REQUESTS CLOSED Formula 1 One Shots III

[2] - [Mick Schumacher]

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2. "Is there a reason you're blushing like that?".

The beams of the sun gently shone through the edges the curtain left open. It was warm inside the bedroom, however the window was opened slightly to let in some fresh air. You contently turned onto your back and pushed the sheets a little down to stretch your arms over your head. You grabbed your phone to check the time, it was a little after nine in the morning. The other half of the bed was empty and you assumed Mick was already downstairs and in the garden, training with his trainer via Skype or FaceTime. The weather in Switzerland had been beautiful the past couple days and the temperatures were still rising. Even though the COVID-19 measures were eased a little here and there, Prema Racing preferred it if Mick stayed inside as long as possible and didn't go public when it wasn't needed. You didn't have any trouble to stay with him anyway.

You had the last couple weeks of online class and then the summer holidays were there. Although you couldn't travel much, you looked forward to be off any university duties. You swung your legs over the edge of the bed and pulled Mick's shirt you were wearing further down your thighs. On your bare feet, you made your way downstairs and you entered the kitchen to grab some orange juice from the fridge. You peaked outside of the glass doors and saw Mick in the garden, working on some exercises with an elastic. You smiled at the sight and waved at him when he lifted his head towards you with a smile. It was warm outside already and you took a seat in the lounger with your phone while enjoying some sun. It didn't take long before Mick used his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead and then decided to take it off completely.

Your eyes flickered from your phone to him. It's not like you've never seen him shirtless before, but now, in the glistening morning sun and his skin covered with a sheen layer of sweat. You tried to concentrate on your phone, however your eyes were drawn to the movements he made when he jumped ropes or when he moved to lift the weights. The heat rushed to your face and you stood up, nearly stumbling over your feet when you rushed back inside. Mick noticed how you scurried back inside and he reminded himself to ask you about it. His training ended soon and he closed his laptop after saying goodbye to his trainer. He used a towel this time to dry his face and he stepped into the kitchen, where you were seated now. "Good morning". Mick smiled and leaned over your shoulder to kiss your cheek. "Hey". You replied, the colour of your cheeks were still rosy.

"Now, is there a reason you're blushing like that?". Mick said, already guessing the reason as he comfortable leaned back against the counter, stretching his body out and the pattern of his abdomen were clearly visible on his stomach. "You should put on some clothes, Mick". You said, a soft giggle escaping your mouth. "Well, by the way you were staring at me while I was training I didn't think you'd want me to put my shirt back on". His lips curled upwards into a boyish grin and you scoffed in response. "The weather will be good for a couple more days, so you should get used to it, princess". Mick said then before he turned fully to you to shove your chair closer to him. You gnawed down on your lip to prevent the smile from breaking out widely on your face. He smiled back at you and his fingers grazed over your face before he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your lips.