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Ensemble - Chapter Three: The First Time

Charles Leclerc X Reader

Summary: Your Arthur Leclercs best friend. So why, after a random night in London, are you falling for his brother?

Chapter One: The Start     Chapter Two: The Girl and The Gift

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and sex.

Word Count: 4.1k

Note: This chapter changes location a few times, marked with an ‘***’ so please look out! Thank you so much for all the kind messages about this fic, life has been so hectic at the moment so thank you all so much for being patient! If I have left you off the tag list please let me know, I tried to remember everyone! 

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Chapter Three: The First Time

Sharing such an intimate moment with Charles was always something that you associated with a lot of risk. After experiencing what can only be described as ‘a few kisses’ with someone within your friendship group from home a few years back, you had made a firm decision that sneaking around and lying to those around you wasn’t a good idea. Sure, it was fun but ultimately it wasn’t worth the stress or drama, especially when you knew it was going nowhere. However, the current situation presenting itself to you was different. It was Charles. The kiss was something that you’d anticipated for so long, yet it still managed to defy your expectations.

As it would be to anyone, you found the intimate part of a relationship very important. If there were no instant feelings when your lips connected you almost considered it pointless to continue, because if they weren’t there immediately at one of the most exciting parts then when would they be? There was no denying you had a connection with Charles, it was obvious growing up, it was obvious during the kiss and it was even more obvious as you found yourself once more tangled in his sheets. This time rather than leaving a gap, you were both doing everything you could to make sure there was no room between you. You’d only popped to his room to say goodbye, you were both leaving Mykonos in the morning.

Knocking on his door and entering after a quiet ‘come in', you were greeted with him trying to ram everything into a suitcase. He looked surprisingly calm considering the number of things getting in the way of the zipper, surrounded by discarded items he’d pulled out to try and make room. Despite there only being one moment you’d shared alone this holiday something had changed between the two of you. Knowing that there were feelings there, you both seemed more relaxed in one another's presence. So when a soft smile made its way onto his face at the sight of you, you couldn’t help but embrace him in a hug.

As you wrapped your arms around him Charles could feel this was different to your normal hugs. He didn’t think there were many different types of hugs, but this one was new for the both of you. You were holding him tighter, like you didn't want him to leave. Rather than refraining from inhaling his scent as you usually did so (or did at least discreetly) you breathed in deeply and let yourself savour the moment. It was your hands toying with his hair that was driving him crazy, it hadn’t been cut in a while and your fingers started to tangle themselves within the small curls that were starting to form.

“I came to say bye.” Despite saying it with a smile, you didn’t sound overjoyed. You’d had an incredible holiday and didn’t really want it to end. “I don’t really want to go”.

“Neither do I.” He chuckled slightly at your comment. Who would ever want to leave paradise? Especially when he knew you’d be back in the rainy UK while they all continued to travel the world. For him, driving was an escape. He loved nothing more the flying around the race track. However there were times, like anyone with a job, when work got stressful. Team expectations were always high and understandingly so. The battle for third in the constructors was well under way and pressure was increasing each race.

You looked up at him, chin resting against his chest. The moment felt natural, there was no awkward silence, no awkward feelings. You pressed your lips against his and he began to realise that for him, you felt like an escape. You'd known him forever so had a good idea of what he'd been through, if he hadn't mentioned anything before he was sure Arthur would've. You were familiar, yet so new and exciting. He didn't feel anxious about questioning your intention, he knew how mature you were and that whatever was going on between the two of you would be dealt with responsibly. He trusted you, however he couldn't tell you this yet. He didn't want to scare you off before anything had even begun. So he decided he wanted to show you.

He deepened the kiss and you happily obliged, there was no way no earth you were going to stop him. You ran your hands down his back before sliding them under his shirt sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't quite believe what was happening.

You tugged at his shirt, signalling for  him to break the kiss to allow you to pull it over his head.  Quickly taking the hint he pulled away for a split second, giving you just enough time to throw it on the floor with what seemed to be the rest of his wardrobe. The following kiss was full of hunger. It didn't take long for him to begin pushing you towards the bed. It was neatly made which you found surprising. He didn’t strike you as the type of person who made time for that but you liked it, it was always something you seemed to forget to do, especially during early mornings when you were running late. 

He began to remove your shirt, pausing to look up at you when he realised you had nothing on under it. That's what you liked about Charles, he was respectful and a gentlemen, yet as soon and you gave him a small smile and nod to continue, his eyes changed from soft to determined. It was a look you had seen often when he has his helmet on and visor flipped up, images of him plastered on Instagram over race weekends, but you'd never seen it like this. No helmet, no one around to pretend for. 

You weren't an overly shy person, confidence was something you managed to radiate wherever you went, no matter how you were feeling inside. It wasn't a façade as such, just something you'd always used as a coping mechanism. You didn't want people to mistake your vulnerability as a weakness, so you never showed it.

***

He could recall the last time he'd seen so vulnerable, it wasn't something that happened often. It was after your bad break up when he'd walked into what he expected to be an empty room in Abu Dhabi at the end of the 2019 season. He'd left the F1 party madness in search of a few minutes alone with himself, a chance to catch his breath after a hectic f1 season, his first win and under the saddest circumstances. He'd predicted the small room at the end of the dark corridor would have some type of catering stuff in and he was right, but it also had you, in floods of tears, sitting on the table surrounded by expensive champagne and overpriced wine.

You'd wiped your tears as soon as you saw him, your instant reaction to pretend that everything was fine and continue as normal, but Charles wasn't stupid. Arthur had been keeping him in the loop although he didn't know too much himself. In spite of your ex boyfriend knowing and getting along with all your friends, you kept most of your relationship private. The break up was messy and quite abrupt and to be quite honest, you were ashamed that you went back to him a few months later, believing his lies that he was ready now and things would be different, only for him to do exactly the same thing again. You kept the details on the down low largely because you were embarrassed and didn't want those outside your friendship group to even have the chance of finding out. Charles gave you a small smile as he entered the room but it wasn't enough to cover the look of concern on his face. You knew he was very close to his brother and that it was likely he'd been told that you'd been broken up with.

"He told me that he doesn't love me anymore." You barely got the words out before a sob escaped your lips.  Charles almost ran across the room when he saw the tears you'd so desperately tried to hold back run down your already soaked cheeks. The sleeves of your dress were drenched, your attempt to use them once more to dry your eyes was pointless. He noticed and quickly pulled the handkerchief out of his suit pocket, drying them himself. You gave him a weak smile, a laugh leaving your lips as he tried to keep up with their rate of flow.

"You know he's stupid right. You deserve better than that." 

"So everyone's been telling me." You laughed at yourself more than anything. You knew you deserved better, but that didn't make you love him any less. 

"Have you spoken to him?" Charles didn't want to seem nosey but he did want to help.

"No, not for a few days. He keeps messaging me, telling me he's changed his mind and made a mistake but I can't go back, not again." He didn't probe any further as a comfortable silence dell over the two of you. He watched you deep in thought, unbeknown to him the past few years was playing in your mind over and over, like it had been recorded and someone was forcing you to watch it on fast forward.

"I'm not crying because I want him back." You were staring at a painting on the wall. It was of a scene near a beach and had 8 little people sat on the sand. It was random, you weren't sure why it was hanging in the wall of a storage room, but it was distracting you somewhat and for that you were thankful someone had chosen to hang it there. 

Charles was still looking at you. He'd never seen someone look so broken, so upset, yet still try and seem so strong.

"I wouldn't judge you either way"

"You say that but you would. Anyone in their right mind you agree that it wouldn't be the best idea" He admired your attempt to lighten the mood, your sense of humour overpowering your sadness.

"I'm upset because I'm scared." He wasn't expecting that. "I'm scared because I've lost the one person I thought I'd be with forever and I know that's laughable because I'm not even 20 and I have so much of my life to live and people to meet, but what if I never fall in love again?"

Your question was rhetorical. You didn't expect an answer to such a deep idea which is why when Charles let out an 'ummmmm' as though he was searching for an explanation you cut him off. Your eyes left the painting and you looked back at him.

"I've not told anyone that," you shook your head as you spoke as though it would erase the thought. "Anyway that's enough about that I'll get over it." You didn't know if you would, but you at least wanted to believe you could. "What brings you into this luxurious room?"

Your voice dripped with sarcasm as you both looked around the walls. The wallpaper was hanging off in most places. You'd put money on it being held up by the shelves alone. The table you were now both sat on was covered in empty cardboard boxes and the lack of a window made the room smell a bit damp, which you weren't sure was possible but after taking a glimpse at the alcohol covered carpet you weren't going to question it.

"I just needed a second to, you know," He gestured into the air with his hands before looking at you. "Breathe." You did know.

"You've had one hell of a season." He nodded his head in agreement. Anthoine's accident had been hard for everyone to deal with, especially the Leclerc brothers. "I can't believe I've just sat here and moaned to you about a boy." You felt guilty, you'd experienced Arthur dealing with grief first hand and if Charles was anything like him (which he was) he'd be struggling too.

"It's fine," Charles insisted. "It took my mind off it all for a second."

"How've you been?" You were aware it was a bit of a stupid, generic question but wanted him to know you cared.

"Errrr better more recently, Pierre's still not great though."

"I can't even begin to imagine what it's like," You swallowed thickly. Every time the boys got into their cars you blocked all bad thoughts out of your head, they were good drivers and after all, they were just at 'work', but every time a yellow or red flag was waved your heart would skip a beat and you could barely bring yourself to look at the screen. 

"Yeah well fortunately it doesn't happen often anymore." He was right. "It's just unfortunate when it rarely does." He looked up at you and noticed that your tears had dried, his handkerchief still wrapped tightly in your hand. "Shall we head back in?" You nodded you head at his question and hopped off the table.

"Is it okay if I keep this for the night? I'll give it back to you once I've washed it, I don't think you'd appreciate it in its current state. I'm pretty sure its covered in my snot too." He laughed at your confession. 

"You can keep it." He smiled. You did keep it, it was at home, neatly folded on one of your drawers. You were determined to give it back to him at some point.

***

As Charles looked at you he realised that this was a different type of vulnerability. He wanted to be the only one to see you this way. It became incomprehensible to him that someone could see you like this and not appreciate it with every fibre of their being. You were never one to find your breasts particularly great, especially laying down. Your instant reaction was to use your arms to cover them slightly. 

He gently kissed down your neck, lightly grabbing your hands in his own to move your arms out his view. Charles was a superstar, he was famous and also incredibly beautiful, you'd expected to feel self conscious in front of him but his words were all it took for that to go away.

"You're beautiful mon ange" his voice was lower than usual, his accent thicker. You trusted Charles completely and allowed him to place your wrists above your head. He held them down with one hand whilst his other hand rested on your waist. His kisses trailed further down your neck until he reached your breasts. He placed a gentle kiss to one of your nipples, a moaning leaving your lips the Charles' second his tongue flicked over it. Your head rolled back as you did so, eyes only opening when he removed the connection. You frowned at him, a satisfied smirk on his face.

"I didn't think I'd find your sweet spot so quickly mon cherie!" You rolled your eyes at his comment, a smile creeping its way onto your face.

"Yeah well that's just one of them, and probably the easiest to find."

"I'll have to keep searching then." He'd barely finished his sentence before his lips rejoined yours. It wasn't long before you were both completely naked on top of his sheets, Charles still on top, teasing your entrance with his hard on.

"Please Charles."

"Pardon?" He heard you perfectly fine but was enjoying teasing you. You lifted your head up to look at him more directly.

"Please Charles, I really need you." That's all he wanted to hear. That's all he needed to hear. Within seconds he was inside you, wasting no more time. He'd been dying to do this ever since London and couldn't help but think about all the time they'd wasted.

"Oh my god, you feel so good." His words were followed by a string of moans which were like music to your ears as he continued to thrust into you. As his name fell from your lips you watched his eyes lit up. His pace quickened shortly after making you see stars.

"Ah, yes baby like that." He wasn't sure where the nickname had come from but it encouraged him none the less. It wasn't long before you both finished, him falling beside you. You laid in silence for a while, the thin layer of sweat that had formed had disappeared a bit making the cuddle you were having a bit more comfortable.

"This is nice." You admitted. This wasn't something the two of you had done before, let alone naked.

"So was that." You giggled slightly when you realised what he was referring to. "Yeah, that was nice too.”

"Can you stay the night with me?" The forwardness of his question was a surprise to you considering the villa was full of your friends who were unaware that the two of you had something going on.

"Definitely." It was unlikely that anyone was going to catch you now, it was past 2 in the morning and your flight was early anyway. "I do feel bad though, not telling Arthur."

"I can understand that, maybe we should speak to him soon. I want to take you out properly first though."

"Oooooo a date, how exciting!" 

"I have a couple of plans in mind." That made you smile. No one had ever put any real effort into a date for you before. It was always you coming up with the ideas.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" Your curiosity was at an all time high. Where did Charles Leclerc want to take you?

"You'll have to wait and see." He placed a kiss on your forehead as you both shifted to get under the covers. 

"I'll look forward to it!" That night, you fell asleep in Charles' arms and took in every second of it. You were sure you were awake way past him, his light snoring added to the list of things you found extremely cute about him.

***

The plane ride from London to Belgium was short, yet long enough for you to over think all the possible outcomes from this weekend. You wanted to know Charles’ intentions but didn’t want to ask. It was too early onto give anything a label and that wasn’t what you wanted, at least not right at this moment, but you didn’t want to lead each other on and take it too far in the spur of the moment and it amount into nothing but awkward family holidays and uncomfortable encounters with each other’s future partners. Of course, you were thinking way too far into the future and you knew that, you knew you should be enjoying life moment by moment, but you also knew you were playing a risky game.

The thoughts heavily clouding you brain vanished the second you spotted Charles. Arthur had invited you to Spa long before Charles had. Perhaps that was why you felt so guilty for paying more attention to the formula one driver sat in front of you then the formula three driver sat beside you sharing a story with the rest of the table. Luckily, it was a tale of an adventure the two of you experienced a few summers back so you could easily zone in and out.

The communication between you and Charles had been minimal since Mykonos. It had been a little over a week and all you'd shared were a few text conversations, a few Instagram messages and a parcel. You'd arrived home from Mykonos to yet another gift from Charles however rather than resting on your wrist as his previous one did so nicely, this one was hugging your figure beneath the casual dress you'd thrown on for dinner.

Charles' name was nowhere to be found on the parcel. It was obvious the lingerie set was from him, it was ferrari red and accompanied with a note reading 'See you in Spa x'. You still compared the handwriting to his previous note, butterflies flooding your stomach when they matched.

After his teasing, you'd decided it was your turn and how better to start it by wearing it beneath your dress to dinner surrounded by a bunch of his friends and family. You'd sat directly opposite him when you arrived at the hotels dining hall, despite not having a great qualifying session he seemed to be in a good mood.

The waiter began handing out what must've been the eighth round of drinks, everyone choosing soft over alcoholic not wanting to drink in front of the drivers who would have to put off alcohol until after tomorrow's race. As everyone focused on getting their correct drink, you let your foot collide with Charles' knee beneath the table, the looks the two of you exchanged going unnoticed.

Of course your touch immediately gained his attention, you could feel his eyes burning into the side of your head as you remained focused on the waiter as he called out your drink. You raised your hand in the air, letting the shoulder of your dress fall slightly, revealing the thin piece of fabric. As soon as you had your drink in hand you leaned back into your chair and covered your shoulder, looking up at Charles.

He knew you were teasing him, you wore your smug smile with pride. He'd half expected you to just bring the set with you and maybe wear it to the race if you felt like it, maybe even the date he'd planned for Sunday night but he should've known better after you'd begged him to touch you just a week prior. You couldn't help but notice how quiet he'd become, the chats he'd had throughout dinner had faded and it was clear he only had one thing on his mind.

"I'm just going to the toilet." You announced to the table although it was mainly for Charles' benefit, his hand had been gripping your thigh for most of the night. You'd barely made it out of sight from the others before Charles had caught you up and pulled you into what you only could assume was a laundry room, the smell of fresh linen overwhelming your senses.

"You seem to be having fun teasing me mon ange" Charles had you against a wall, your head in between his palms that were pressed firmly against the wall either side of you.

"I thought it would be more difficult Charles." The smirk on your face only grew as his eyes fell to your lips. It wasn't long before they were met with his, your hand instinctively reaching for the back of his head to bring him as close as you could. You could've kissed him all day, saddened when he pulled away so quickly.

"What do you expect when you're wearing this set in front of everyo-," He cut his sentence short as he ran his hand up your skirt. Your smirk returned as his eyes widened. "Oh my god."

"What?" you asked innocently. Charles tilted his head, a look on his face that said 'really?' to which you giggled slightly. He reached into his pocket and handed you one of his two room keys.

"We've just ordered dessert Charles." He rolled his eyes at your comment. "I'm afraid you should've thought about that before deciding to not wear panties to dinner."

"I've been okay so far," You picked the room key from his hand and slid it up your sleeve. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got ice cream on its way." He regretfully let you walk past him with ease, both of you knowing that you had him at your mercy. When he re-joined the table you noticed how his hand didn't relocate itself on your thigh so instead you ran your foot up and down the inside of his leg, earning a glare each time you did so. He could see you revelling in his desperateness, each time he'd send a glare your way it would be met with you circling your ice cream with your tongue teasingly slowly. Before you'd even got to the cone Charles pushed himself up from the table, scrapping his chair back as he did so.

"Upstairs. Now." With only a few people left at the table the discarded ice cream went unnoticed.

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