A Monégasque Story (Part 4) - Charles Leclerc
Summary of the series - Y/n is Charles' best friend little sister. They grew up together but haven't seen each other's for years. Their relationship seems to take a different turn when Charles stay at her's and her brother's.
Warning - Both Y/n's and Charles' POV, Fem reader, Both Charles and Y/n speaking French (translated) tension, tooth rotting fluff, three years age gap, mature content, 18+, brother's best friend, friends to lovers, she felt first he felt harder...
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The party yesterday shit faced me. Less than the last time i guess, but i still had a pretty hard time waking up.
We got home late and i had maximum 4 hours of sleep. So yeah, this is fun.
I push the sheets away with very little motivation, and head to the bathroom.
I cross my reflection in the mirror, and huff. I wash my face and tie my hair trying to look more alive and less zombie like before opening my bedroom door.
I make my way to the kitchen, directly greeted by the sight of Charles looking all freshened up, ready to attack the day as if his night before has consisted in sipping an infusion and going to bed at 7pm with cucumbers slices on his pretty eyes and a waves song audio in the background.
I stop dead in my track, eyeing him up and down. He’s standing by the kitchen sink, filling his water bottle in a workout outfit. I don’t know if i should hate him or be inspired.
He smiles when he sees me entering the room, “hi love” I give him a quick hug before making my way to the fridge.
“Are you really going to work out this early ?” I ask him taking the apple juice bottle before turning back to him.
He look down at his watch laughing, “It’s ten”.
I sight “That’s what im saying, it’s too early to do any type of exercise.”
He close his water bottle and get closer to the counter where im standing “Well, i didn’t really trained since im here and all we do is eat and drink. Andrea is going to kill me. And even if im on holiday,” he says through quoted fingers “I still need to do work out and stuff, i don’t have time messing around.”
I chuckle, “Ok Tiana” He furrowed his eyes brows for a second before rolling his eyes. “Your reference are frightening” He snickers back.
I laugh, putting my hands under my chin in a “im proud of it” way before passing by him again “Well have fun, im going to go back to sleep.”
He quickly grab my wrist to spin me around. I look up, to him shocking his head, all smug. “Not so fast, you’re coming with me.”
I look down at his hand still securely wrapped up around my wrist, then back at him. “I think you’re mistaking, you enjoy tho” I free my hand from him and start making my way out, but once again he spins me around.
“Don’t let spinning people around become an habit, most people don’t like being manhandled you know.” I laugh. He shrug my comment “If you come with me i promise to give you a massage when we came back.” He says way too confidently.
I frown, i wasn’t quite ready for him to say something like that, but it’s not obvious enough for him caught up on it. “What ?” i say in disbelief, needing to hear it once again just to be sure that i got it right.
“If you run with me, i promise to give you a massage when we get home.” He repeats, still as confidently as before. Not a bit of doubt transpiring from his face.
It’s tempting, but im not sure having someone you’re attracted too, with their hands on you, caressing your skin is the best idea. But at the same time, who in their right minds would say no to a massage.
“Ok im coming” I say fastening my way to my bedroom to get ready. I hear him laugh as i close my bedroom door.
I feel like im going to faint, there’s no blood in my head anymore.
The sun is too bright, the air too hot and i don’t feel my legs anymore.
I come to a stop on the side walk. Immediately gripping my knees with my hands trying to steady myself and get my breathing back to normal.
I see Charles turn around, making his way back to me while laughing.
I so want to sweep his little smug expression out of his face right now.
“Are you trying to kill me ? Don’t laugh, im serious. Are trying to kill the shit out of me ?” I pants looking down, afraid that if I look up for too long I might puke.
“I can’t even breath anymore.” I state sitting down. Well actually more like dropping myself on the ground. My legs are not capable of holding me anymore.
“Don’t sit on the ground it’s dirty.” I hear Charles say as he’s already helping me up.
He put his arms around me and his lips to my ear “We’re good for today. You did not gave up, I’m proud of you" He compliment ms as we start walking back.
Before I know what im doing, my face broke into a big smile. “Im proud of you.”
“I don’t know how you do it.” I say in a giggle genuinely in disbelief. He laugh out, his hand flexing on my side.
“Force of habits i guess, but if it’s something you want to try, I could train you. I’ll be gentle I promise.
I look up, smiling tiredly at him. “We’re gonna see, I’ll think about it.”
Raphael was heading to work when we got home. Which means that he most likely won’t be home before at least 3pm.
I directly hoped in the shower. I’ve never felt so dirty in my entire life. Charles took Raphael’s bathroom so we could be as efficient as possible.
I got out first, so i started making some quick lunch. I bend down to get something from the frizzer when i hear the sound of Raphael door closing. I look up, just in time to catch a glance of Charles’ dripping muscular body. He’s only dressed in a white towel handing really low on his hips, low enough for me to see some hair stick out of the towel.
If i had no self respect i would be drooling right now.
I clear my throat and turn around, busying myself.
Charles came back in the kitchen. This time dressed. His hair are still kind of wet, but it’s gonna dry up pretty quickly anyways.
Imagine you wash your hair, it doesn’t even take you that much time, and then they dry alone and looking good. Life is unfair.
“What are we making ?” he ask smiling at me, waking me up of my daydreaming about pretty hair.
I show him the basilic in my hand “I was thinking making some pasta and homemade pesto. how does that sound ?”
He smile immediately making his way toward the cabinet to grab the pasta. “That sound perfect.”
So that’s what we did, it took us maybe 25 minutes, Charles cooked the pasta and i made the sauce.
He’s literally the worst sous chef i ever had, he’s so distracting and unserious. He spend his time joking around trying to tickle me. But ironically enough he is also so attentive and always asking if i need something.
Charles hand gaze my arm as he take the Parmesan on the wood board beside me. When i look up at him, I’m greeted with a shy smile before he quickly moves away.
Once he is done dressing the plate, he carry my plate to the dinning table. I tried to take it from him but he insisted.
He set the table when the pasta were cooking. And he even through of putting some extra cheese in a little bowl for me, knowing how much i like it.
He is pissing me off so much right now. He makes it super hard not to want him.
He takes a mouthful of pasta, his expression unreadable, before laughing out loud.
I giggle, “What’s up with you ?”
“Im so sorry. The pasta are still a bit uncocked” he let out. His shy smile back on his lips.
“Let’s see” I smile back and take a bite, surprised to find a slight crisp under my teeth.
l laugh, making Charles do the same “they are not al dente, they are croquante” he says, his shoulders deeping with how hard he’s laughing.
In reality, it wasn’t that bad and it was still really good.
We eat, while discussing about what our favorite types of music, artists and others stuff.
Since we got home, neither of us mentioned anything about the massage thingy. And I don’t want to be the one to bring it up. Plus, Im not hundred percent sure if it’s a good idea since you know…
We clean up everything, putting the extra food in a tupperware and doing the dishes. Not without Charles shaking his wet hands in my direction instead of drying them. He is a child.
“Are you ready for your massage appointment ?” he ask me with a grin already walking in direction of his room.
My eyes widen, thinking he had forgotten about that. I fasten my pace behind him “Oh Charles it’s ok really you don’t have too” i let out quickly.
He turns around shrugging me off “No, you run with me and you gave it all you could, you deserve it. Plus i promised.” He says opening his bedroom door.
“Stay here im going to go search for some towels” he let out before entering the bathroom next door. He comes back a second later with a big towel, a littler one and my bottle of body oil that was on the counter. “Is it ok if i use this ?” He ask, showing me the bottle.
“Sure” I say sending a smile his way. “Um, how are we going to do this exactly ?” I question looking around.
“Well i was thinking putting that right here…” He says installing the large towel flat on his bed.
"And I don’t know, I guess the easiest would be for you to put on a bathing suits and then put that," he show me the littler towel "on your bum so you have more coverage." he explained way too relaxed.
“I um, yeah im gonna go change.” I let him know quickly before exiting the room. What the fuck im i doing right now ?
I close my bedroom door and choose a swimsuit. One that is not too revealing but at the same time that show enough skin for him to be able to massage me comfortably. I make my way back to Charles’ room, feeling really little dressed. God this is so weird.
When i get in, Charles is sitting on the bed, his phone in hands. He looks up when he hears me. “You’re ready ?” He ask, getting up.
I nod, trying to play it cool, but in reality im pissing myself. I lay on my belly where the large towel is, and put the little one on my butt quickly.
Charles put some instrumental music on, before taking the oil bottle from the nightstand.
“Can i untie your top ? It will be easier to access if it’s off.”
“Um sure.” I say, trying to get comfortable and chase every inappropriate throughs going on and on in my head.
I feel his fingers gaze my skin and my top going lose. I breathe in, preparing myself for what’s to come.
His hands delicately starts to spread out the oil all around my back, getting really shy as he got closer to my lower back then quickly coming up.
It feels so good, but I almost want to laugh at how afraid he is to touch me. He’s brushing his fingertips against my skin as if i would crumble into pieces if he putted more forcefulness in his mouvements.
He starts gently massaging the skin around my spine with his thumbs, making some up and down mouvement, before putting his palms flat on my lower back and pushing them up with a little more energy.
I exhale out, not so quietly. It feels so relaxing i cannot.
He lets out a giggle “What ?” I ask, turning my face slightly on the bed so i can glance at him.
“Does it feels good ?” He whispers. I close my eyes readjusting my head on the mattress, and answer sleepily “So good.”
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