BRYNN POV.: It's another free weekend between races. I'm glad we have them, because I can see how much they drain Charles out of the energy... He actually came back home, to Monaco, 2 days ago, to rest a bit before the Spanish GP. I missed him dearly, because we haven't seen each other in more than a week, due to the fact that he was racing, and I visited my parents in London. It's still a pity that I couldn't join him... He did SO GOOD! P2! Good redemption after that disaster during the race in Imola...
Nevertheless, he's at home now, and we have time to spent it only ourselves, nobody else..
Right now, Charles is doing his training Andrea told him to do in the afternoon, and I'm cooking for us a yummy pasta with chicken and spinach for dinner. I even get starving only with cooking, then what it's going to happen when I'll finally be able to eat that thing!?
I was so deep in my thoughts, listening to nice pop music playing in the radio, that I didn't realised that Charles finished his routine, and even had a shower!
-What's smelling so good mon Ange?- he asked, surely with wide smile on his face, as he hugged me from behind. It was nice feeling, my bare shoulderblades coming in touch with his fluffy hoodie... And that little kiss behind my ear... My god! I'm wipped...!
-Pasta with chicken and spinach..
-Yummy!- he exclaimed in return, making me smile -Just like everything you cook..
-You know that those praises won't make it cook faster, right?- I giggled, but blushed nevertheless. How come he still has that effect on me after knowing him for almost 7 years, and dating for almost 2?! It's still deep mistery for me...
-I know. But I love your cooking...
-Because you cannot cook much yourself...!- I smirked, and then gigged at his offended gasp.
-Of course I can cook!- he argued, making me giggle more.
-Whatever you say Charlie- I agreed, almost chocking on my giggles, and then added -And done! Help me with plates, please?
-Sure mon Amour..- Charles replied, kissed my cheek and then helped me with our dinner, which we ate in very homely and nice atmosphere, talking and laughing, still touching with our tangled feet under the table. It was sweet...

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After dinner, we decided to watch a movie. But picking comedy wasn't maybe the best idea...
In the middle of the movie, I don't know why and how, but we picked on a pilow fight, laughing and screaming, also running around the whole apartment, throwing pillows at each other too. It was crazy...!
At one moment, I'm not really sure how, but we landed in the bedroom, movie long forgotten, as Charlie tackled me on the bed, and tickled mercesly, until we both were out of breath.
-I hate you!- I puffed out, but still looked him deeply in the eye, with my hands joined around his neck, to keep him above me.
-You don't hate me- he said, very sure with himself -You love me very much.
-You're really sure about that, Leclerc?- I smirked at him, deciding to pick on little game.
-I am. But I probably should remind you, just how much you do..- he got it right, leaned down and kissed me slowly, but tenderly and sweet. I returned the kiss with smile on my face.
-And?
-I think I know now, but... I think I need to be reminded more- I prolonged that our little game, and we kissed again. This time however, it was begining to be more intense and passionate every passing second, leaving us breathless. By then, it was full make out session...
-Wait a sec..- I broke the kiss, and propped myself on elbows, making Charles frown.
-You ok B?- he asked next, concerned.
-Yeah. It's fine..- I assured him, pecked his red and swollen from all that kissing and my little bites lips, and then added -I just have an idea...
-I'm listening...- that got him curious, with smirk on his lips. Without more words, I turned around a bit, and opened my bedside table drawer, to pull something out of it. Then, after I closed it again, I ploped myself again on my back, with soft material in hand.
-My bandana? What do you..?- at first, Charles was comepleatly clueless, but then, I crossed my wrists with it in one of my hands, and he got the idea.
-You sure?- were his next words, very caring and sweet. He knows as much as I do, that I hate to be unable to move my hands freely. I feel trapped that way.. But this idea is stuck in my head for so long now, that I think I can handle it...
-Oui. I trust you...- I assured him, and bit on my bottom lip nervously. But those nerves were more like excitment than fear...
-Ok. But the second it feels too much, tell me, ok?- he agreed, gently taking the material out of my hand.
-Of course- to prove my point more, I nodded to, not able to hide a small smile when I felt him tying my wrists together. Charlie then checked with his thumb if it's not too tight and looked at me for comfirmation, after he placed loving kisses on both of them.
-You alright?
-Yes- we both smiled at that, knowing the trust is mutual. I trust him that he won't push me into anything, and he trusts me to let him now if I'm uncomfortable. I think that's what trust in relationships is all about...
-And... This alright?- Charles asked again, when he lifted my joined hands above my head and pinned them there with his left one.
-Stop talking Percival and kiss me!- I huffed, and then giggled, as he leaned down and kissed me passionately. At that point, we both knew, that kissing wouldn't be the only thing we're going to do tonight... And sleep clearly wasn't one of them...
THE END

Damn Charles and his bandanas...!
Well, I hope you like the idea...?!
Have a nice day! / Goodnight!
F.