lemon and mint | Charles Leclerc

~ quarantasei ~

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Hey,

It ain't much, but it's honest work. I felt like you deserved another update, so I hope you will enjoy this one. Not much is happening, but it's Pia and Charles 🤭

Loads of love and happiness<3

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Monaco, October 2019

"Don't you forget we are spending Friday at my parents'," the Italian shouted because her partner was blow-drying his hair. It was Wednesday afternoon and Charles came back just a day ago. He was still a little bit all over the place because of the jet lag. He didn't want to get used to the European time when he was flying back to Asia next week.

"What?" he shouted back while still drying his hair. He was checking himself in the mirror while doing that.

Pia sighed and made her way to the bathroom. She leaned against the doorframe and watched her fiancé for a bit. He was worthy of a sin as always.

"I said don't you forget we are spending Friday at my parents'," she repeated her words while smiling. She was grateful he was back.

"I'd never, my love," he replied as he turned off the hair dryer. He quickly kissed Pia's cheek before grabbing a tube of styling gel. The Italian was quick to steal it from his hands. She squeezed out a bit of product into her hand.

"Let me," she didn't even have to finish it and Charles was already on his knees. He was kneeling in front of her like he was about to start begging, but it was because he wanted Pia to have good access to his hair and their height difference made it really hard.

Pia chuckled as she applied the styling gel to Charles' hair, running her fingers through the dark locks.

Charles closed his eyes and let out a contented sigh. "Don't stop." He loved it when someone was playing with his hair. It was so calming.

"I'd never, my love," the younger one repeated Charles' words while still running her fingers through his hair. She looked at him in awe. She adored him.

Pia leaned closer to the Monegasque and started whispering words of love to Charles in Italian. It just sounded much better than in French. It was more intimate for her. I love you, my sweet little angel. I love you. I love you more than you can imagine.

Charles couldn't help but smile, his heart swelling with love and gratitude. He reached out to cup Pia's face gently, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "I love you more. You have no idea." It wasn't unusual to hear Charles speak Italian. He was a Ferrari driver after all, so he talked Italian around the paddock all the time, but hearing those words in Italian from him would always make Pia weak in the knees.

The older one closed his eyes, his head leaning against Pia's chest as he felt the comforting rhythm of her heartbeat. The steady rise and fall of her chest, the familiar scent of her perfume, and the soothing sensation of her fingers in his hair created a sense of contentment that washed over him.

After a while, Charles shifted his attention to the mirror and looked at his reflection. "Do I look good?" he asked with a hint of uncertainty, a playful smile on his lips.

Pia leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "You always look good, love," she reassured him, her voice tender and sincere.

Pia continued to run her fingers through Charles' hair, adding the finishing touches with a gentle touch. He couldn't help but feel that he was the luckiest man in the world.