They had always been each other’s safe place. Lando’s world was fast — circuits, travel, pressure — while your’s was steady, tucked away in a London flat full of laughter and late-night talks with some of your male roommates. But whenever he came back, the world seemed to slow down. Even though he had his normal apartment in Monaco, when he was with you- he was home. You’d end up tangled in underwear between your sheets, in your cozy room as Luce played guitar in the other room. Sometimes watching movies on the couch while his hands rested on your naked skin, sharing a warmth slow make out beneath the covers as his hands ran all over you, lightly grabbing. Kissing just when you felt like it. He just adored you. There was comfort there, something deeper than friendship but softer than love. All you knew was that when you were together, it felt like home — a pause between races, a breath you both needed.

He sat on your bed after his shower wearing just a towel, his curls dripping slightly. He smiled and landed a soft smack on your ass as you laid beside him in just underwear, perfect little body with small fine line tattoos all over.

“What happened between you and Marc? Is it over between you two?” he whispered softly as he pulled you into his arms beneath the covers.

“Hmhm…yeah, he said I didn’t have the sex drive he was looking for. But I do have, he was just so boring in bed” you scoffed lightly as your fingers grazed his abs.

“Ah…makes sense…gotta match each others freakiness in bed, no?” he whispered softly, as his fingers traced over your tattoos on your abdomen and lower-back.