. one that focuses on daniel. and one that focuses on lando.

you started working with the team last year, and they assigned you the fans part of the job. you did an amazing work, perfectly capturing the enthusiasm and all that papaya love and pride through your lenses. you made a really good impression on the team, so when lando's photographer had to quit, they didn't think twice to move you and assign you as his photographer.

that's when it all started to get messy.

you had kept your distance since the beginning (as much as you could) and you were so focused on showing everyone that you deserved to be there, on trying to make the team proud, that you didn't pay a lot of attention to the handsome british boy. of course you sometimes got a bit distracted on the garage, with his laugh and his funny comments. and his smile. and the way he always lighten up the room. and how he changed when he was focused, the way his eyes glistened with determination, and intensity. ok maybe you sometimes stared at him a bit too much. but it was alright. as long as it didn't escalate into something more.

but then the change happened, and you got to meet him. and you found yourself following him around all the time, taking pictures of him, studying every angle of his face, his body, his car. and it obviously escalated to the point where he intruded in your dreams every night and wouldn't leave your head for five seconds.

how professional.

and the worst part was not only that you felt highly attracted to him but it was the fact that you felt like... he kinda felt something towards you as well.

.

water. cold water. that's what he needed after yet another dream. he had lost count of how many times he had dreamt with you. and it wasn't quite a happy ever after kind of dream. it was rough. and intense. and hot. and so unprofessional.

he cursed himself over and over again everytime. he had the opportunity to be with all the girls he wanted, and yet he couldn't stop thinking about his photographer. that sweet, beautiful, fierce woman who gave it everything for a perfect shot. who was always so patience, and kind towards everyone. so funny and charming. he thought you were cute since the beginning, but since you had the fans part of the work you weren't around him that much so he never had a chance to get to know you or anything. but now it was different. now everywhere he looked, you were there. you two would laugh about the same jokes, and be around each other most of the time.

and that was not helping the crush he had on you. and it was so wrong, although he doubted anyone at mclaren would say anything if he shot your shot and asked you out. but he knew if things didn't work out, you might lose your job or it would be highly awkward.

he told himself it would pass. that he needed to get his needs out and take another girl home so he could get you out of his mind. but it was no use.

and it was not easy to deal with the kind of thoughts that came to mind everytime he caught you looking at him. because then all his dreams would came back, and they would be stuck in his head. and all he would want to do would be making every single one come true.

.

it was the monaco grand prix where he decided to shoot his shot with you. the pair of you would not take your eyes off each other by that time of the season, and you had spent so much more time than necessary around each other. the sexual tension was so visible that you had even flirted as a joke a couple of times, but every time it would start getting more serious until he decided to go for it.

it was quali day and you and lando were about to part ways as he got into his trailer, but before you left he called your name.

"let's make a bet", he said eyes full of determination.

"i'm terrible at bets", you responded, looking up from your camera.

"hear me out", he said. "if i get into the top three today, you have to go on a date with me."

red painted your cheeks as you laughed and looked around to see if anyone had heard what he had said.

"i've been trying very hard to keep it professional between us, norris. don't destroy my effort", you said, bringing a hand to your chest in a gesture of innocence.

the way you called him by his last name never failed to turn him on, but he didn't let that distract him from the rest of what you said.

"so that means that you have thought of us in that way. you and i both know our efforts to keep it professional will fail eventually. i can't get you out of my mind, no matter how much i try. and i know you're afraid that this might mess things up with the team", he blurted, caught up in a rush. "so let's have faith tell us what we should do. if everything goes in my favor today", he came closer to you, not letting your eyes for a second, "you go out with me. would that be so bad?", his eyes dropped to you lips and stayed there for what it felt like hours and then returned to your eyes.

you had run out of air and were struggling to keep it together after all the things he had said. of course you had thought of going out with him. for fuck's sake you had thought of him doing all kinds of dirty things to you. and now he was here saying that he thought of you too. you replied quickly before you could change your mind.

"you got yourself a deal then"

.

"lando norris will start the 2022 monaco grand prix in front row as he finishes his flying lap, securing himself p2 on tomorrow's race"

the post race glow he had was almost poetic as you flashed your camera at him. everyone went up to congratulate him but you stayed away taking pictures, wanting to congratulate him privately. you were incredibly proud of the way he drove today and you wanted to tell him. you took pictures while the interviewer talked to him and after he finished, he went straight to the trailer excusing himself saying that he needed to pee real quick. you went after him to quickly talk to him before the other interviews started.

"hey, lucky boy", you called him and he turned  right outside the doors of the trailer. "congratulations today, you were really incredible out th-"

you couldn't finish the sentence because suddenly both of his hands were cupping your cheeks and his lips were on yours. it was a quick kiss. it all happened so fast. by the time you realized what had happened he put distance between you, smiling wide.

"LANDO!", you blurted, your eyes wide. he threw his head back laughing, drunk on the feeling of being invincible.

"see you tonight", he said as he turned and went inside the trailer, leaving you processing everything that had happened. you snapped out of your stupor and walked away, butterflies making a mess on your stomach.

he had kissed you. lando norris, the mclaren driver you should stay away from, had kissed you. and all you could think of was how you wanted him to do it again, and again, and again.

.

i'm taking you to my favorite restaurant for our date. i'll pick you up at 7 :)

you read the text he sent over and over again. still struggling to believe that this was real. you and lando, on a date. the simple idea had you giggling like a fool. you put on the fancy dress you had packed on your bag for the team's party and started to work on your makeup.

he picked you up. the ride to the restaurant was full of laughs and comments about qualifying.

"as i was saying before you interrupted me today, you were incredible out there. i'm so proud of you and that p2", you said looking at him drive. you couldn't help but think about how hot he looked with one hand on the wheel and wearing that black shirt. but your thoughts spun out of control when he moved his free hand and placed it on you bare thigh.

"that means a lot to me, it really does", he said looking at you for a bit. "But i wouldn't have changed interrupting you today."

his hand on your thigh, his comment about today, everything seemed to pause for a moment.

"this is not professional, lando. we are gonna get in trouble. i'm specially gonna get in trouble", you said, reality hitting you.

"let's forget about the trouble for tonight, love", he said, rubbing his thumb on your thigh, distracting you from everything for a second. "if we have to face the team, we'll face them together."

this night could change everything. for better or for worse. but you carried on, willing to enjoy this date with the guy of your dreams. you placed your hand on top of his as you both continued the ride to the restaurant.

lando reserved the restaurant's rooftop so you could enjoy your privacy. the place was amazing, with a perfect view of monaco glowing in the night. the food was delicious as well. you two spent the night talking and enjoying each other's company. everything was so easy with him. you both were so used to being around each other that everything just felt right.

after dinner, you stood up and went to the edge of the rooftop to take pictures of the beautiful view and lando joined you by your side.

"you know, you look pretty all the time, specially in mclaren clothes", he whispered close to you. "but you look stunning tonight."

you felt your cheeks get warm for the comment. who would have thought lando could have such a way with words. you were so used to him messing around and never being so serious that you never thought of the other facets he might have.

"i would very much prefer you on your race suit, because god knows what that curse thing does to me, but i gotta admit you also look pretty handsome tonight", you replied, taking your eyes off monaco and looking at his pretty eyes. those eyes were a better view than anything else in the world.

"mmhm. now i'm intrigued. what sort of things does the race suit do to you?", he placed his hands on your hips, and you put your hands on his chest.

"that is something you'll find out after a couple of dates, norris. don't get ahead of yourself."

"if you call me like that again i will not be responsable for what i do.", he said, his voice voice dropping as he got closer to your lips and his hands around your hips tightened.

"are you holding back, norris? afraid of all the things i do to you?"

he wasted no time to end the little distance between you as one of his hands left you hip and got behind you neck, deepening the kiss. your hands getting lost on his hair, you kissed him back, opening your mouth to let his tongue slide in. you got drunk on the kiss, savoring it and enjoying finally being able to show him just a little bit of what he meant to you.

"you have no idea for how long i've wanted to kiss you. i held back as much as i could because i didn't want to throw my job away, but i swear you don't leave my mind", you murmured in between kisses.

"i've dreamt about this. for so long", he said his mouth moving from your lips to your neck, and leaving wet kisses there.

"i wonder what other things you've dreamt about", you said, breathing hard as you felt his tongue on your neck, every kiss feeling like heaven.

"oh yeah?", his lips leaving your neck and coming back to your mouth, stopping inches away from it. "that is something that you will find out after a couple of dates."

"mmhm sounds fair.", you smiled and joined your lips together, already missing the feeling of his lips on yours, not wanting this night to end.

.

it was race day, and lando was starting second on the grid. people were getting everything ready for the race that was about to start. all the drivers were preparing for the grand prix. you took your chance to wish lando good luck and headed to the trailer. you knocked on the door and a few seconds later he opened the door.

"just wanted to wish you good luck today, i know monaco can be tricky but i know you'll-", he quickly pulled you into the trailer and closed the door. he grabbed your chin and kissed you fiercely. you didn't hesitate to correspond the kiss. smiling, you put distance between the two of you. "idiot you need to stop interrupting me like this."

he laughed, joining your foreheads together. "i'm sorry, i can't help it. you were saying?"

"well after that kiss i can't remember what i wanted to said." you gave him a kiss on the cheek. "good luck out there, you got this."

"take some killer pictures, i'm looking specially fine today." you both laughed as you turned to open the door and get to the garage, you both went there, excited for what was to come.

lando got himself on the podium that day, his smile shining bright as the sun. some eyes definitely turned to watch how he came running to you after he hugged the team. he hugged you tight, so tight you kinda ran out of air but you were too happy to care. he felt as if he was floating, later he would realize that it hadn't been the best decision to come running to you, because well... it made it all too obvious. but he wouldn't want to change a thing.

after monaco everything changed for the better. lando and you spent most of the time together, in and out of the paddock. more dates had been planned and they all had been great. as things got more serious, you both decided to talk to the team about your relationship. they were obviously not surprised, and also not very happy, but as they said "it was something they couldn't control" and assured you that you would not get in trouble as long as you continued the great job you were doing.

two grand prix later, it was race day in Baku. lando had had an issue with the car on saturday so he stayed out of q1. but although he started in p12, he finished p7 on the race, securing some good points for the team, and he was so happy you couldn't help but give him a little gift. he had been more than respectful over the past weeks, not wanting to rush things out with you, but you knew you both craved some action to release all the sexual tension that kept building between you.

race suit hanging from his hips, lando entered the trailer a little flushed for the heat of the track and the city. you were waiting for him inside. he smiled as he saw you, closing the door behind him.

"i was looking for you, i didn't know where you-", you didn't let him finish. you kissed him, your hand running up and down his chest, already heated by the thought of you were about to do."now i do get why you're always mad i interrupt you."

"you did a phenomenal job on the track today", you said looking at his eyes. "and i think", your hand getting lower and lower, "i think you deserve a reward." your hand stopped as you palmed his cock.

"mmhm. i think you're under the influence of this cursed race suit", he said, his hand moving from your hip and cupping your ass.

"i did tell you only god knew the things this race suit did to me", you murmured on his lips. "i think i need to show you what i mean", your hand found the hem of the boxers and you pulled out his hard cock, giving him a few pumps, you slowly got on your knees, never breaking the eye to eye contact.

"you look so pretty on your knees for me", he said, taking your loose hair into his fist.

you wasted no time as you slowly started to lick his tip, and then progressively took him into your mouth. with lando's hand pushing you a bit from the back of head, you sucked his dick until it was whole into your mouth. you increased the pace, stealing soft moans from lando as he tilted his head back and his other hand went up to his neck. "you take me so well, baby. don't stop now."

he started to fuck your mouth as his hips started to move. driving him to the edge, you swirled your tongue over his hard length. he left out moan that would've knocked you down to your knees if you weren't already. he came in your mouth, and as you swallowed he left out a ragged breath. he wasted no time as he helped you get back up and pushed you against the wall.

"it's time to show all the things i've dreamed to do to you", he said kissing your neck.

"i'm all yours."

"damn right you are."

his hands were everywhere, his lips were on yours and everything seemed to fade away. you bit his lower lip as his hands found the zip of your pants and his fingers lingered on your wet core.

"so wet for me, huh", he said in between kisses. he slide his fingers in between your folds and introduced one, pumping it slowly in and out of you. you whimpered as he caught the skin of your neck between his teeth and then eased it off with his tongue. you needed to feel him, you needed more to fill you. you moved your hips against his hand.

"moan for me baby", he said, pumping the finger faster. you were happy to oblige as he introduced another finger. you moaned as you threw your head back, giving him total visibility to your neck. he couldn't help it, and his hand closed around your neck, careful not to apply pressure just yet. "is this alright?", he said, his fingers constantly hitting that spot that made you lose control.

"yes", you replied. his chokehold turning you on more than you could explain.

"good girl", he said applying a bit of pressure on your neck as he introduced another finger, driving you to the edge. you felt your walls started to come together. "cum on my fingers, baby. i wanna taste you."

the orgasm came, almost making you scream his name. he brought his fingers to his mouth and lick them clean, tasting you. he kissed you, his lips on yours feeling like they were the oxygen you needed to live.

"they'll start looking for you.", you said, your thumb rubbing his cheek.

"they can wait. there is nothing more important than who i have in front of me", he replied, your heart doing pirouettes inside your chest, his words ringing in your ears.

Happier —lando norris.

summary: a one shot / dual pov fic where y/n is a famous singer and she and lando broke up but still have feelings for each other. but after she sees him with another girl she dedicates him a song in her concert and he finds out and goes to talk to her.

I. (y/n pov)

headlines. articles. tweets.

it all came out in the worst possible time.

everybody was talking about the same thing.

"f1 driver lando norris spotted with the model lauren christensen"

"after his four year relationship ended, lando norris has been seen very close with the model lauren christensen. could this be a new beginning for norris?"

"did lando norris get over his ex that quickly? 4 months after he publicly announced his breakup with the singer y/n mendez, norris has been seen in public places with the armani model lauren christensen"

it hurt. it hurt more than anything else. and also the fact that it was everywhere wasn't helping.

everybody is different, and some people heal faster than others. you should be happy he's happy, y/n. you have a tour to deal with right now, you can't sit here and scroll on twitter to punish yourself more than you already have. get up, put down that ice cream and your phone and think of something else. literally anything else but him.

i get up, put the ice cream on the little fridge beside my bed, throw my phone across the room, and go to the shower. maybe a shower is what it takes to wash away all the memories flooding my mind. his smile. his scent. they way his eyes get small when he smiles. his cute and silent laugh. his voice. all his little moles. his hands and how he promised that he would hold me forever. no matter what.

well i guess he's holding her now. i guess this is my sign to move on.

only if it were that easy.

II. (y/n pov)

two days have passed since the news came out. and now i have to go through this specific weekend knowing that he is most likely with her. i have been trying not to think about it but it's inevitable. the USA tour has finally reached texas, and so has the formula 1 calendar.

i used to joke around with him saying that i would love to perform in the same place that he gets to race. it never happened when we were together and now that we are not together anymore, here we are. lucky me.

as i'm on my way to sound check for the concert tonight, i can't help to look up the results for qualifying. ever since we broke up i can't bring myself to watch a race, but i like to keep track of how he's doing. he's been getting better and better this season and for the first time in years mclaren might be onto the championship, with lando on second position in the driver's championship, only 16 points below leclerc. i wonder how he must be feeling since this is huge, not only for him but for the whole team. mclaren means so much to him and i can't even fathom what it must be like to give them a championship.

i wish i could be there for him.

enough.

two voices in my head battle as i get off the car and enter the stadium. i have work to do, but i also can't stop praying for him to do well on today's race. i shake my head and i focus on what's important right now. i want my fans to have the best night ever so i'm gonna make sure everything is set up and ready for tonight.

III. (y/n pov)

he won. he won and all i can think about is how i can't celebrate with him. how she gets to do it. how she gets go hold him tonight.

that's why i decide to make a last minute change on the setlist.

...

"all right, texas. how are we feeling so far?"

the crowd cheers as kyle gives me a chair so i can sit onstage.

"this next song i'm gonna play for y'all tonight is actually a cover. this song is about… heartbreak."

a little smile touches my lips as the crowd screams like i knew they would. we all love a bit of drama. and just like i know my fans respect my privacy, i also know they love when i give them little sights of my personal-and specially-my romantic life.

"this song is for those people that leave your side, and how a part of you is still in love with them, even after they're long gone. I do believe that some people come into your life to completely change it, and it's incredible how they leave a mark in you. i think it's beautiful but also really fucking painful." I laugh a bit alongside the crowd.

"it's hard to get over that kind of people. and it's even harder when you know they did get over you. specially when you know they did it by meeting someone else." tears start to form in your eyes. "so i decided to let all my feelings out tonight, texas, and open up to all of you. this is happier by miss olivia rodrigo, sing it with me." and so i start singing my heart out. to him. to the fans. to anyone who will listen. they say music heals the soul, and god knows i could use some healing right now.

You've moved on, found someone new

One more girl who brings out the better in you

And I thought my heart was detached

From all the sunlight of our past

But she's so sweet, she's so pretty

Does she mean you forgot about me?

Oh, I hope you're happy

But not like how you were with me

I'm selfish, I know, I can't let you go

So find someone great, but don't find no one better

I hope you're happy, but don't be happier

a couple of songs later the concert ends. i jump on the car to go to my hotel room. today drained me. i haven't felt this tired in quite some time. but this is good. if i'm this tired it means overthinking everything will be hard, because shit will be going down after tonight. i don't think people will ignore the fact that i kinda just dedicated a whole song to my ex-famous-formula 1-driver-boyfriend. but who cares? i needed to let it out of my system. besides i don't even think he will see it. he must be too busy celebrating his win.

IV. (lando pov)

*a couple of hours before the concert*

"LANDO NORRIS WINS THE 2022 TEXAS GRAND PRIX, GIVING HIM THE #1 POSITION AT THE DRIVER'S CHAMPIONSHIP"

i raise my fist as i pass the checkered flag. i can't believe it. i won. i'm leading the driver's championship. i cheer for the team, for me, for all the fans out there. as i get off the car i run to my team, i hug them all, tears running down my face. as they let me go i look around, searching for someone, needing one more hug. it takes me a second to remember.

she's not here. you two broke up.

i blink several times, remembering how y/n is not here. and hasn't been here since we broke up. my head is spinning and my heart hurts for a moment. but in a minute, the other drivers are all over me, congratulating me on this huge win.

after a lot of press i get on my car and start driving to my hotel room. i can't help but smile, since this day has been amazing. definitely one of the best days of my entire life. but that little void is still there. because i know she's not here. and there is no one in this world that i would love to celebrate more with, than her. the worst part is that she is actually here, in this city, just not with me. and it hurts. the thought doesn't leave me as i park the car and enter the lobby of my hotel.

she's playing here in texas, that i know. it might not be good for me to keep up with her tour schedule but i crave to know what she's up to. i haven't been to one of her concerts. it's impossible for me-mentally and physically- since i'm traveling around the world. but i can't forget how we used to talk about a situation like this, where we both could be able to be there for each other. a concert in the same city as a grand prix. and now is happening and we can't enjoy it together.

i would be lying if i said I'm over her. as much as my friends tell me to get out there and find someone else, i can't do it. the biggest thing i've done is going out with lauren, following team orders. the press needed something to focus on that wasn't how my team mate daniel was doing, so they decided to get me and lauren in public places a couple of times to interest the press. and i get it, they also tried to set me up with her to see if i could get over y/n. but it's impossible. i tried to see lauren in that way, she's a really nice girl, she's very polite and also quite funny, and it's fair to say she's gorgeous. but she's not her. i wanted to scream to the world that lauren and i meant nothing to each other. If i could i would make video and tell everyone that I'm not over my ex-famous-singer-girlfriend. but that would be... what? a disaster? most certainly.

i seriously need to move on and stop it with these crazy ideas. i just won a fucking grand prix. i'm at the top of my career. i should be out there partying not being miserable here scrolling on twitter.

i think about going out and celebrating but it kinda seems off. and then i see something on twitter that catches my attention. there are a bunch of people tagging me in the same video. i open it up and my eyes widen as i realize it's y/n onstage. and then i listen to what she says.

"this song is for those people that leave your side, and how a part of is still in love with them, even after they're long gone"...

i cover my mouth with my hand the whole video as my heart starts beating faster and faster. this is it.

she still loves me. and i still love her.

i gotta do something about that.

V. (lando pov)

sometimes i don't like to be a public figure, to be recognized all the time when i'm out in public. now is not like that. right now i'm very happy i'm famous. i knew which hotel y/n would be staying at. we were together for four years, of course i remember her favorite one. i get to the lobby and i directly head for the front desk attendant. his eyes light up as he recognizes me and after a couple of words-and the promise of a signed hoodie- he tells me the number of y/n's room. my heart is about to jump out of my chest as i enter the elevator and i press the button of the 12th floor. the elevator doors open after what feels like forever and i start looking for the room #444.

i'm gonna get her back.

i knock on her door with a shaky hand. and after a couple of seconds the door opens. and i'm staring at her brown eyes. i can't help but think of how pretty she is. of how much i've missed her. how wrong it was for us to break up, no matter how difficult it was for the relationship to be 100% stable.

"four months. four months and thirteen days ago, if i'm not mistaken. that's the day we called it off. we decided to part ways because we both were so busy with our lives and our uprising success that we couldn't find a way to stay together and spend as much time as we needed with each other. i let you go and i'll be damned if i didn't think that was the worst thing i've ever done."

she opens her mouth to speak but i don't let her, because i need to let it all out before all the courage leaves me.

"i tried to move on. partly because i supposed you were too. but it was useless. i still look for you after every race. i still wish to hug you after every win. i miss to wake up beside you. i miss your voice. your way to see the world. i miss feeling whole again. and i didn't say anything sooner because i didn't want to ruin anything for you in case you had found your peace and had left me behind. but i saw that video today. i saw your speech before that song and i know how much you like to talk about the song you're about to sing. that's when i realized that... maybe it hadn't been hard just for me, but for you too. maybe i wasn't the only one who missed every little thing about you. maybe it's not just me that still loves you. maybe you still love me too."

VI. (y/n pov)

my eyes water as i listen to all the things he's saying to me. he is not with any other girl. he's here, at my door, telling me he still loves me. he finishes his speech and takes a ragged breath. staring at me. i take it all in. his voice. his beautiful eyes. the way he's an inch taller than me. his hair that looks like he's been running his hand on it a million times. and the fact that he hasn't moved on. just like i haven't.

my hands move on their own accord to cup his cheeks. i feel he leans into my palm and he closes his eyes briefly, then he opens them when i start speaking.

"you changed my life, lando norris. with your childish smile and your shiny cars and your heart of gold. of course i still love you. i don't think i'd be able to feel the way i feel about you with anyone else. when i saw you were spotted with that girl i... i thought it was over for us. i thought it was my sign to move on. but here you are." his hands hold mine and he says:

"she means nothing to me. i tried to look at her that way but it was impossible. she isn't you. you're the only person i want to be with. i love you, y/n. that will never change."

i can't stop myself from launching forward and join our lips in a kiss. a kiss that i've been dreaming of for four months and thirteen days. a kiss that not only tells him how much he means to him but tells me how much i mean to him, and how much we've missed each other. the kiss deepens as i take a step back, taking him into the room with me. he closes the door behind him as he places his hands on my hips and pushes me against the right wall of the room. my hands are on his hair, on his neck, on his chest. i can't have enough of him. i can't believe i finally have him back. we break the kiss and join our foreheads together.

"congrats on your win."

"yeah, i'm about to show you how much i want to celebrate it with you." he joins our lips again as he lifts me up and my legs curl around him.

...

i wake up to a sleeping lando by my side. his lips are slightly parted, and he looks so peaceful. i always enjoy to watch him like this, he's such an active person, always running around, making people laugh, driving fast cars. i always find it fascinating to watch him this calm. my hand strokes his cheek and i begin to leave little kisses on the moles on his face. he slowly opens his eyes as i giggle.

"good morning."

"good morning indeed." he gives me a quick kiss.

"it feels a bit surreal to have you here with me", i say, resting my head on his chest.

"i've been dreaming about it for too long. it was about time we came back to each other", he says, stroking my hair with his hand. we stay like this for a while. and then i turn to face him.

"promise me we won't walk away ever again. we will face every challenge, every turn, everything. together." he nods, looking at my lips and then back to my eyes.

"i promise you i'm not letting you go ever again, we can get through everything together."

"and i better never see that armani model near you again, do you hear me?" i tease him. he throws his head back as he laughs. that laugh that could light up a room. i've missed it so much.

"copy. do you have any other requests?"

my hand on his chest slowly makes his way to his navel, getting lower and lower.

"mmhm. box, box, box?"

"i really hope that stands up for sex, sex, sex." we both laugh and then i'm over him, kissing every part of his body. thinking about how much i love this beautiful boy and how everything finally feels right again.