English Love Affair
Hello everyone! I haven't written fanfiction in a while, but this idea came to me one night and I couldn't stop thinking about it. This is part one of the fic and I can't wait to share more!
Lando Norris x Archer Russell (Georges younger sister)
Overview: Lando and Archer meet one night in a club in Monaco not realizing their paths are about to intertwine more then they think.
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MONOACO CLUB:
Archers POV:
The night club pulsed to the beat of Clarity. My body moved along the beat with Poppy, my best friend. “Im going to grab a drink of water!” She yelled over the music before disappearing in the crowd with her boyfriend who joined us earlier in the night. I felt someone come up behind me as another song started blaring from the speakers. I turned around to scold whoever decided to put their arms on me.
My words never left my mouth. Behind me stood the most beautiful man I had even seen. It was hard to tell if I knew him or not the strobe lights flashing across his features. His curls fell over his eyes, his white shirt rolled up to his elbows, the first few buttons at the top undone.
“Sorry I didn't mean to startle you, want to dance?” He asked his body to move with mine as I nodded his hands coming around my waist. Hours later we still found ourselves on the dance floor, both of our bodies coated in sweat. Poppy had left earlier with her boyfriend leaving us alone. I felt myself shiver as he leaned down to whisper in my ear, “Wanna get out of here?” I pondered for all of three seconds. “Yeah sure my flat's a quick walk from here.” He nodded, wrapping his arm around my waist leading us out of the nightclub. Something about him looked familiar but I couldn't place from where. A quick five minute walk later we entered our flat. We both quickly slid our shoes off barely speaking as we made our way to my room.
Lando's POV:
MIAMI GRAND PRIX:
The energy felt different when I walked into the paddock. I couldn't put my finger on it, but someone was here. "Lando over here mate!" Journalists and photographers shouted from their spots on the ground. I smiled there before walking towards the McLaren motorhome. "George, who is that with you?!" I turned around seeing George walk in the photographers yelling at him. There she was. Archer, George and Carmen. Fuck me what was she doing here with him? I whipped my head around trying to not make it obvious that I was staring.
Her dirty blonde hair was flowing around her face two small sections held back by the butterfly clips she's always been obsessed with. The first time I went to her flat the next morning when I was leaving, I had slipped one into my pocket. I kept my head down to hide my flaming face. A few steps later I ducked into the motorhome, the cool air rushing over me.
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I took the second-place trophy, raising it high in the air, my eyes scanning the crowd until my eyes landed on her off to the side standing with George and Carmen yet again. Seriously, how did she know them? I felt a small tap turning towards Oscar who sprayed me with champagne fuck now I really look like an idiot. Once I cleaned up from the champagne and sat through another debrief, I made my way to the Mercedes motorhome hoping to run into Archer.
"Mate I was just coming to look for you! Lando this is my baby sister Archer. Archer, this is Lando." I watched her face, the dots connecting for both of us. Holy fucking shit I slept with George Russells baby sister. I am so fucked. I extend my hand for a handshake trying to seem as normal as possible. I watch her eyes as they look at me from head to toe. "Nice to meet you Lando." She says as she shakes my hand, the same hand that was tangled in her hair a week ago. The same electric spark that was there a week prior when we had bumped into each other at the night club is back. "Okay well I'm off to do media, Lando can you hang out with her Carmens on a work call!" He shouted pushing off on his scooter.
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I don't know how we ended up here. I was supposed to be giving her a tour of the paddock, keeping things between us as PG as possible considering the fuck ton of cameras that were around. But somehow, we found ourselves tangled up in my driver's room. My suit was unzipped hanging around my hips, her hands sliding under my fireproofs as she straddles me. I felt dizzy she was so fucking intoxicating, her lips against mind could genuinely send me into the stratosphere. I pulled back for a second, my hands coming up to her taking down the butterfly clips. "You're fucking unbelievable you know that? I'm fucking obsessed." She let out a soft laugh, her hands running through my hair. "I didn't realize who you were the other night." She shifted so her hands were laying against my chest rings and small tattoos decorated her hands. I smile looking up at her "I wouldn't change anything about our time then or now."