F1 One Shots, Imagines & Preferences (Requests Closed)

Memories - Lewis Hamilton

"I can't blame Sebastian for liking you." You shook your head

Flashback off

You cussed yourself and with a head shake you went back in to the kitchen. You grabbed yourself a glass of water, and filled the cup. Turning around you looked at the marble counter and smiled when your fingers ran smoothly through the clean surface

Flashback On

You observed the mess above the counter where eggshells, a few interesting ingredients occupied it, and a pile of dirty dishes just in the middle of the sink.

"Babe, what's this?"

Lewis's head shot up from under the kitchen counter where he seemed particularly looking for something. Everything around might have been a mess, but the man himself looked like he was coming out of a magazine cover dressed in simple dark sweatpants, oversized matching sweater and a pink apron tied around him. Lewis Carl Davidson Hamilton INVENTED pink. That's that

"Happy birthday you big head! You weren't supposed to come here for like another two hours, your cake isn't out of the oven yet." He peeked slightly inside the oven while you calmly walked his way. Your hand sneaked over his arm and dipped a finger into the leftover batter in a green bowl. "You sneaky big head" he slapped your other free hand while you licked your finger and left a kiss on his cheek
He looked so warm and cosy, his hair was in a bun, out of the cornrows

You tilted your head to the side noticing the spot of flour on his forehead and nose letting a giggle and brushing it away while he looked at st you.

"There's flour there? Of course there is."

You nodded "Only you could make flour look sexy babe." His eyes doubtfully glinted in amusement while you dabbed your finger in the flour, he might have scattered on the bench, smearing all over his cheek. "Sexy" You giggle when his eyes went wide and he gasped in disbelief

He backed you against the corner of the kitchen with that daring smirk of his "I can't let you be unfair letting me look sexy all by myself."

He wiggled his eyebrows and your smile died a bit "Lew, babe please don't. Don't you- ugh babe" you tried to wiggle out of his trap but he had already smeared flour and a bit of egg all over your face and near your neck

He grinned victoriously like the child he is dusting the remaining flour into his apron "now we have the sexiest woman alive, officially in my kitchen."

You erupted into laughter because there was no way you would be able to stay mad at him. Some ideas crossed your mind but he interrupted pulling you up to sit above the counter while he stood between your legs "you better not be thinking about a flour war, I don't want to spend your birthday cleaning up." He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your shoulder

"Okay so what do you, have in mind?"

"hmmm" he smiles "Let's start with something warm." You smile when he winks perfectly, your heart warming up when your lips finally connected and the familiar warmth consumed your entire senses

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Definitely not a good idea to stay in the kitchen. You washed your glass and walked across the cold floorboards barefoot. You went back to the living room, and that was probably one of the places you two spent more time together whenever he was home, free. Crossing your arms above your chest you laid against the doorway and sighed attentively running your eyes through the room, another memory consumed your mind

Flashback on

Often, Lewis would plan a day out or something romantic whenever he had a week off. It was not just everyday, since he still had those race weekends, but this time staying indoors had been the perfect decision since the weather was moody.
Nesting on the couch, reading a new book you got yourself the week before, Lewis occupies the other side watching TV. Roscoe was in the corner of the room where his large bed had been placed, and he snored smoothly not even bothering a fly.