REQUESTS CLOSED Formula 1 One Shots III

[26 & 28] - [Mobster!George]

A/N: for Mi1234ll (it was not specified wether the one shot should be with mobster!George or CEO!George so I just chose the mafia one)

TAGLIST: jxan_F1 MariPecs10 Judy_Taurus VILNYL

WORDCOUNT: 885

26. "You look gorgeous in my button-ups". & 28. "Dance for me, darling".

You came freshly out of the shower, a towel wrapped around your body and another one around your hair. You tapped on your phone, the screen lighting up and you saw the time. It was nearly half past six and George would come home soon from a late meeting. Your lips curled upwards at the thought of having him home again. He had been on a trip to Dublin this week and you hadn't seen him much when he returned. He was out to help a partner of his, who had an emergency situation. He texted you every night to let you know he was okay and that he would come back in one piece. George had booked your favourite restaurant for tonight, wanting to spent time with you to make it up for how much he had been gone this week. It was a busy month so far and you were sure his agenda would continue to be so overloaded. You unwrapped the towel around your hair and you applied a creme and some oils before dry blowing it. Afterwards, you stepped into some clean panties and dressed yourself with one of George's white shirts, just to be a little dressed and pick what you'd wear tonight eventually.

You dimmed the lights in the bedroom and sat down behind the desk on the side. You switched the ringlight on to do your make-up, the drawers of the desk full with the most expensive brands as you loved dolling up before dinner, making yourself feel even more pretty and George's reactions never failed to make you feel more confident. Some music was playing in the background to fill in the silence as you swept the brushes over your eyelids, your face, your eyebrows in perfect shape. You were content with the result and you got up, walking over to the closet to see what you wanted to wear. Your hips moved side to the side to the music, your fingers brushing over the material of various dressed, before picking the strapless, velvet green one. "You can leave the dress, darling. You look gorgeous in my button-ups". You gasped softly at his voice behind you and you turned around to see him leaning against the doorway. "George, you scared me". You hummed, nevertheless with a giggle as you made your way to him. "Didn't mean to, love". He replied, a grin on his lips.

His arms slotted around your waist and you stood on your tippy toes to wrap your arms around his neck. "Missed you, baby". George muttered, pressing a sweet kiss to your neck. "Missed you more". You replied. "Were you getting all dolled up for me, hmm?". His low voice hummed in your ear, letting the goosebumps rise upon your limbs. "More for me, but whatever you want to believe". You said, the slap of his hand on your bum making you giggle and he chuckled at your response. "The lights dimmed, music playing. You seem to be having a good time without me". George teasingly said, his fingertips trailing up your spine. "Just waiting for you to come home". You muttered, looking into his crystal eyes as his other hand lifts your chin to he could press a kiss to your lips. "Can you do something for me first, love? Before you get even more pretty?". George asked and you nodded. "Dance for me, darling". You weren't surprised he asked for it. George had a weakness for your dancing. He pulled the chair of the desk back and he sat down on it, watching as you approached him.

His eyes were sparkling when he looked up at you, watching how your hips swayed to the music while you slowly made your way to sit down in his lap. He loved the way your body rolled into his, his fingers running over your bare thighs and riding up the material of his blouse. You looked so gorgeous in the dimmed lights of the bedroom, especially when you stood up again, twirling around in front of him. A grin curled his lips when he pulled you into his lap again. "My gorgeous princess". He praised, loving the way your nails tickled his jaw as you held his face this time when you leaned down to kiss him. "I'm going to get dressed". You announced, making him pout slightly. "Already?". He asked, holding onto your hands while you got off his lap. "I'm hungry". You told him over your shoulder, picking the green dress out of your closet now and getting out of his blouse to step into it. "Oh god, how long till you get cranky?". George asked, laughing softly when you rolled your eyes at him. "Five minutes, you better start the car already, Russell". You said.

"On it". George said and he walked out of the bedroom immediately, making you shake your head with a smile. George was a tall, tough mafia leader, however his biggest weakness was you, his most precious girl.