by the mediterranean sea pt2⛵🐚🌊
⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖°carlos sainz x sea house!neighbour⋆｡𖦹 °.🐚⋆❀˖°
summary: summer break = unlocked☀️ carlos and his family pull up to their mallorca home, ready for sun, sand, and zero responsibilities. but then they spot a stunning yacht parked right in front of the airbnb next door. Carlos's inner detective activates: WHO. OWNS. THAT. BOAT. ⛵👀
The next morning, I rushed through my morning routine to keep my mind off the tour. Went for a scenic bike ride, came home, took a shower, and made my bed for the day. Then had breakfast of Café con leche and Tostada con Tomate, Aceite, y Jamón before running a few errands for Mama. Anything to stop myself from overthinking the afternoon ahead.
Finally, my sister and Teto got ready. Ana taking forever as usual, fussing with her hair and outfit like she was the one about to impress someone. Once they were both finally set, we headed out the back door, across the sandy path lined with rosemary bushes, and down toward the dock next door. The mediterranean sun was warm on our shoulders, and the gentle clink of masts from nearby boats filled the air. As we approached, the traditional gulet yacht came into full view its rich wooden hull gleaming, its sails neatly furled, and there, standing at the railing with a smile, was Y/N.
Y/N: C'mon guys! Don't be shy now.
Teto: Last one on is a rotten shoe!
He came zooming past me and Ana, sprinting down the dock like a kid on Christmas morning. Ana shrieked and joined in on the race, her sandals slapping against the wooden planks as she tried to catch him.
But honestly? I couldn't be bothered to move.
Y/N stood at the railing of the gulet, one hand resting casually on the polished wood, the other shielding her eyes from the sun. She was wearing a loose white linen button-up similar to mine, with the sleeves rolled to her elbows, and a simple pair of tailored shorts. Her hair was pulled back in a low, messy bun, a few stray pieces escaping in the breeze.
She looked so beautiful in the sunlight. Effortless. Like she belonged right here, on this boat, in this moment.
Y/N: tilting her head, amused You just gonna stand there and stare, or are you coming aboard, Sainz?
I blinked, realizing I'd been caught.
Carlos: smirking, finally walking toward her I was just admiring the...uh craftsmanship. The boat, I mean.
Y/N: raising an eyebrow Uh-huh. Sure you were.
I stepped onto the gangway, feeling the gentle sway of the yacht beneath my feet. She reached out her hand without thinking, or maybe on purpose to steady me as I came aboard.
Y/N: Wouldn't want Spain's finest to take an accidental swim before the tour even starts.
Carlos: taking her hand longer than necessary How thoughtful of you.
Her fingers were warm. Soft. She didn't pull away immediately.
Ana: already halfway across the deck, shouting ¡Carlos, deja de coquetear y ven a ver esto! (Stop flirting and come see this!)
Y/N: laughing quietly, finally letting go Your sister has excellent timing.
Carlos: rolling his eyes She's had twenty-seven years of practice.
Y/N: Well then... gesturing toward the front of the boat Shall I give you the grand tour, Mr. Sainz?
Carlos: Please. And Carlos is fine.
Y/N: Carlos, then. smiling Follow me.
And just like that, I followed her not just across the deck, but somewhere I hadn't been in a long time.
Completely, utterly, helplessly intrigued.
We followed Y/N across the polished deck. Teto was already inspecting the wheelhouse while Ana peered over the edge at the crystal-clear water.
Ana: Y/N, can we go out for a swim?
Y/N: That was the plan. There's a quiet cala about ten minutes from here.
Y/N: heading to the controls I am the captain, so yes. Let's go.
The engine hummed to life. She guided the gulet away from the dock with easy confidence.
Carlos: leaning against the railing You really run this whole operation yourself?
Y/N: My grandfather taught me to sail before I could ride a bike. I think I can handle this.
Y/N: softening Save the compliments for after you see the spot.
Y/N: without turning around Most people take photos on boat tours.
Carlos: quietly Most people aren't looking at the right view.
She turned and held my gaze for a moment.
Carlos: smirking I'm always careful.
Y/N: turning back to the water Liar.
The boat cut through the Mediterranean, and for the first time all summer, I wasn't thinking about racing at all.
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We arrived at the cala—turquoise water, cliffs wrapped in pine trees, not another soul in sight.
Ana: already kicking off her sandals This is paradise!
She dove in first, followed by Teto, who cannonballed right next to her and splashed water everywhere. I swam for a bit, the cool Mediterranean washing away the last of my morning nerves. But after a few laps, I climbed back onto the rear deck, letting the sun warm my skin as I sat at the edge, feet dangling in the water.
Y/N floated on her back for a while, staring up at the sky. Then she swam toward the deck, looking tired but content.
Y/N: softly Mind if I join you?
Carlos: patting the space beside him It's your boat.
She didn't sit beside me. Instead, she hoisted herself up just enough to rest her head on my thigh, her legs still trailing in the water. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.
I froze for half a second. Then he exhaled slowly, letting I hand fall gently near her shoulder not quite touching, but close.
Y/N: eyes fluttering closed Mm. Happy tired.
The sun dipped lower. Ana and Teto's laughter echoed off the cliffs. And
I sat there, completely still, afraid that any movement might break the spell.
I looked down at her. Her damp hair. The faint smile on her lips.
Y/n dropped us back home as the sun began to set. Ana and Teto headed inside, already arguing about who swam better. I lingered at the dock for a moment longer than necessary.
Y/N: smiling softly Goodnight, Carlos.
I watched her walk back to her airbnb, and I swear I didn't move until I heard her cabin door close.
I spent the entire morning pacing my room like an idiot. What if I read the signals wrong? What if she was just being friendly? What if...
I grabbed my phone and typed out a message before I could lose my nerve.
Carlos: Would you let me take you on a date? Anything you want.
Three dots appeared immediately. Then vanished. Then appeared again.
Y/N: Golf. Or cycling. Your favorites.
I stared at the screen, completely enamored. She didn't pick dinner and wine. She picked my favorites. Things I loved. Things that mattered to me.
Carlos: Golf. I'll pick you up at 12.
I smiled so hard my face hurt.
gossipf1source 🚨EXCLUSIVE🚨
Carlos Sainz and mystery woman get cozy during private boat tour in Mallorca a few days back. According to sources, the F1 driver spent hours onboard a traditional yacht belonging to the woman's family, who own a luxury commercial yacht fleet. The two were seen chatting, swimming, and at one point, she rested her head on his thigh while dangling her legs in the water.
#F1 #CarlosSainz #Mallorca #SummerBreak #GossipF1
user2: she's apparently the sole heir of a big marine vehicle family, she even went to MIT and studied marine engineering
user9: marine engineering MIT?? owns a yacht?? we stan
f1gossiplover: Carlos finally caught lacking 😭
sainz_squad: the way he's just sitting there NOT MOVING... down bad actually
We hadn't even made it past the first hole when I saw it—a long lens glinting from the treeline.
Carlos: gripping my club tighter Someone's taking photos.
Y/N: not even looking up from lining her putt I know.
Carlos: panicking Y/N, this is going to be everywhere. Tomorrow. All over social media. They were already spying on us at the cala...
Y/N: sinking the putt easily, then turning to me with a calm smile Carlos. It's okay. This isn't my first rodeo.
Carlos: What do you mean?
Y/N: shrugging My family is famous too. Not F1 famous, but... yacht industry famous. Magazine spreads. Business profiles. I've had my photo taken more times than I can count. I know how to ignore a camera.
She walked past me toward the next tee, completely unbothered.
I stood there for a second, then jogged to catch up.
Carlos: lowering my voice I need you to know something.
She stopped and looked at me, her eyes patient.
Carlos: I don't see this being a fling. I'm very serious when it comes to relationships. If I'm interested in someone and I'm very interested in you, I pursue her. Relentlessly.
Y/N: tilting her head, a small smile playing on her lips You have to make me your girlfriend first, you know. Not on the first date.
Carlos: grinning So you're saying there will be a second date?
Y/N: walking away I'm saying finish this hole first, Sainz.
We played nine holes. She was terrible at golf, kept slicing every drive into the rough but she laughed every time, and that laugh was better than any perfect swing I'd ever seen. I tried to give her tips. She told me to stop being a perfectionist. I shut up and just enjoyed watching her.
By the end, I didn't care who was watching from the trees.
Carlos: leading her toward the car I know a place. Nothing fancy.
Twenty minutes later, we were sitting on a plastic bench outside a small beachside burger stand, paper wrappers crinkling in our hands. The sun was setting. Seagulls were fighting over a fallen fry three tables away.
Y/N: taking a huge bite, ketchup on her lip This is the best burger I've ever had.
Carlos: staring at her like she hung the moon Yeah?
Y/N: noticing my stare, wiping her mouth What?
Carlos: shaking my head, smiling Nothing.
Y/N: softening You're staring again.
Carlos: quietly You're easy to stare at.
She looked down at her burger, but I caught the blush spreading across her cheeks.
Y/N: mumbling Second date. Maybe.
Carlos: grinning I'll hold you to that.
Papa Sainz sat at the kitchen table, a cup of café con leche in one hand and his tablet in the other, scrolling through the morning news. The rest of the house was still quiet, Ana was asleep, Teto hadn't emerged from his room yet, and I was just shuffling in, still half-dreaming about green fairways and brown eyes.
Then my father looked up.
Papa Sainz: holding up the screen Carlos.
On the tablet was the Celeb News headline, complete with the blurry photo of Y/N and me on the back deck. Her head on my thigh. The Mediterranean glittering behind us. There was no mistaking what it looked like.
Carlos: rubbing the back of my neck Papá, I can explain...
Papa Sainz: setting the tablet down, voice calm but firm I don't need an explanation. I need to know if you're being serious with her.
I met his eyes. There was no judgment there. Just the quiet weight of a father who had seen me through every high and low every podium, every contract negotiation, every rumor.
Carlos: without hesitation I am.
He studied me for a long moment. Then he nodded once, picked up his coffee, and went back to reading.
Papa Sainz: quietly Good. Don't waste her time, mijo. And don't let the gossip pages write the story for you.
He didn't look up again. But I saw the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
I grabbed an orange from the fruit bowl and headed for the back door, my heart lighter than it had been in years.
Outside, the gulet was still docked next door, swaying gently in the morning light.
And I knew exactly where I was headed.
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