"Max Emilian Verstappen! If you dare think I would show my face at the paddock with this on my neck, then you're dead wrong!" You were in a fit of rage. After Max had qualified with the pole position yesterday it was needless to say that not much sleep took place until the early hours of the morning. You had woken up this morning with a hickey the size of Monaco on your neck and if it wasn't such a turn on of yours to feel Max kissing down your neck, you'd be fuming with him.
"I don't see anything wrong." Max said with a shrug. You looked at his exasperated and with a sigh, shoved past him trudging into the bathroom so that you could attempt to cover the monstrosity.
"Do you know how difficult it is to cover these?" You said, looking at him through the mirror as he was standing, leaning on the bathroom door. You grabbed your make-up bag from the corner of the counter, taking your concealer, primer and colour correcting palette. Starting with the primer, you rub a dab of it over the hickey so that your makeup would last all day and then you grab your colour correcting palette. You brush the orange and red colours onto the hickey and blend them out in an attempt to even out the skin tones. You reach for your concealer and blend it over the area so that it matches the surrounding skin. You then brush over your masterpiece with a setting powder. Glancing back at Max, you laughed at his expression as he looked at you with a confused expression.
"I worked hard on that," He mumbled and moved closer to you to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you into his chest. You closed your eyes as you relaxed in his arms but opened them in shock as you felt something wet being dragged across his neck. It was a make-up wipe. You ripped yourself out of his grip and spun to look at him with a glare.
"What are you doing?"
"Wiping your make up off." He answered as if it was an everyday thing – you can rest assured that it is not.
"You're a wee shit." You mumbled.
"I like people knowing that you belong to me," He said.
"No. You can not go around with the ideology that you own me." You huffed. You pointed a finger at him and stabbed into his chest to annunciate and express your fury, "I. Am. Not. A. Object. That. You. Can. Just. Mark. As. Your. Own!" He took a step back and rubbed his chest with a look of pain on his face. Good.
"Good lord woman. I love you and I want each and every person at that race to know that."
"There are other ways to show that!" You said sticking your left hand in the air and indicated to the lack of ring on your fourth finger. "You'll actually be the death of me, Max." You told him as you accepted the hug he offered you. He squeezed you into his chest and you took this as your chance to enact your payback. You kissed down his neck but in order for him to get a taste of his own medicine you made sure that you focussed your kisses on the upper half of this neck where it would be visible to all. You nibbled on his neck, leaving a light purple bruise.
When your impromptu make out ended Max stared into the bathroom mirror before turning to you and pointing to his new mark on his neck; quite large if anyone where to ask.
"That looks nice." You said absentmindedly.
"The boys will never let me live this down." He grumbled.
"Are you saying that only girls can receive hickeys?" Quick to avoid any form of argument, Max rapidly shook his head, "That's what I thought. Good luck with Daniel though." He let out the loudest groan and trudged into the bedroom.
Later at the track as you made your way to Max's drivers room, you stumbled across Daniel who congratulated you on your work. "Nicely done, Y/N." He laughed, "Never seen him so uncomfortable and conscious ever."
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