Corrode - [Charles Leclerc]

𝙑𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚

After Charles had to help with the attack on Arthur's hangar, he was home late in the night, or early in the morning if you looked at it from the other way. The sun was slowly rising above the horizon already when he returned back home. He sighed softly when he turned the engine of his car off, leaning his head back against the headrest of his Ferrari while he remained seated for a minute or so. Charles gathered himself and got out of the car, closing the door quietly so the echo of the door-slam wouldn't wake anyone up in the house. He doubted if Joanne was able to sleep after he left, he hoped she had found some sort of comfort in that a lot of his crew was supporting him and that Mick and Marcus were there for her and the children if they needed anything. Charles walked into the hallway when the door opened and he nodded curtly at Marcus at the door. Mick came downstairs the moment he wanted to go up. "Joanne?". Charles asked softly. "Just checked up on her, sir, she fell asleep a couple minutes before you arrived". Mick told him and he nodded.

He didn't say anything as he made his way up to the bedroom with quiet steps. As the morning already arrived, he didn't want to open the bedrooms of Liam and Jules again. If they weren't alarmed by his sudden moment of leaving a couple hours ago, they didn't have to know anything about it. Charles laid his hand on the doorhandle and slowly pushed it down, seeing Joanne her silhoutte on the bed, the curtains still firmly closed, however a small light on her nightstand was still on. Charles came into the room and closed the door behind him. He made his way to the bathroom, looking at the time that was displayed on his watch. He wasn't going to sleep again. His alarm would ring in an hour anyway. Charles started the shower and let the water run to become warm. The shirt he had put on was clean before he left, however it was full of blood and other stains, luckily not of himself. The only bruise he had gotten was a pretty hard punch to his left cheek bone, but that would fade quickly enough anyway. Charles stripped from his shoes and his socks, his slacks following.

He stepped into the shower, letting the water run down his face and wash the dried up blood from his hands. He looked down as the sorrow of this night all went down the drain. Charles leaned his hands against the wall and he gasped when he felt her hands suddenly on his back. She stood there as an angel when he turned around to face her, her beautiful skin exposed to his eyes and a tired smile that gently curled her plump lips. "Charles". She softly spoke, his name like a prayer falling off her tongue and he felt the warmth spreading through his chest, making him reach out for her automatically. "I'm home now". He muttered, pulling her close and into his embrace. "Will you come back to bed?". Joanne asked, finally able to relax her tense body when his firm grip held her lower back, his fingertips rubbing soft circles into her skin. Charles shook his head. "Too much work for today, love". Charles replied. "We have to put in extra precautions for if something like this happens again". He explained and she nodded as she understood. "Is Arthur alright?". Joanne asked now.

"He's fine". Charles confirmed. "But you're going back to bed". He said, switching the subject as he caressed her face under the running water of the shower. "I didn't mean to wake you up, you should catch some sleep, darling". He softly said, his concern causing the goosebumps to rise upon her limbs, her heart swelling in her chest. "You didn't wake me". Joanne smiled, running her hands up his strong arms. "I hope my schedule is a little more easy towards the end of the week, I wanted to go out for dinner with you". Charles said, turning the shower off and reaching for the towel he had put up for himself, however he wrapped it around her body. "As long as you're safe". Joanne said and he nodded, moving some of her wet hair from her face before he kissed her tenderly. The two dried off and Charles immediately got dressed again. The house was slowly waking up and the kitchen staff was preparing breakfast for him. He had lifted Joanne back to bed and as soon as her head hit the pillows, she fell asleep, showing how tired she was from waiting for him tonight.