Lando and you were lazily cuddling on the sofa. It’s one of these day where it’s all dark outside, raining from time to time and all you want is to stay under a warm blanket.

Lando is laying on top of you, his messy curly hair tickling your chin. You´re slowly stroking his back, your hand awkwardly slipped under his T-shirt and your nails scratching his tan skin.

Lando himself caress your forearm, over your scars and the little bumps over it. He knows about it and he just don’t mind.

« Babe? Can I draw stars? » he mumble lazily, stopping his motion of his fingers over your skin.