Formula 1 One-Shots (II) REQUESTS CLOSED!

Mick Schumacher

A/N For myself because uni is stressing me out and I need this. Please leave me a vote and a comment it would brighten my day (:

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WORDCOUNT: 3012

WARNINGS: NSFW 
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Standing in the shower and letting the water fall down onto my body is the prefect way to end a long day. Not thinking about anything important and just letting my thoughts wander where they want to. Enjoying the warmth without a need to rush and just relax before entering the real world again.

"Mind of I join you?" Mick suddenly asks me, ripping me out of my thoughts and maybe even scares me a little bit. While he is waiting patiently for an answer in front of the shower with only a towel wrapped around his hips to at least wear something. A soft smile spreads on my lips because I am happy that he is finally at home after he spend the whole day outside the house because of appointments. He left early and I though he would come home even later but this is a nice surprise.

"Come in." I invite him and Mick tosses the towel away before walks into our ground level shower which is big enough to fit some more people. He comes close, wraps his arms around me to pull me close to his body. We kiss softly, greet each other, being happy to spend some relaxed time with each other.

"God, you look so pretty." Mick mumbles, cupping my cheeks with his hands and lets his thumb brush over my cheeks to rub some of the water away. I roll my eyes at his statement because he always tells me that I am pretty no matter how miserable I look.

"Debatable. My hair doesn't look good when it is wet." I shrug my shoulders, but still smile at Mick because I appreciate the compliment even though I wouldn't agree with him. A cheeky grins spreads on Micks lips and I already know he is up to no good without even heard what he is going to say.

"Maybe your hair isn't the only thing that is wet?"

"Mick." I gasp and feel how the blood gathers in my cheeks. From time-to-time Mick says things I would never expect from him. He may be a true gentleman outside of the house but if he gives me bedroom eyes, I never know which kind of treatment I can expect from him.

"You're cute when you blush like this." Mick almost giggles because he loves to make me blush. Either with cherishing me with sweet nothing or with dirty lines, preferable in moments when they are not appropriate to be heard by others.

Before I can protest Mick simply connects our lips for a kiss, letting them roam over each other for a few seconds before he pushes them with more force against mine. I hum softly against his lips, holding myself steady by placing my hands on his chest. Deepening the kiss with his tongue, Mick presses me against his body, making me whimper softly.

Our bare chests brush over each other and I can feel Mick's nipples hardening under my fingertips, knowing exactly that mine will be hard pearls in just a few seconds of time. Gasping for air we detach out lips and look at each other with loving eyes.