Formula 1 One Shots

Learning French [Pierre Gasly]

"This is impossible!" Y/N moaned as she was hunched over a French to English dictionary. "How am I supposed to remember all the accents!" Pierre reached up with his hand to move the dictionary that hid her face from him from where he was laying with his head on her lap.

"You learn it and memorise it," Pierre watched as Y/N threw her hands up in exasperation, dictionary in hand as she let out a groan. "This is stupid! Why am I torturing myself like this?"

"Because you made it your New Year's resolution to learn French for me," Pierre smiled up at her, "which I really appreciate."

"I'm giving up." Y/N snapped the dictionary closed and leaned back against the settee, closing her eyes and scrunching her hair up in her hands. "All this masculine and feminine nonsense! Why couldn't it be like English?"

"English was very difficult to learn." Pierre argued. He sat up straight beside her, his fingers intertwined with themselves and laying flat on his stomach. "So many words sound the same but are spelt differently and have very different meanings!" Y/N made a face as if she was about to argue his point, "You know it's true." She stared at him but nodding in surrender and allowing his argument to reign true.

"Let's take a break." Y/N suggested setting the dictionary down on the arm rest beside her, she shuffled closer to Pierre and rested her head on his shoulder, holding onto his arm with one hand and the other reached down to fidget with his intertwined fingers, eventually parting them and wrapping her hand around his.

"No, keep going. I'll tutor you." He said sitting up so that Y/N's head fell off his shoulder.

"No, I just want to cuddle with you now." Y/N whined wrapping her arm over his shoulder to pull him back into the settee so that she could snuggle him once again. Pierre pulled Y/N onto his lap. She straddled his thighs and her arms dropped from his neck to her sides, looking at him in confusion.

"For every word you get correct, you get a kiss." A smile appeared on her lips and she leaned forward to press a kiss to his lips, but he leaned further back and denied her, "Ah, ah, ah, you haven't gotten anything correct yet."

"Oui." Y/N muttered with a smirk, "I spoke French correctly, you owe me a kiss." She leaned forward and stole a kiss before Pierre could even realise what had happened.

"You're getting the hang of it. Tell me the French for this." Pierre leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

"Une joue,"

"Très bon. And this?" He kissed the tip of her nose, gliding his lips across her face, kissing her features and teaching her French in a new way that Y/N was beginning to enjoy very much.

"Un nez... une tempe... une mâchoire... un menton." Y/N spoke as Pierre kissed her. Y/N's eyes had fluttered closed but had blinked open when Pierre ceased kissing her, her eyes immediately finding Pierre to see him smirking at her. He had a smug expression on her face as he watched her and normally Y/N was have slapped him across the head for his behaviour, but she resisted the urge.

"Un cou." She said shifting her head and tapping her neck, a laugh escaped Pierre as he kissed her neck, nipping and nibbling the skin on her neck. Y/N could feel him smile against her skin as he left purple love bites across her neck.

"I think you're getting the hang of this." His voice was muffled against her neck, but she could still understand him.

"Really? I think so too." She grinned mischievously, running her hand through his hair and tugging on the end of his hair. Pierre leaned back his head and laughed while Y/N kissed his jaw, "Your turn."

"I don't need to learn French."

"Hm, didn't realise I needed a reason to kiss you?" She kissed his cheek this time, then his nose and finally his lips.

"Oh, you definitely don't."

"I love you-" Pierre cut her off by shaking his finger in her direction, "Ah, ah, ah"

"J'taime." A muttered against his lips as a ghost of a smile appeared on her own.

"Much better." He said kissing her lips once again.