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[softtdaisy]

DESCRIPTION I Charles doesn't ask for much, just for one last night with you before you leave him for good

PAIRING I Charles Leclerc × fem!reader

WORDS COUNT I 1,5k

A/N I Guess who's back with a sad story 👀 I feel so good to write again, I'm proud of this one and the way I wrote their night together so I hope you will love it too 🤍

“I’m going to say yes.”

Charles had some kind of habit for his Sunday after-race moments.

If he wins, he knows he won’t have much time for himself. He’ll rush to his hotel room after the celebration and get ready for the party. There is always one. 

If he doesn’t, he usually takes the time to decide if he wants to celebrate the race or not. Usually, he still goes. Either he still had a good race and went to cheer for that or he had a terrible one and wants to forget it. But he doesn’t rush. Most of the time, he waits a few hours before going.

It was quite reassuring for him to have these habits after having crazy and unpredictable weekends. Even if it was just silly things, like the type of shirts he wears for his sunday night.

So when he saw you in front of his hotel room, he knew his little habits were dead for this sunday.

He had seen you since you broke up. More time than he should have, to be honest.

The official excuse was that not only you were Carlos’ best friend but you were working on his social media, so of course you were around the paddock most of the time.

The non-official one was that you couldn’t resist falling back into each other's arms anytime you were in the same room.

It wasn’t a difficult break up. You were just not looking for the same thing at the same time. Charles wanted to settle down. You didn’t.

So even if you weren’t a couple, you still took advantage of the obvious attraction between you.

Again, there was something reassuring for Charles in not having to know someone new. He knew your body by heart. The way you open your mouth when he starts kissing your neck, exactly where he had to kiss you to make you moan, the spots of your beauty marks, every single curve of your body… Yes, Charles knew everything about you to the point he could make love to you with his eyes closed.

He pretended it was easier for him.

The truth was he was still deeply in love with you.

And maybe. Just maybe. Deep down, Charles hoped it would be an open door for you to reconcile one day.

Apparently you had other plans.

“You’re leaving?” he asked. He knew he sounded like a child to which you would announce moving out. He hated that. But that was exactly how he felt too.

Charles knew that you weren’t happy with your life right now. As much you loved Carlos, as much as you enjoyed watching the races and being able to travel with the guys, there was something off. It wasn’t your world. Carlos offered you this place because you didn’t have anything and didn’t want you to stay alone in your homeplace. And you would never turn your nose up at what he did.

But you didn’t want your life to be like that forever.

A fashion brand had seen your work through influencers that came to the race. And like a pure romcom magic, you got a job offer. Everyone encouraged you to say yes. Charles being beyond the first person to tell you you should accept it. Because he couldn’t let you let your dream go. 

He ignored until today that it would mean watching you leave.

“This was my last weekend.” 

If you were happy about finally finding your dream job, you were heartbroken.

You loved being around.

You loved seeing your best friend every weekend.

You loved Charles. Still.

“I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye. And it wouldn’t have been right to do it in front of everyone so…” You looked down, feeling shy suddenly in front of the man that had seen you in every single way. You felt vulnerable. Naked. But you would rather feel like that than feeling remorseful for not seeing him one last time.

Charles didn’t answer you immediately. At least, not verbally. He walked to you and took your face between his hands, letting both his thumb brush your chin like he loved to. It was something he never stopped doing, even after your break up.

It was something intimate for him. Almost like he had his world in his hands and felt like he could control everything.

“I’m happy for you.” he whispered, putting his forehead against yours.

From outside, he might sound fake. Because you could hear the sadness in his voice. You could see the sadness in his eyes. You could feel his shaky hands against your cheeks.

But Charles had a pure heart. And never the sadness of watching you leave would take over the happiness of seeing you achieve your dreams.

You stayed like that for a good minute, with your eyes closed. Just the two of you, together, in the silence of the hotel hall. It was calm before the storm. Before everyone arrives here. Before the party. Before the craziness of your new life starts. Holding this moment and wishing it could last longer.

“I just have one request.” 

You opened your eyes to look at Charles again. You noticed the little frown between his eyes, making you think he had been thinking about what he was going to say. You didn’t need any words and simply gave him a look that invited him to talk. For a second you thought he would drop the idea. 

You couldn’t count the amount of time you thought Charles was going to say something about your relationship but no words actually left his mouth. His fear of losing you was so strong. But then again, he was losing you tonight. So maybe there were no boundaries anymore. 

“If this is our last night together… remind me how it feels to be loved by you.”

“Charles…” You were speechless. How could you say no to this? How could you even say anything to this? Of course you wanted that too. Before you could say one more word, Charles put the slightles and purest kiss on your lips. 

“I’m not sure I will ever be able to love someone the way I love you.”

You tried to ignore the pain in your heart when you noticed he was still talking about love in the present. Not in the past.

But what a terrible liar you would be if you didn’t admit you still feel the same.

So you wrapped your hands around his neck, accepting his request. Accepting to fall in his arms one more time.

One last time.

With one hand in your back, holding you tight, Charles opened the door to his room with his free hand. He couldn’t leave your lips, he couldn't ever get enough. It was like an addictive thing. Knowing he won’t ever taste it after tonight, Charles needed to take as much as he could to remember it.

You didn’t need any words to know what the other wanted. You let Charles guide you to his bed, with his free hand now curled in your hair in a way that made you moan against his lips. You could feel him grown against your legs. You were both craving for more.

So you let Charles take off your top, with his lips discovering one last time every single centimeter of your skin. Your neck, your collarbone, the space between your breast. Every kiss was like a blessing, an invisible tattoo you will keep forever. And when he fell down on his knees to pursue his quest, you knew you were going to lose it.

Your hands got lost on his hair when his lips decided to go lower on your body. You couldn’t think about anything that Charles.

Charles and his kisses.

Charles and his secret power to make you lose your head.

Charles and the infinite love that you will always have for him.

And when you finally fell down on his bed, with his body on top of yours, it was like the best beautiful finale of your favorite ballet. Everything was coordinated. Charles knew your body by heart and knew exactly what to do to make you feel good.

No, not just good. Amazingly good.

Every move was just perfect. At some point, you even took his chains in your mouth to bring him closer to you. Having no idea that you, looking at him directly in the eyes while beating his own necklaces was making lost everything that was on his mind. He wanted to picture this moment forever. To look at it once you’ll be gone and he’ll be himself. Because Charles knew that he could never find anyone like you.

“What about your party?” you finally asked him with a broken voice after moaning too much and too loud for too long. You had your face on his chest and your fingers tracing every line of it. He wasn’t the only one trying to memorize every little piece of you.

“I don’t care. You’re all that matters tonight.” He replied, kissing your hair.

And you stayed in silence like this for a while. Just enjoying the caress you were giving each other, the soft smiles you could feel and see per moment and just the pure happiness of being with the only person you would ever truly love in your life.

Maybe you were just too perfect for each other that the world got jealous of your love and couldn’t handle it.