Della Lechâteau and her friends take off to Monaco for a grad trip to remember forever. The weather is warmer and the real world is nothing but a distant thought in the beautiful destination that attracts the wealthiest people in the world. Adventur...
The next day comes with an excited fluttering in my stomach. Charles sleepily keeps me in his arms in the morning as we take our time to wake up and prepare for race day. I start to become restless attempting to leave the bed, "non Del" he murmurs tightening his arms around me, "Charles come on" I reply with a giggle, he sighs and lets me get out of bed to change. I swiftly grab my race day outfit before going to the washroom, where I change and freshen up for the day. I'm bringing my hair up into a ponytail as I walk back into the room, "parfait ma chérie" I smile at the Monégasque who is walking towards me, already in his Ferrari team shirt and some jeans. "Look at us matching on race day" I say as he winds his arm around my waist to pull me close, he nods and drops a soft kiss to my lips before leading me out of the room to get to the track on time.
When I'm left to my own devices at the venue I end up coming across a face painting station. I grin while approaching the girls, they greet me before asking what I want painted, I tell them a number 16 on my cheek. One of the girls nods and directs me to the chair in front of her. "A big Leclerc fan?" She asks while painting the number on my cheek, "yeah you could say that" I reply trying to stay still for her, "we're both hoping for the best, he's so handsome" she murmurs with a smile, I chuckle at her honesty, "well we better keep our fingers crossed" she smiles and tells me to enjoy the race as I stand and wander over to where I'll be watching the race. Before lights out I turn so that the track is behind me; I lift up my phone to take a selfie, smiling while ensuring that my painted cheek is visible before posting it to my Instagram story.
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At the end of the race, when Charles has finished everything at the track we go back to the hotel. Once he unlocks the room, I walk in and rush over to my suitcase to change into some sweatpants and a t-shirt. "Much better" I murmur with a smile as I hop onto the bed, the Monégasque's laughter makes me giggle while looking over to see him changing as well. I bite my lip when my laughter subsides, my gaze locked on the Ferrari driver's as he comes over to the bed.
"Tu as fait bien aujourd'hui" I tell him while smiling, "c'était tous pour toi Del" he replies before making his way to me, his hand moving upwards so that he can brush his finger along the faded face paint on my cheek. "I can't believe you did this" he murmurs, "it was an impulsive decision and I have no regrets, I need to support my favourite driver" I reply with a smile, he chuckles and drops a kiss to my head. "We should probably wash it off before you smudge the pillow" Charles says while pulling away slightly, I sigh, "I guess so" I say while getting off the bed to go to the washroom.
Once I've successfully cleaned off the red number 16 from my cheek I skip back towards the bed where the Ferrari driver is smiling at his phone. I flop onto the bed making him look up as I scoot closer cuddling into his side with a smile, "washed off but never forgotten" I murmur and he brings his arm around me, "bien sur ma chérie" he replies. My heart flutters like every other time he calls me by the affectionate name, my smile grows as I curl my fingers into the fabric of his t-shirt. Something in the way Charles holds me in that moment has me realizing the extent of my feelings for him. I sit up turning to the driver with wide eyes, he looks concerned because of my sudden movement, "Del-" I place a hand over his mouth to cut him off, "I love you" I say while looking into his eyes nervously. The Monégasque gently takes my hand away from his face interlacing our fingers, he proceeds to kiss the back of my hand his gaze never leaving mine, "je t'aime ma chérie" I smile my nerves disappearing at his words. He cradles my face with his free hand bringing me closer so that he can press his lips to mine, my eyes flutter closed a hand resting on his chest.
Suddenly Charles hoists me onto his lap, my legs on either side of him, I pull away for a second smiling at the Ferrari driver my hands moving to his shoulders while his rest right under the hem of my shirt. He grins while his thumbs rub shapes into my skin leaving goosebumps in their place, "je t'aime" I murmur loving that I can say the words to him whenever I want to now, he brings a hand up curling it behind my neck to move my lips to his again. My body sinks into his, my fingers sneaking under the collar of his shirt moving along the smooth skin of his upper back, nothing other than Charles on my mind as we explore each others bodies for the next few hours.
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The next morning is a struggle as I rush to finish packing for my flight back to Seattle. Charles tries to help but my usual way of organization counteracts his efforts. He eventually gives up to shift his focus to ordering some breakfast from room service. When I finish packing I zip the suitcase closed and flop onto the bed next to it with a sigh, I hear Charles laugh so I lift myself slightly to look at him. "What's so funny?" I ask while lifting an eyebrow at the smiling Monégasque, "nothing mon amour it just seemed I could've made packing less stressful" he replies making me smile at the new pet name as he walks over to where i'm laying on the bed, "I guess I'm just used to doing this kind of thing alone" I say with a shrug. There's a knock on the hotel room door cutting off whatever Charles was going to tell me, he kisses my head quickly before walking over to answer the door. Seconds later he's walking over with a tray full of food in his hands, I grin and fully sit up while he puts the tray down, "I figured you would want to eat before your flight" he says. I go up onto my knees to press a kiss to his lips, he places a hand on my waist pulling me closer, but I pull away before it gets too heated sitting back down to eat, "you're the best" I murmur while focusing on the food next to me. Charles takes my suitcase off the bed before sitting on the other side of the tray smiling at me as he starts to dig into the food as well.
Later we're standing in the airport, I have my suitcase next to my feet about to go through security. Charles is wearing another baseball cap his hand holding mine, "I should tell you that you wearing a cap does nothing to hide who you are" I say while turning to the Ferrari driver. He chuckles making me giggle while bringing a hand up to cradle his face my thumb stroking his cheek, our laughter stops after a few seconds, "A for effort though" I murmur while looking into his light eyes which convey the utmost happiness, "I love you Del" he says, "love you Charles, I'm going to miss you" he takes my hand in his squeezing it, "me too" my smile dims realizing that I won't see him for a long time. He lowers his head placing his hands on either side of my face before pressing a long kiss to my lips, I curl my hands into his sweater wanting to remember how this feels before I don't see him for weeks or even months. When he pulls away slowly I open my eyes, "je t'aime" I murmur quietly, he smiles pressing another quick kiss to my lips, "you're going to miss your flight if you don't go now" I nod looking down at our now intertwined fingers, "we'll see each other soon Del" I smile slightly and he kisses my head before letting go of me, "text me when you land okay" he adds, "will do handsome" he chuckles and I take the handle of my suitcase before turning around towards the security line my bag rolling behind me already missing him.
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