Round One - Bahrain 2023
"Nice work out there," Lance said as he clapped you on the back as you began your return to the motorhome smelling like champagne.
"You too, not a bad start at all," you said with a grin. It was the first race and already you had scored a podium for Aston Martin, albeit behind both Red Bulls.
"Not sure your boyfriends would agree. Have you seen them yet?"
You sighed and shook your head. Charles had out-qualified you, both Ferrari's starting a row ahead, but in the end he hadn't been able to finish the race. Lando wasn't much better, coming in last with who remained in the race.
"I'll hunt them down after I find my mum. She's probably lost and confused by now."
"She'll get used to the paddock soon enough. It must be good to have her finally come to your races."
"I'm not sure she would say the same thing," you chuckled. "Did you see how nervous she was at testing last week? Thought she was going to have an aneurysm when she heard my top speed."
"Dad was like that when I started too." Lance opened the door for you to the Aston Martin motorhome and grinned at the cheer that erupted. The race had only finished an hour ago and already the motorhome was being dismantled to move on to the next destination.
"One more race like that and we'll already have more points than we had all of last year," Lawrence said as he threw his arms around both you and his son. "Sensational! That'll show the bastards at Red Bull they have a competition on their hands this year."
"Can't wait," you smirked at the idea.
Lawrence squeezed your shoulder. "Show them what a mistake they made, alright?"
"With pleasure. Thank you for giving me the chance."
Lawrence sighed and took a seat at an empty table, pointing you to the one opposite and he sent Lance off to get changed. "You're a great driver, there's no disputing that, so I'm happy to have you on the team - especially if you keep performing like you did out there. You could have an entire harem for all I care."
"I'm happy with two, thanks," you said with a laugh. "It does suck not being able to go out and celebrate though."
You had received a warning letter before the season began with an outline on which countries you would be arrested in for showing any PDA, same with Lando and Charles. Bahrain was one and the next stop in Saudi Arabia was another. Lewis had tried to speak up but his influence couldn't change the laws that were going to be upheld and there would be no leniency.
"I'd rather not have to bail you out of jail so early in the season."
"I can cover bail, just don't rip up my contract," you joked. "Please."
"That wasn't right. I have a daughter so I know full well the different treatment you ladies get no matter what you do." He leaned forward and lowered his voice as he jutted a thumb over his shoulder, "They don't even seem to remember Checo's scandal in Monaco last year. It just goes to show that it wasn't because their 'core values' were breached. Red Bull is led by misogynists. End of."
"Well don't hold back, Mr Stroll." You grinned at your boss and sat back in your seat feeling even more comfortable with your choice in employer. You had offers from Williams and Alfa Romeo, as well as a reserve driver for Mercedes, but you were glad you took the Aston Martin seat, even if green wasn't your best colour. "I feel like I should set you up on a soap box outside their garage."
"I've found they don't pay much attention to words, we'll just have to beat them instead," he said as he rose from the table and wrapped his knuckles on the wooden top. "Have yourself a good evening."
"You too, boss."
After showering and searching the motorhome and failing to find your mum, you went in search through the paddock, finally locating her in McLaren's hospitality.
"One race and you ditched me already," you said to her as you stole one of their bottles of water from the fridge.
"I knew you were fine, so I thought I would check in on sweet Lando," she said with a sad smile. "He's not too happy with his result."
You snorted a laugh and she slapped your arm as she shhh'd you. "What? No one jumps for joy at last place. It's kind of obvious."
"Just go and check on him okay? I'll see you all for dinner later."
You watched her navigate her way out and trusted that she could find her way back to Astin Martin. Kristian was staying in the same hotel so she was going to get a ride back with him while you rode with Lando and Charles after finishing the debrief and interviews. She had the endless patience of a saint, except when it came to the media.
You rapped your knuckles on the door before opening it and found Lando pacing the narrow space, his phone to his ear. "-least yours was a mechanical failure, my car is just shit. Oh, she just got here. We'll see you soon. Love you."
He tossed his phone onto the table and opened his arms, welcoming a warm embrace after the terrible performance he had endured. His chest was still damp from the shower and he smelt edible like a key lime pie when you kissed his collar bone.
"Proud of you," he murmured into your neck where he buried his face and inhaled your body wash too.
"Proud of you too."
He pulled back and shook his head like he didn't believe you and you caught his face in your hands, forcing him to face you. "I am proud of you, baby. What you did today was much harder than me...the fact you still finished the race and held your head high shows how resilient you are. I probably would have done a Kimi and just fucked off mid-race."
His chest bounced with a small laugh because you both knew it was true.
"You are going to be a world champion one day, I know it," you swore as you pressed your forehead to his and felt him shake his head. "You don't have to believe me, Lando. I believe in you. You deserve it, you have the raw talent - and one day you will have the car to match. Then you will be unstoppable."
The door swung open as Charles let himself in and you delighted in the way his face lit up upon seeing you both opening your arms for him to join. "Mmmm," he sighed as he closed his eyes and tipped his head onto Lando's shoulder. "What a fucking day...Can we go home yet?"
Round Four - Baku 2023
You were a shoo-in for a podium place. It was in reach for the fourth race in a row, until the pain began. Sudden and strong, you nearly missed the corner as the ache in your abdomen grew to a point you couldn't ignore it. You felt even bump in the road, every force of the turns, the pressure from your harness.
"Fuck," you growled through gritted teeth. "How many laps left?"
"Five, why? Woah, your heart rate is through the roof," Chris exclaimed, not nearly as calm as Nicholas would have been.
"Yeah, kind of happens when I'm in pain," you retorted as you thought you could probably handle five more laps. There wasn't another option anyway.
By the penultimate lap Charles had overtaken you and you saw his helmet turn your way ever so slightly, like time slowed as he passed. There was no way to see under his visor but you knew there would have been a look of concern on his face.
"Try to at least maintain your pace, Sainz is currently gaining."
"I'm fucking trying alright."
You managed to remain in fourth position as you crossed the finish line and then returned to the pits to see Charles' Ferrari taking the last podium parking spot. You would have liked to have parked there but if it had to go to someone else you were glad it was him.
"Where's Lando?"
"Ninth."
You laughed happily at the news that he had also made it to the points again and turned off your engine to start unstrapping yourself. You reached between your legs for the buckle and swore under your breath as you felt the sticky residue on your race suit that was definitely not sweat.
Charles had been celebrating with his team before the final weigh in but when he returned to take a drink of water he noticed you still hadn't climbed out of yours. He could see Lando's car a few behind as he arrived but even he was touching down on the tarmac and pushing his steering console back into place.
"Charles, you're up," Max interrupted the step he took towards you. "What's she doing? She's not crying because she lost, right?"
"I don't know," he muttered half distracted before realising what Max had said and rolled his eyes. "She's not crying."
He seemed proven wrong when you pulled your helmet off your head and he saw tears streaming down your face. Max turned to Sergio and pointed to the interviewer waiting by the Sky News cameras. "Mate, can you go first?" They didn't wait for an answer as your face contorted with pain and your head fell forward.
"Baby, you alright?" Lando asked as he reached you first, reaching in and taking your steering wheel out for you as you shook your head. "Here, let me help you out."
"I can't get out of the car," you admitted as tears of embarrassment wet your hot cheeks.
"That's okay, I can carry you," he murmured as he reached for you but you slapped his hands away.
"I can't get out of the fucking car!" you snapped, immediately getting the attention of Charles and Max who had arrived too, only increasing the anxiety that you were feeling. "Please, just get my pit crew to jack up the car and wheel me to the garage."
"Why?" Max asked as he crossed his arms, but then they dropped as he barked a laugh. "Did you pee in the car?"
"Fuck off, twat," you grunted as Charles hit him on the shoulder with a, "Mate, it happens, leave her alone."
You hunched over and clutched your abdomen as a cramp wracked your body and a pained groan slipped out. "Oh, oh shit," Lando reacted first, knowing exactly what was happening after surviving three of your menstrual cycles over the winter break.
"Charles, Max, interview time."
They both glared at the FIA official but Lando nodded his head. "Go, I'll take care of her."
Three Days Later
Your knee nervously bounced as you sat in the doctor's room. "I never get periods during the racing season, something must be wrong."
"Well, your test results were all normal." She pushed her glasses back up her nose as she changed the folders she was looking at. "Are you feeling stressed?"
You pondered the question for a moment, not really having realised how different life was in Aston Martin and not having to hide your relationship. "Not really, no."
"But you used to be," she noted as she read through her past comments on your file. "Stress, as you know, can upset your hormonal balance quite significantly."
"So I'm getting my period again because I'm not as stressed? That's inconvenient."
"It's how your body should function."
"I need it to stop."
Reaching into her drawer, she grabbed a few pamphlets and laid them across her desk. "There's certainly options, but they could have other side effects."
You left the office with a prescription in hand but you weren't sure how your boyfriends were going to take the news. They were always concerned about your health and wellbeing that it could go one of two ways.
"I thought the hormones would mess with you," Lando said as he shook the box and heard the rattle of the foil trays inside.
"They are messing with me now." You dropped down onto the couch as he passed the box over to Charles to read. "Who knew Red Bull could be so stressful?" you mused.
"Pierre, Albono, Kvyat," Lando listed with a smirk.
"I think you should take them, if you think it will help," Charles decided as he placed the box back in your hand.
"There's only one way to find out," you shrugged, cracking the foil seal on the first tablet. "Plus, we'll save a fortune not having to buy condoms."
"Wait, what?" Lando's face lit up like a kid at Christmas. "I thought this was to stop your period."
"I mean, it stops them, as well as having babies, like a two-for-one deal."
"I could get on board that." His lips curled up into a sexy smirk as he dropped into the space beside you and draped his arm across your shoulders. His body was already stirring at the idea and he looked up at Charles who had gone to get a glass of water for you. "Tell me you haven't dreamt of this day."
Charles rolled his eyes but didn't refute him as he handed the glass over and watched you swallow the little pill. "Of course I have, mon cher."
"Sorry, boys, it takes seven days to work. You'll still have to wrap it if you want to tap it."
It was mean but you took some pleasure in the collective groan they made.
"Block out your calendar," Charles chuckled as he bent down and kissed you. "Seven days and we plan to absolutely ruin you."
You squirmed at the thought, imagining the feel of their cum dripping from you after they filled you and it drove you feral. You grabbed Charles and pulled him onto the couch as he laughed at the sudden urge you had to feel his body on yours.
"Tell us what you need, chérie," he teased while Lando's lips found your racing pulse.
Your core clenched and reminded you of the emptiness within. "You," you begged as your hands disappeared up their shirts and felt the hard muscles beneath your palms. "I need you to ruin me."