#the challenge in their eyes the furst meeting

[hopefulpenance]

I had to deal with technical difficulties, but but I have a wip and this lil sketch that goes before that so *gently gives*

[racingline3]

Love ~ Lewis Hamilton

♡ Lewis Hamilton x reader

Description: small moments between you and Lewis.

~ fluff ~

“What?” You ask as you see Lewis staring at you through the mirror.

The corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles, “Nothing.” He gives a one shoulder shrug, “You look beautiful.”

It didn’t matter how long you had been dating Lewis, his compliments would always make you blush.

“I’m not sure about the colour.” You admit as you finish fixing your necklace and run your hands over the non-existent creases in your dress.

He gets up from his seat and comes to stand behind you, running his hands down your sides to settle on your hips. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” He squeezes your hips and places a ghost of a kiss under your ear.

“You always say that.” You roll your eyes with a soft smile of your own.

He spins your body around in his arms so you face him, one of his hands splayed on your lower back to keep you close to him and the other tracing along your jawline.

“Well, it’s always true.” He argues, brushing his fingers under your chin to move your face so he could look you in the eye.

“What if they don’t like me?” You whisper the doubts that had been creeping up all week since Toto and Susie had invited the two of you for dinner. It was the furst time meeting any of his racing fanily. You know how important the Wolffs were to Lewis and you desperately didn’t want to let him down.

A slight frown forms on his face and you ache to reach up and run your thumb along the lines between his eyebrows to ease away the sudden worry. “That’s why you’re so nervous?” He asks.

You didn’t think he would notice, you had had a lifetime of hiding your anxiety from people and nobody ever seemed to notice before.

“I thought it was your presentation in work next week that had you on edge. I should have asked, I’m sorry.” He says and you melt at his words because ever since you started dating Lewis you had finally understood why none of your past relationships had ever worked. Nobody had ever seen you like Lewis did. Nobody had ever loved you like him.

“I’m sorry.” Still, your knee jerk reaction is to apologise to being anxious, for being too much.

He moves his hands to practically cradle your head and stares into your eyes so much it feels like he's looking directly into your soul. “Don’t ever be sorry for feeling anything. Not with me.”

“And they will love you.” He says, placing a kiss on forehead, “Just like I do.”

That was another thing about your relationship, it had only been a few weeks since you two had admitted your love but it still set your heart racing.

"I love you too." You say and you take a breath. You can do this.

*************

"I love that." Lewis says as he pulls the car away from restaurant hours later.

"Love what?" You ask as he reaches over to bring your hand to his lips to place a kiss on the back of it.

"When you're beaming like that." He says and you can just hear how happy he is.

"It's dark, you can't even see me." You challenge him.

"But you're happy, and excited and I just know that you're practically glowing with that gorgeous smile on your face."

He knows you well.

"Well I really enjoyed dinner." You concede, with a laugh.

"They loved you." Lewis confirms, "And you're going for lunch with Susie, do I have competition?"

"Never." You lean over to kiss his cheek as he stops at a red light. "You're stuck with me."

"I wouldn't want it any other way."