REQUESTS CLOSED Formula 1 One Shots III

[47] - [Mick Schumacher]

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47. "I can't keep this conversation going if you don't put a shirt on!".

You heard the shower turning off while you were in the kitchen. You and Mick had just enjoyed a dinner you cooked and Mick went to the bathroom to shower, agreeing on hopping on the couch afterwards to catch up on some series. Mick was disappointed the Formula 2 season didn't start yet and you knew he would much rather be in Bahrain at the moment, however you both loved to spend all of this time of the world wide crisis at home, together. Mick was training at home too, all the equipment arranged by his team. He sometimes went out for a run. You were studying at home meanwhile and you thought it was perfect like this. Your thoughts wandered all over the place while you cleaned up the kitchen and put all of the dishes in the dishwasher. You decided to get to the bathroom as well to take a shower after him.

Mick was in the bedroom, standing in front of his closet to pick something comfy to wear. "Are you done?". You asked, peaking your head around the corner. "Shower's all yours, love". Mick smiled back at you and you nodded, returning the smile before getting into the bathroom. You sighed deeply at the sight, the towels he had used sprawled over the floor, obviously soaked. The mirror was still all fogged up because he didn't open the window to let out the steam. The shampoo bottles weren't put back in the rack and honestly, your blood pressure rose and your cheeks nearly burned up red in annoyance. "Mick". You whined. "Come in here, please". You asked and waited for him. Mick strolled into the bathroom, a pair of sweats low on his hips and his upperbody bare as a result of you calling him in while he was getting dressed.

"Look at this mess". You pointed at the towels on the floor. "I finally had the time to clean the bathroom this afternoon and you come in here for ten minutes and it's a warzone". A lazy grin curled his lips. "Babe, come on". Mick said and reached for the towels, putting them in the laundry bin. "You were going to shower anyway, it would get wet and messy again". He said and he obviously had a point but you weren't going to lose this stupid argument. "And you didn't open the window! It's all humid and fogged up". You bit. "It's cold outside and the heating in the bathroom isn't on". Mick replied, raising his eyebrows as he didn't really know why you were arguing in the bathroom now. You crossed your arms over your chest. "Well...". You started, wanting to say something else, yet your eyes trailed down his muscled body and he awaited your response. "W-well, I can't keep this conversation going if you don't put on a shirt!".