blondie | valtteri bottas [COMPLETED]

pre-race | 14

dedicated to @shrekshitshack for her sweet comments!!!

still the same: hayati means my life but in a way nicer way than it translates to in english.

sorry for the wait and enjoy :)
NOT EDITED!

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'do you by any chance speak any hungarian or should i download google translate?' dima spoke up from beside valtteri as they checked into the hotel rooms the team had booked for him. she was slightly groggy, given their flight had put her back a time zone and that always messed with her. she had tried to sleep but didn't want to risk ruining valtteri's shoulder for his race.

'i'm flattered that you think so highly of my language abilities... but no.' he sent her a smile as he squeezed her hand. they were both standing by the hotel reception, waiting for their respective keys.

'here are your keys.' the smiley receptionist appeared and gave them one set of keys, leaving dima confused. both of them had the same number labelled on it. she quickly guessed that they would be sharing a room.

she guessed valtteri had understood it as well given the way they walked in silence from the lift to the hotel room. the thoughts were rushing through dima's mind. the last time she had shared a room with a man was with her husband. and she was religious in the specific lebanese way that meant she was more traditional.

just before they reached the awaiting door, dima looked at the blonde man. 'valtteri.' she called out his name gently. it was a late wednesday night and they were both stood in a hallway.

'yes.' his reply was quick, almost nervous.

'did you know we were going to be sharing a room or...' she nodded off, gesturing to the hotel room they both stood in front of. she didn't have her ridiculous luggage like last time, he noticed. wait was he nervous around her? the thought quickly invaded her mind and she struggled not to find it sweet.

valtteri cleared his throat. 'i didn't.' he was honest. he really didn't. 'i mean it was kind of last minute that i told the agent that you would be joining us. i'm guessing they assumed it would be a joint room.' he had just found out, but he didn't think it would be a problem. unless of course it was, for dima. 'i hope you don't mind.'

the hesitation on her face told him everything. 'a tiny bit.' she didn't mind just a tiny bit, she definitely didn't like it. she wasn't comfortable. but she wasn't going to say that, and she was too tired to go back to reception and find another room. also, her brain fought with her asking her what was in fact so wrong with them sharing? they were after all exclusive.

are we? she needed to find a better time to think about that.

dima cursed herself for tying her hair up, leaving her face exposed bar the few strands at the front that framed it. she needed her dark hair to cover up the blush that was rushing up her neck at the thought of sleeping in the same room as valtteri.

it wasn't the first time, they had many sleepovers where they had slept in the middle of shared walls. even then it was under the watchful eye of george khalil. sure, they had been each others first kiss, yet their young 14 year old minds would not have processed this the same way.

this was different.

they were both adults who were romantically involved with each other.

this was so different compared to teenagers having an innocent little sleepover.

'if you're not happy, i'm going to go book another room.' valtteri hadn't finished turning around to go back downstairs when dima quickly reached for his arm, tugging at his white sweatshirt. when he faced her again, she was standing a lot closer, circling his arm with her hands.