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pickingupmymercedes · 6 months ago

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Warm enough - Lewis Hamilton NSFW

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

warnings: unprotected sexual activities.

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wordcount: +3K

a/n: The first draft to this sfw blurb, only this is 3k of pure smut.

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The sun had just started to set when Lewis and Y/n arrived at the tiny cabin nestled in the heart of the Colorado forest.

The hike up there had been a rather long but peaceful afternoon, just the sounds of nature and their occasional laughter as they went through the paths.

They were greeted by the rustic charm of the wooden structure. It was small, really small, but cozy and exactly what they needed for their night away from the relentless scrutiny of their daily lives.

Lewis carried their backpacks inside while Y/n stood in the doorway, taking in the simplicity of their temporary home. The interior was open, with no walls, whatsoever, separating the different spaces. Kitchen, living area, and bedroom all flowed into one another, and in a corner, a showerhead jutted out from the wall, pointing what was supposed to be the bathroom.

Y/n's eyes widened as she took in the lack of privacy. "Lewis" she called out, her voice tinged with a mix of amusement and annoyance "did you know there were no doors in this place?"

Lewis, setting their bags down near the sofa, turned to her with a sheepish grin. "I might have known" he admitted with a smirk, scratching the back of his head. "I thought it could be romantic? "

Y/n sighed, shaking her head. "Yeah…except if we want to, the idea of getting cold for a few droplets of water isn't exactly the most appealing."

Lewis came closer to Y/n and pulled her by the waits, his eyes litting up as he gazed at her amused features. "Why don't we light up the fireplace? It'll warm up the whole place, and then we can shower without freezing."

Y/n shook her head and chuckled at him. "You had this planned all along, didn’t you?!" to which he gave her a peck on the lips before heading to the stack of logs on the corner.

Within minutes, Lewis had a fire crackling in the stone hearth, the warmth slowly spreading throughout the room. The glow from the flames casting a soft, amber light, giving the place a real fairytale atmosphere.

Y/n stood near the shower, testing the water with her hand. "It’s warm enough" she mocked as she turned to face Lewis, who was now sitting on the worn leather sofa, his eyes following her every move.

She began to undress, closing her eyes and knowing full well the soft light from the fire highlighted the curves of her body. Her every move casting long shadow to the walls.

She stripped down to her sports bra and panties, feeling the warmth of the room against her skin. When she looked up and glanced over at Lewis his eyes were dark with desire, a telltale tent in his pants.

A playful smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. "Enjoying the view, baby?" she teased, slowly walking towards him.

Lewis swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving her. "You have no idea" he replied, his voice a low growl.

Y/n stopped just by his opened legs, her presence commanding his stare.

Lewis's hand instinctively found the curves of her body, his fingers tracing the lines of her hips. She cradled his face in her hands and leaned down to kiss him, their lips meeting slowly, his tongue asking for permission.

As the kiss deepened, Lewis's hands roamed over her body, finding her bum and squeezing gently before attaching his finger to the strings of her lingerie and pulling it down.

Y/n broke the kiss, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Someone's getting handsy" she murmured, stepping out of fabric pooled at her feet.

Lewis chuckled, his eyes filled with heat. "Can't help it" he said, his voice husky.

Y/n knelt down in front of him, her fingers teasing the skin of his abs and the fabric of his pants. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I could get you off through these" she joked, "but I'm pretty sure you didn’t bring anymore pants"

Lewis laughed, the sound deep and rich, but still lifted his hips to remove his pants and boxers in one swift motion. His semi-hard length springing free, hitting his abs.

Y/n's breath hitched at the sight, the engorged tip, the bulging veins, the girth on its length, how it twitched when she breathed near the skin and how his balls hanged just enough to make it deliciously desirable. The scene always had the same effect on her.

She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "Ready, big guy?" she murmured, her hands moving to grasp his length gently. She stroked him slowly, her fingers dancing along his skin as he murmured his response with a nod.

Lewis groaned, his head falling back against the sofa. The sensation of her touch making him barely strong enough to contain himself. Y/n’s touch teasing and almost not enough.

She took her time, enjoying the way his body responded to her.

"Y/n" Lewis breathed; his voice strained with need. "Babe, please..."

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire and mischief. "Please what?" she teased, her fingers still moving in slow, deliberate strokes that would go from the base to the tip of his length, her hands not closing around his girth now he was fully hard.

One of Lewis's hands clenched at her arm, his body almost trembling. "Please, don't tease" he begged, his voice barely a whisper.

Y/n's smile widened, and she leaned in, her lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his tip. "As you wish" she murmured, taking him into her mouth.

The heat of her mouth was almost too much to bear, and Lewis's hands found their way to her hair, his fingers tangling to find her roots. He guided her movements, his body shuddering the stroke of her tongue and the gentle suction of her lips.

Y/n moved slowly, each motion deliberately thought to drive him wild.

She took him deeper, her mouth working him with a rhythm that made him whimper. Lewis's moans filled the cabin, mingling with the crackling of the fire and the soft sounds of the forest outside.

He was close, so close, and he could feel the tension building in his body. "Babe" he gasped; his tone almost desperate. "I'm going to..."

She pulled back slightly, her hand replacing her mouth as she speeded the strokes. "Let go, Lew" she whispered, batting her eyelids as she looked up at him trying to regain a bit of control.

With a final, shuddering breath, Lewis's body tensed, and he spilled over her hand, his release overwhelming. Y/n continued her movements, milking every last drop from his body as he trembled beneath her touch.

When he finally looked back down, his eyes were filled with a soft longing. "What the hell do I do with you?!" he murmured; his voice hoarse.

Y/n smiled up at him, her hand gently massaging his balls now. "Anything you want" she replied, her tone playful. As she pulled away, her hand glistening from him, she gave him a playful wink. "I think it's time for that shower now" she said, glancing towards the open showerhead in the corner.

Lewis reached out, his strong hands wrapping around her waist to pull her back to him. His voice dropped to a husky whisper, "Not quite yet, miss. We still need to get that pussy wet before cleaning it up."

Before she could protest, Lewis lifted her effortlessly and carried her to the bed, the old springs creaking under their combined weight. He had laid her down gently, his eyes dark as he positioned himself between her legs.

Lewis took his time, his hands caressing her thighs before spreading them wide. "You're so beautiful" he murmured; his voice thick with emotion. "I can't get enough of you."

Y/n responded with a soft moan, her back arching slightly as his mouth descended on her leaving a trail of wet kisses behind.

The first touch of his tongue against her folds made her tremble. Lewis's hands gripped her thighs, holding her in place as he expertly teased her further.

"God, that feels so good." she gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked at her most sensitive spots.

Lewis hummed in response, the vibrations adding a sensation that had her writhing beneath him. He alternated between gentle licks and firmer sucks, his tongue dancing over her clit in circular moves. Y/n's moans grew louder, her hips bucking against his face.

"Please" she begged, her voice trembling with need. "Don't stop, Lewis."

He smirked as he kept his mouth working her relentlessly, his fingers finally joining in to tease her entrance. With a final suck on her clit, Y/n's body tensed and she cried out, her first orgasm washing over her as Lewis tried to hold her body in place.

Lewis soothed her skin with kisses on her inner thigh, and when she laid back down with a sigh, he began kissing his way back up her body, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "Ready, babe?" he asked, his voice low and filled with promise.

Y/n nodded; her eyes glazed with lust. "Yeah" she breathed, still trying to process the weight of his dick resting on her thighs.

Lewis positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock nudging against her wetness. "Look at me," he commanded softly. Y/n's eyes locked onto his, the feather like touch of his finger to her cheek electric.

With a slow, but determined thrust Lewis ripped her, filling her completely. They both groaned, their bodies reacting to a dance they knew all too well. He paused for a moment, savoring the feeling of being inside her, before pulling back and thrusting in again, a bit faster this time, picking up speed as he adjusted his pace.

"You feel amazing" Lewis groaned, his hands gripping her hips as he held his rhythm. "So tight, so perfect."

Y/n's nails dug into his back, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him deeper. "Right there" she gasped, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation as he angled his thrusts so he knew he had her writhing. "Lew…don't stop."

He didn't. His thrusts grew more powerful, each one hitting a different spot to drive her wild. The sound of their bodies coming together filled the cabin, building on the symphony of their moans and the crackling of the fire.

Lewis leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss as he continued to pound into her. "You drive me crazy, love" he murmured against her mouth.

"Yeah?! Then, show me" Y/n teased back, her voice a breathless whisper as he locked his eyes on hers, his arms coming to either of her sides to help him balance himself as he picked up speed and concentrated his thrust to an angle that always drove her wild.

Lewis's hands roamed over her body, his touch both possessive and tender. He could feel her tightening around him, her moans becoming more urgent, each thrust pushing Y/n closer to her second orgasm.

"That's it, baby" Lewis encouraged, his own voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. "Come for me."

Even if his pounding didn’t stop, Y/n's body convulsed around him, her walls fluttering and her high ripping through her with even more intensity than the first time. She cried out his name in his ears, her nails raking down his back as he held her tight to allow him to prolong the orgasm with his thrusts.

"One more," he growled, his eyes locked on hers when she could finally focus back on his face, inches from her "Give me one more, baby." He kept thrusting; his pace relentless as he chased his own release.

Y/n could barely think at this point, her nods the only coherent things coming from her. Her body was on fire, her hands gripping his shoulders as she braced herself for the lasts, and often harder, of his movements.

Lewis's thrusts became frenzied, his breathing ragged as he pushed them both to the brink. "Y/n..." he groaned, his voice breaking as he tried to retain some control over his angles.

With a swift motion, Lewis pulled out and repositioned himself, gently turning her onto her side, closing her legs while lifting one just enough to give him better access as he aligned himself behind her.

The new angle made her gasp as he entered her again, his thrusts way deeper now.

"Better like this?" he asked, his voice a low growl in her ear.

"Yeah" she breathed, her body contorting on the bed. "Just like that."

Lewis's hands gripped her hips, his thrusts steady as he drove into her. Y/n's moans grew louder with each thrust. She could feel another orgasm building, her control over her body already faltering away.

"This pussy is so perfect for me" Lewis groaned, his lips brushing against her ear.

"Lew" she whimpered, her hands gripping the sheets as she felt herself nearing the edge again.

"I want to feel you again." he whispered; his voice filled with urgency.

Y/n's body tensed but this time she couldn’t even let out a sound, her third orgasm hitting her so much stronger than the last two. This time Lewis stopped and held still, really feeling her walls gripping him harder than they’d normally do. He watched her, mesmerized by the sight of her coming undone beneath him, not even able to moan.

She eventually reached for Lewis's hand, her fingers intertwining with his, eyes still shut tight as she pulled him closer and begged "Fill me" her voice a blend of urgency and tenderness.

He repositioned both of them again, standing up fully beside the bed and pulling her with him. The new position allowing him to control better his thrusts, hammering into her in slow and powerful movements.

Her body was completely open and vulnerable to him. Her moans mingled with the sound of his breathing faltering. She could feel him getting closer, his grip on her hips tightening as he neared his release.

"Hey" she urged him to look at her, her hands gripping at his on her waist for support. "Don’t hold back. Let it go"

After a couple angled thrusts, that had her fight for air, Lewis let out a guttural groan, his release crashing over him as he spilled inside her. He held her tightly, their bodies trembling together as kept slowly pumping into her for a few more seconds.

When the last tremors of his orgasm subsided, he collapsed onto her body. Lewis pressed a gentle kiss to Y/n's forehead, his arms wrapping around her in a protective embrace. "I love you" he whispered; his voice filled with sincerity.

"I love you " Y/n replied, her voice soft as she lovingly held his stare before he laid his head on her chest and she circled his scalp with the tip of her nails.

After a few moments, Lewis looked back up at her, a tired but satisfied smile. "I think now we can have that shower."

Y/n chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, it’s definitely warm enough now"

As they dried off and wrapped themselves in their soft sweats, they settled back on the sofa, the fire still providing a gentle glow, although not nearly as strong as before. Y/N, nestled against Lewis’s chest let out a contented sigh.

Forty-eight hours of no phones, no internet, no outside world distractions – it had been a strange, yet surprisingly liberating, experience so far.

"Can you believe it?" she said, her voice barely a whisper. "It feels like an eternity since we've had time like this."

Lewis, his chin resting on her head, chuckled softly. "Agreed. Just… us."

Y/N hummed in agreement, shifting slightly to get a better view of the dying flames. "Although I wish I had my phone to get a picture of that elk herd, did you notice? And that waterfall we stumbled upon? It was like something out of a painting."

She launched into a detailed description of their day's hike, pointing out landmarks on the mental map she'd constructed in her head. Lewis listened patiently, a smile playing on his lips.

She’d always get talkative after sex. Her pillow talks some of his favorites moments.

He knew most of the details already – they'd spent the entire day together, after all – but it was the way her eyes lit up while she recounted the adventure that captivated him that night.

As she spoke, Lewis noticed her hands tucked away under her arms, a telltale sign she was starting to feel cold. He reached out, intertwining their fingers without saying a thing.

Suddenly, an ear-splitting hoot shattered the peaceful silence. Y/N flinched, her eyes widening comically.

"Can you hear the owls?" she whispered; her voice tinged with a hint of fear.

Lewis chuckled again, the sound warm and reassuring. "Yeah, but I'm more interested in the sound of your voice" he teased, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

His words sent a blush creeping up Y/N's cheeks. She opened her mouth to retort, but a loud, guttural hoot from outside the cabin cut her off. Y/N flinched, a startled squeak escaping her lips.

Lewis chuckled again, the sound warm and reassuring. "Scared you there, did it?"

Y/N covered her face with her free hand, a sheepish grin peeking through. "A bit. That… that sounded like a pterodactyl!"

Lewis reached out and pulled her hand away from her face, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Pterodactyls? Really, Y/N?"

She shrugged, a playful smile on her lips. "Hey, I don't know what they sound like!"

He pulled her body closer, his warmth embracing her. "It's okay," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead. "They're just owls. They're more interested in catching mice than snacking on hikers."

Y/N sighed contentedly, her eyelids growing heavy the warmer she got.

As her voice trailed off into a comfortable silence, Lewis noticed her breathing slow and even. He looked down to see her fast asleep, her head resting peacefully on his chest. Without a second thought, he tucked both her hands and his into her sweater, enveloping them in warmth.

Lewis couldn't help but smile as he marveled at how quickly she'd adapted to the digital detox he had suggested merely a month prior. Her voice replacing the endless stream of notifications that usually dominated their lives.

He traced a gentle finger along her cheek, enjoying the soft texture of her skin as he took in the moment. Her figure completely at ease as she used him as her personal pillow and warmer, the fireplace to their cabin a reminder they didn’t need much when they got each other.

"See" he whispered, more to himself than to her. "Told you we’d have a good time up here."

He leaned in, his lips brushing the top of her head. "Thank you," he whispered, the words meant for both the owls and the woman who had stolen his heart. They weren't just words of gratitude for the weekend though; they were a heartfelt confession for the way she grounded him, for the way she brought a sense of serenity into his otherwise chaotic world.

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goldsainz · 1 month ago

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# CS55 — UN BRINDIS POR LA NAVIDAD !

MASTERLIST !

SERIES MASTERLIST !

001. SUMMARY !

✯ carlos surprises you with a romantic christmas getaway to a family friend’s vineyard.

002. WARNINGS !

✯ drinking (kinda). mainly just fluff.

003. NOTE !

✯ and so it begins! i’m actually so excited for this and i hope you guys are too, i plan to be consistent with this so pls appreciate my commitment. i don’t plan for these to be long, for there to be second parts, just some cute christmas fluff and that’s it.

word count : 2,1k

The winter sun cast a golden glow over the vineyard on the outskirts of Madrid, the crisp air carrying the faint scent of pine and ripe grapes lingering from the last harvest. Carlos had been unusually secretive for weeks, dropping hints about a surprise. Now, as you stood at the entrance of a sprawling estate surrounded by rows of leafless vines dusted with frost, you realized just how much thought he’d put into this moment.

“Welcome to the vineyard,” he said, grinning as he opened the car door for you. His excitement was contagious, and you couldn’t help but mirror his smile.

A warm greeting from one of the Sainz family’s longtime friends set the start of your holiday getaway. The gentleman, a jovial man with an easy smile and a thick Castilian accent, waved you both in like family. “Ah, Carlos, it’s been far too long! And you,” he said, turning to you, “must be the reason he’s been glowing lately.”

Carlos blushed but didn’t deny it, instead taking your hand and squeezing it. “Come on, I want to show you everything,” he said, his excitement bubbling over.

The estate felt like stepping into a postcard of rustic elegance. The old stone bodega stood proudly at the center, its weathered façade draped with ivy and adorned with hand-carved wooden doors. Inside, the smell of aged oak barrels and fermenting wine filled the air. Barrels were stacked floor-to-ceiling, their dark wood polished smooth with time. Carlos ran his hand over one, explaining how his family had often come here to learn about the winemaking process.

“You can tell a lot about a vineyard by its barrels,” he said, his voice taking on an almost reverent tone. “Each one has a story.”

Next, you moved to the tasting room, a cozy sanctuary with a roaring fireplace and walls lined with bottles of wine. Soft Spanish guitar music played in the background, blending seamlessly with the crackle of the fire. Carlos’s friend poured samples of the vineyard’s best offerings—crisp whites, bold reds, and a rosé that tasted like summer in a glass.

Carlos, ever the storyteller, was in his element. “I was probably seven the first time I came here,” he said, swirling a deep crimson wine in his glass. “I remember running through the vines, thinking they went on forever.”

He paused, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. “And once, my nonna caught me trying to sneak a sip of wine. She didn’t yell—she just poured me the tiniest drop into a glass and said, ‘Taste it properly or not at all.’” He laughed at the memory, his eyes crinkling in the way that always made your heart skip a beat.

As the hours passed, you found yourself utterly immersed in the world of the vineyard. The family friend led you both through the cellar, and out to a terrace overlooking the countryside. The panoramic view was breathtaking: rows of vines fading into the horizon, hills dusted with snow, and the soft winter sun casting long shadows over the land.

Carlos stood close beside you, his arm brushing against yours as he pointed out landmarks from his childhood. “See that little chapel on the hill? We used to race to the top. I always lost,” he admitted, laughing.

“Hard to imagine you losing a race,” you teased, earning a playful nudge.

The magic of the place wasn’t just in its beauty but in the way Carlos brought it to life with his stories. He wasn’t just showing you the vineyard; he was sharing a part of himself. The way he spoke about his childhood, his family, and the land made you see him in a new light—more grounded, more tender, and impossibly more captivating.

“Do you know what makes this place even better in winter?” Carlos asked, his voice teasing yet warm as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long golden shadows across the vineyard.

“What’s that?” You replied, curiosity lighting up your face.

“Rosquillas de vino,” he announced, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Wine donuts?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Not just wine donuts,” he corrected, grinning. “The best wine donuts you’ll ever taste. And today, I’m going to teach you how to make them.”

Before you could protest—though you had no intention of doing so—he took your hand and led you into a charming little kitchen tucked away in the bodega. The space was as inviting as the rest of the estate, with wooden beams overhead, copper pots hanging from the walls, and a large farmhouse table set with everything you’d need: flour, sugar, olive oil, and, naturally, a bottle of the vineyard’s finest wine.

Carlos wasted no time, rolling up his sleeves with the confidence of someone who had done this a hundred times before. “Right,” he said, clapping his hands together. “First, we mix the dry ingredients.”

You tried to follow his instructions, but it quickly became apparent that Carlos was in his element. His hands moved deftly, measuring and mixing with practiced ease. Meanwhile, you struggled to keep up, spilling flour on the table and accidentally adding too much sugar to your bowl.

“Hey, it’s not a competition,” Carlos teased, nudging you with his elbow as he began to knead the dough.

“Good thing,” you shot back, laughing. “You’d win by a mile.”

The banter continued as you both worked side by side. Carlos’ dough seemed to come together effortlessly, forming smooth, perfect rings that he laid neatly on a tray. Yours, on the other hand, looked more like abstract art.

He glanced over and tried to stifle a laugh. “Are you sure you’ve never done this before? Because these… are unique.”

You rolled your eyes, playfully swiping a handful of flour and tossing it at him. It landed squarely on his shoulder, leaving a white streak on his dark sweater.

“Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be?” he said, raising an eyebrow and scooping up his own handful of flour.

Before you could react, he dusted it lightly over your hair. You gasped in mock outrage, grabbing another handful, and within moments, a full-blown flour war broke out. Laughter echoed through the kitchen as flour flew in every direction, covering both of you in a fine white powder.

“You’re doing this on purpose!” you accused, giggling as he reached over and smudged a streak of flour across your cheek.

“Maybe,” he admitted, grinning. “But look how cute you are with flour on your face.”

Despite the chaos, the rosquillas made it into the oven. As they baked, filling the kitchen with a warm, sweet aroma, you both took a moment to catch your breath. The table was a disaster zone, and your clothes were beyond saving, but none of it mattered.

Carlos leaned against the counter, his hair dusted with flour and his smile softer now. “See? Told you this would make the place even better.”

You shook your head, still laughing as you brushed a bit of flour off his sleeve. “I don’t know if it’s the donuts or you, but I think you might be right.”

When the sweet treats were finally done, you pulled them out of the oven together, their golden edges glistening with a light dusting of sugar. Carlos took one, broke it in half, and handed you a piece.

“Moment of truth,” he said, watching as you took a bite.

The donut was warm, tender, and subtly sweet with the faintest hint of wine. It was perfect.

“You’re a genius,” you said, savoring the flavor.

“Don’t let my nonna hear you say that,” he replied, laughing. “She’d take all the credit.”

The warmth of the rosquillas, the mess in the kitchen, and the way Carlos looked at you—it all felt incredibly perfect. In that moment, you realized that the donuts were more than just a treat; they were a memory, a piece of Carlos’s life that he was sharing with you. And you couldn’t imagine anything sweeter than that.

The magic of that moment lingered as night fell, casting the vineyard in twilight hues. Carlos took your hand, guiding you outside with a knowing smile. The air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine, frost, and the rich aroma of wine still clinging to the evening.

What awaited outside took your breath away. Twinkling Christmas lights adorned the trees, their soft glow reflected in the freshly fallen snow. Under the largest tree stood a small table draped in linens, set with two glasses, a bottle of wine, and blankets invitingly draped over the chairs.

“Carlos,” you whispered, touched by the magic he had created.

He smiled, his eyes warm and reflecting the golden light around you. “I wanted tonight to be unforgettable,” he said softly, pulling you closer as the two of you approached the table.

As you settled onto the blanket-draped bench, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his warmth. The glow of the lights, the stillness of the vineyard, and the presence of the man beside you created a serenity you hadn’t known you needed.

“You know,” he began, his voice low and thoughtful, “when I brought you here, I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it. This place means a lot to me, but I wanted it to mean something to us.”

“It already does,” you replied, turning to meet his gaze. “Carlos, this is… it’s perfect. Every part of today.”

His face softened, a mixture of relief and adoration. “Good. Because I’ve been planning this for months. Do you have any idea how hard it was not to let anything slip? My friends started betting on how long I’d last before ruining the surprise.”

You laughed, imagining his determination—and struggle—to keep his plans a secret. “Well, I think you deserve all the praise for pulling this off. Today has been more perfect than I could have ever imagined.”

Then, Carlos set his glass down and turned to you, his expression shifting to something more serious. “There’s one more thing I wanted to say,” he murmured, his voice steady but laced with emotion.

You tilted your head, curiosity sparking again. “What is it?”

He hesitated for a moment, as though gathering his thoughts. Then, with a small smile playing on his lips, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, elegantly wrapped box. The golden vineyard lights danced across the delicate wrapping. He held it out to you, his fingers brushing against yours as you took it.

“This isn’t what you might be thinking,” he began quickly, a faint blush rising to his cheeks. “I’m not proposing—yet. But this,” he gestured to the box, “is a promise. A promise that wherever life takes us, you’ll always have a piece of me, just like I’ll always carry a piece of you.”

Your heart raced as you opened the box, revealing a delicate gold necklace nestled inside. The pendant, shaped like a tiny vine leaf, was intricate, it's fine details capturing the beauty of the vineyard that surrounded you. It glinted in the soft light, shinier than the stars and the moon.

Your breath caught, emotion welling up as you took the necklace from his hands. “Carlos…” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He clasped it around your neck, his fingers brushing your skin gently. “I want this to be the beginning of something. Not just for tonight, but for every Christmas, every memory, every part of our story.”

Tears filled your eyes as you touched the pendant, feeling the intricate details. “It’s beautiful.” you said, smiling through the tears.

Carlos cupped your face, his thumbs brushing away the stray tears. “I love you,” he said simply, the weight of the words wrapping around you like a blanket.

“I love you too,” you replied, leaning into his touch as his lips met yours in a soft, lingering kiss that carried every promise his words had left unsaid.

When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours. As you sat together under the lights, the rosquillas, the wine, the necklace, and the man beside you made the night feel infinite.

Raising your glasses, you toasted to the moment.

“To many more Christmases like this,” you said, your voice filled with hope and love.

“And to us,” Carlos added, his eyes never leaving yours.

The clink of your glasses echoed softly through the still night, a sound that would forever remind you of the Christmas when forever began.

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