"Babe, you're going to have to talk to me at some point!" Y/N complained following Max from the living room through to the kitchen, he remained silent causing Y/N to let out an exasperated sigh, "C'mon!" Y/N leant against the counter opposite him, watching as he filled a glass full of water, drank it and placed it in the sink. "Talk to me!"
"No and you know why." Max turned on his feet and returned to the living room settling back into the simulator and loading up iRacing. His face was slightly red from anger, though Y/N knew he was more angry at himself than he was at her and so a smirk graced her face as she moved around the simulator so that he could see her.
"Aw, is your ego bruised?" She teased, a smile was threatening to appear on her lips, but she knew she should refrain, at least until Max has gotten over himself. Her and Max had been going head to head on the simulator for most of the morning and Max had been winning most of them until Y/N began to watch when he'd break or accelerate, and she copied him and thus began to get faster lap times than him. It was needless to say that Max wasn't pleased to be beaten at what was practically his job and has since been in a huff with Y/N over it. Regardless of what Y/N did or said, Max ignored all her attempts to talk to him and instead focused on the screen in front of him. Y/N was fine with that or well she was until his mood suddenly lifted and he was all friendly with Lando as they talked over the PlayStation.
"I'm away to the shops." She heard Max mutter a word of understanding, he was fully concentrated on his race. Y/N knew it was best to allow Max to calm down a bit before she returned home and quite frankly, she liked leisurely strolling around Monte Carlo; it had a very relaxed atmosphere. She took her time to wander through the markets and sat at the harbour admiring the Mediterranean Sea before deciding it was time to head home, it was nearly dinner time and Y/N definitely didn't want to leave Max in charge to cook or else she'd come home to a disaster. As she was walking home, Y/N strolled passed an Italian restaurant and she couldn't resist ordering some food to bring home – if anything were to get Max to talk to her, it would be food. She had half a mind to order just for herself, but deep down (very deep) she knew she couldn't do that to Max.
"I'm home!" She brought the food into the kitchen and then ventured into the living room, only to find Max in the exact same place as she'd left him, though he wasn't talking to anyone so Y/N had to assume that Lando wasn't online anymore. "Where's Lando?" She was curious as the British boy always seemed to be virtually racing, but her curiosity was met with silence and so she repeated her question.
"Eating." Max snapped hurriedly. He didn't spare a glance in her direction; his focus was entirely on the screen in front of him. Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. She didn't like this newfound attitude of Max's. she let out a breath and a 'humph' as she moved behind him and began to run her fingers through his head. If he was going to be like this then she would so everything in her power to make sure he loses the race. The first few times she did it, Max didn't seem bothered and simply let her do it. She should've known he wouldn't mind it – usually he loved it when she ran her fingers through his hair, but then she tried to grab his hand and that's were he drew the line. "Y/N! Stop it! I need to drive." She gave up on trying to pull his hand from the wheel, his grip was too strong and so she grabbed his chin and turned it in her direction, pressing her lips to his and giving him a kiss. It was only a brief kiss and by the time Max returned to the screen, it was too late; he'd crashed into the barrier.
"Y/N!" He shouted. Y/N leaped to her feet and ran in the direction of their bedroom, speeding up when she heard Max jump out of the simulator and his heavy footsteps pound on the floor as he trudged across them. She let out a squeal as she felt his arms wrap around her waist and lift her into the air, holding her against him. He turned her around, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist as his hands moved to grip her thighs and hold her up. She used her hands to hold his head still and kiss him once more, almost feeling his frustration leave his body. "You ruined my race." He murmured against her lips.
"Yeah, but I bought Italian food home for dinner."
"I can forgive you for that." He pecked her lips and walked into the kitchen with Y/N still in his arms.
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