Deceit
Fic written for a prompt over at motorskink
Prompt: In the old f1 slash kink there was a prompt for Rob Smedley/Raffaela Massa. I'd love to read some more!
Rating: Blue flag.
Pairing: Rob Smedley/Raffaela Massa.
Summary: Rob and Raffaela share a secret...
Dislaimer: Never happened. Only in my mind.
Deceit
Rob closes the door to his hotel room, relieved to finally leave the commotion at the club he and some other members of the team ended up at after the race. He kicks off his shoes and goes to sit on the bed, pulls his phone out of the back pocket of his trousers and opens a new text message.
'I'm back at the hotel'
He scrolls through his phone book, stopping at a contact simply named 'R'. He hesitates, bad conscience for a moment getting the better off him, before sending the message. Deleting the sent message he puts the phone on the bedside table. Now all he can do is wait.
Clubs bore Raffaela. They are always too crowded, and the music is usually too loud. Not to mention the drunk people. Now though, there is something, or rather someone, else who makes her want to leave this place. Feeling her phone vibrate in her purse she quickly grabs it to read the just received text message. Unable to hold back a smile, she replies.
'I will be there soon'
Raffaela deletes both messages, puts her phone back in her purse and looks around for Felipe. She finds him at the bar, talking to Michael, and she pushes her way through the crowd towards them. When she approaches Felipe instantly wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to him.
"Hi darling, having fun?"
"I think I'll go back to the hotel, I'm getting tired."
Felipe frowns. "Already?"
"Yeah, I want to go to bed. See you later, okay?"
"You don't mind if I stay?"
"Of course not, you should celebrate."
"I could walk you back..."
"No, I'll be fine," Raffaela assures him. "Stay for as long as you want."
“Are you sure?”
“I'm sure."
Rob stands by the window, checking his watch for the tenth time in ten minutes. She should be here any minute now. The wife of one of his very best friends... He knows it is wrong, and there has been times when he has promised himself to end it. But then he sees her again, at a race or at some event, and he just can't bring himself to end it.
Smedley, you're pathetic. What about your family?
His family... He loves his children more than anything, they're his pride and joy. And Lucy... His wife, the woman he has vowed to spend the rest of his life with. Even though things aren't like they were at the beginning of their relationship he can't imagine life without her, and yet here he is, mesmerised by another woman.
At first, when it all started, he tried to ignore it. He was just missing Lucy, and a little jealous that Felipe often had his wife there at races; that was all. Then came the reluctant realisation that, actually, it was more than that. And to his surprise, and horror, she felt the same.
He still remembers the first time he kissed her. Not exactly when and where it happened, but the newness of kissing someone that wasn't Lucy. He'd been ashamed, and promised himself that it wouldn't happen again, but he couldn't get Raffaela out of his mind and it had all progressed from there.
The walk back to the hotel is short, and Raffaela lets her thoughts wander. She knows she shouldn't be doing what she is about to do. There are too many people involved, and she doesn't want to think about what will happen if someone finds out. If asked, she wouldn't even be able to tell when it all started. At first Rob was just Felipe's new race engineer, and Raffaela was happy that they got along so well and that Rob helped Felipe improve. But slowly, somewhere along the way, things changed. She started to notice things about Rob; his startling blue eyes, his smile, his voice; and even though she tried to get him out of her head she couldn't.
Standing in the lift Raffaela closes her eyes, an image of Felipe appearing before her. Felipe with that goofy, happy smile that she loves. Then the image changes, into a tall, brown-haired man with blue eyes and a smile that always makes her weak-kneed.
The lift stops and Raffaela steps out into the corridor, her steps effectively muffled by the carpet as she walks towards the room at the far end. Lifting a hand she knocks softly, and the door is immediately opened. Raffaela smiles at Rob as she is quickly ushered inside and wrapped in a hug. She kicks off her shoes and burrows her face against his chest, sliding her arms around his waist to pull herself even closer to him. She doesn't even reach his shoulders, and she likes the feeling of being completely surrounded by him; it makes her feel safe and protected.
Rob buries his face in Raffaela's hair, inhaling the scent. Some kind of flower, he thinks. Whatever it is, she smells good.
Eventually Raffaela pulls back slightly, and looks up at him. Rob meets her gaze, those big, soulful eyes, and suddenly it is all worth the sneaking around, the fear of being found out. Leaning down he kisses her softly, his stomach making a little flip as she willingly parts her lips and swipes her tongue into his mouth. He briefly wonders what she told Felipe when she left the club, but quickly pushes the thought away. He doesn't want to know.
Without breaking the kiss Rob runs his hands down Raffaela's back and under her top, her warm skin irresistibly soft under his fingers. He feels a slight shiver run through her, and as she pulls away slightly and lifts her arms he quickly pulls the top off. Raffaela smirks at him, and keeps looking into his eyes as she slowly unbuttons his shirt. Pushing it off his shoulders she kisses his collarbone, and Rob closes his eyes as her hands drops to the waistband of his trousers. She makes short work of the buttons, and as she has pushed them down to his ankles she quickly unbuttons her own jeans. Rob helps her pull them down, and as they both have kicked their trousers aside he lets his gaze run over her.
“You're beautiful.”
Raffaela's heart swells, and she can't hold back a smile. She knows that Felipe loves her, but he hardly ever makes comments like that anymore. Standing on her tiptoes Raffaela kisses Rob again, sliding an arm around his waist. Her free hand goes to the waistband of his boxers, and when she slides it in she finds his cock already half erect. She caresses it lightly, the silky softness, and wraps her hand around it.
Rob quickly pulls his boxers down and steps out of them. He reaches around Raffaela to undo her bra, tosses it aside and tugs insistently at her knickers. Raffaela gets the gist, and quickly pulls them off. Then she is once again pulled close to Rob, his cock trapped between them.
“Bed?” she mutters against his lips, and laughs breathlessly as she is easily picked up and carried over to it.
Rob sits down, still with her in his arms, and she straddles his lap. Gently cupping her chin he leans in, kissing her deeply as he lies down, pulling her with him. Raffaela allows herself to get lost in the kiss, and the shivers Rob's hands running over her back sends through her.
When she eventually pulls back she grins at Rob, kisses his cheek and slowly runs a hand down his stomach. Once again she curls her fingers around his erection. Rob closes his eyes as she starts stroking, and lets the delicious feelings wash over him. Her touches are light and teasing, making him buck his hips for more contact. She chuckles.
“Patience...”
“Goddamn tease.”
Leaning over him, Raffaela nips at his ear.
“You do like it.”
Trailing kisses down his chest and stomach Raffaela relishes in the sounds Rob makes, sounds telling her that he likes what she is doing. She stops just above his now fully rigid length, and blows softly. It twitches, and Rob gasps as she trails a single finger along it. Raffaela smiles, and lets her gaze run over his outstretched body before lowering her head.
Rob moans when he feels her tongue touch the head of his cock. He wants, needs, more but Raffaela keeps teasing him. Just as he is about to grab her head to hold her head in place and demand more, she finally takes him into her mouth. A flash of want rushes through him, and he can't hold back the groan escaping him.
She sucks him harder, working the hand around the base of his cock faster. Rob grits his teeth and fists the sheets when Raffaela relaxes her throat and takes almost of him into her mouth.
His hips buck and she takes the rest of him into her mouth. Rob idly wonders where she learnt to do that, but that thought disappears when she swallows around him and sucks him hard.
“Oh! Fuck!”
Letting him slip almost all the way out of her mouth Raffaela holds the base of his cock, moving her hand up and down as she concentrates on the head of his cock again. She licks, teasingly, and soon Rob can't take it any longer. He grabs her head and gently pushes it down over his cock again, and Raffaela complies. She sucks eagerly, hard, and fisting her hair Rob feels that familiar stab telling him that he is getting close. He touches Raffaela's shoulders to beckon her up, but she ignores him. Rob lets the feelings of pure bliss wash over him, grabbing her head as he lets go and comes with a growl.
Raffaela swallows, and shimmies up along his body to kiss him. Rob's arms come around her, and he gently turns her onto her back.
“Now...” He grins at her, that look in his eyes that always makes Raffaela shiver with lust.
He slowly works down her body, cupping her breasts and lavishing them with kisses. As he nips lightly at one nipple with his teeth Raffaela squirms and presses herself against him, wanting, needing.
Rob merely chuckles against her skin, and moves lower. Licking a wet trail across her stomach he stops between her legs, and Raffaela holds her breath, waiting for his next move.
When Rob's tongue finally touches her where she most wants to be touched Raffaela exhales sharply and shifts closer to him for more contact. Rob puts a hand on her hips, obviously to keep her still, but she still shifts a little when he slowly pushes two fingers into her. He presses them up against her sensitive spot, and desperate for more she starts fucking herself on his fingers. He adds a third, and takes her clit between his lips and sucks on it. The bolt of pleasure that sends through her makes Raffaela arch her back, she groans loudly, and she wants even more. She craves him inside her, not only his fingers. Grabbing his shoulders she pulls him up, and kisses him eagerly. Tasting herself on him is a huge turn on. She reaches down to stroke him again, and straddles his hips.
“Condom?”
Rob motions towards the bedside table, just as eager as Raffaela seems to be. She quickly finds a packet, tears it open with his teeth and resumes her position across his hips. Looking him in the eyes she slowly rolls the condom onto him, positions herself and sinks down onto him. Rob closes his eyes, and feeling himself surrounded by tight, wet heat he grabs her hips and urges her to move.
Rob runs his fingers over her breasts, cupping them gently. He twists her nipples between his fingers, relishing in her groan, before sliding his hands down her stomach. He finds her clit and rubs it hard, and bites back a moan when Raffaela clenches around him.
She leans down to kiss him, and wrapping his arms firmly around her waist Rob turns them around, his cock still inside her. For a moment they're absolutely still, Rob completely buried inside her, until Raffaela lifts a hand and puts it on his cheek. Rob turns his head, kisses it, and as Raffaela runs her fingertips along his lips lightly Rob lets his tongue dart out to lick at them. He parts his lips, takes two of his fingers into his mouth as he thrusts into her again, harder, faster, and Raffaela knows that she won't last long.
She wraps her legs around his waist, moving with him, a stream of words tumbling out of her mouth as she feels the heat between her legs spread, taking over her body. She is barely aware of herself crying out and Rob growling down her ear, thrusting hard into her until they're both tumbling over that blissful edge.
Rob slumps down on top of her, breathless and spent. Eventually he moves off her, only to slump down right next to her on the bed. He idly notices that the sheets are a mess before closing his eyes, letting his breathing and senses return to normal. Opening his eyes slightly he sees Raffaela on her side, gazing at him. She is smiling, a tired but satisfied smile, and Rob can't help but smile back.
He pulls her close, and Raffaela burrows her face against his chest. He is warm, a little sweaty. He runs a hand through her hair and kisses her forehead.
“You're amazing."
Raffaela smiles. Then an image of Felipe flashes into her mind, and she opens her eyes and looks at Rob.
"Why do we do this?"
Images of Lucy, Frankie and Felix pass in front of him and Rob hesitates for a moment, wondering if there even is a good answer to that question.
Because you make me feel seen, wanted and appreciated. "Because we both need it."
Raffaela sighs. "You know what will happen if they find out."
"I know."
Rolling onto her back Raffaela stares up into the ceiling. Rob runs a hand down her arm, and she briefly squeezes it.
"I have to go."
They don't speak as they get dressed. Rob follows her to the door, and as he has checked that the corridor is empty he kisses her and gently ushers her outside.
As the door closes softly behind her Raffaela stands for a moment, trying to ignore the feeling of guilt firmly planting itself in the pit of her stomach. She wants to be able to stay, but knows that she can't. And she wonders just how long it will take before they are caught.
Prompt: In the old f1 slash kink there was a prompt for Rob Smedley/Raffaela Massa. I'd love to read some more!
Rating: Blue flag.
Pairing: Rob Smedley/Raffaela Massa.
Summary: Rob and Raffaela share a secret...
Dislaimer: Never happened. Only in my mind.
Deceit
Rob closes the door to his hotel room, relieved to finally leave the commotion at the club he and some other members of the team ended up at after the race. He kicks off his shoes and goes to sit on the bed, pulls his phone out of the back pocket of his trousers and opens a new text message.
'I'm back at the hotel'
He scrolls through his phone book, stopping at a contact simply named 'R'. He hesitates, bad conscience for a moment getting the better off him, before sending the message. Deleting the sent message he puts the phone on the bedside table. Now all he can do is wait.
Clubs bore Raffaela. They are always too crowded, and the music is usually too loud. Not to mention the drunk people. Now though, there is something, or rather someone, else who makes her want to leave this place. Feeling her phone vibrate in her purse she quickly grabs it to read the just received text message. Unable to hold back a smile, she replies.
'I will be there soon'
Raffaela deletes both messages, puts her phone back in her purse and looks around for Felipe. She finds him at the bar, talking to Michael, and she pushes her way through the crowd towards them. When she approaches Felipe instantly wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to him.
"Hi darling, having fun?"
"I think I'll go back to the hotel, I'm getting tired."
Felipe frowns. "Already?"
"Yeah, I want to go to bed. See you later, okay?"
"You don't mind if I stay?"
"Of course not, you should celebrate."
"I could walk you back..."
"No, I'll be fine," Raffaela assures him. "Stay for as long as you want."
“Are you sure?”
“I'm sure."
Rob stands by the window, checking his watch for the tenth time in ten minutes. She should be here any minute now. The wife of one of his very best friends... He knows it is wrong, and there has been times when he has promised himself to end it. But then he sees her again, at a race or at some event, and he just can't bring himself to end it.
Smedley, you're pathetic. What about your family?
His family... He loves his children more than anything, they're his pride and joy. And Lucy... His wife, the woman he has vowed to spend the rest of his life with. Even though things aren't like they were at the beginning of their relationship he can't imagine life without her, and yet here he is, mesmerised by another woman.
At first, when it all started, he tried to ignore it. He was just missing Lucy, and a little jealous that Felipe often had his wife there at races; that was all. Then came the reluctant realisation that, actually, it was more than that. And to his surprise, and horror, she felt the same.
He still remembers the first time he kissed her. Not exactly when and where it happened, but the newness of kissing someone that wasn't Lucy. He'd been ashamed, and promised himself that it wouldn't happen again, but he couldn't get Raffaela out of his mind and it had all progressed from there.
The walk back to the hotel is short, and Raffaela lets her thoughts wander. She knows she shouldn't be doing what she is about to do. There are too many people involved, and she doesn't want to think about what will happen if someone finds out. If asked, she wouldn't even be able to tell when it all started. At first Rob was just Felipe's new race engineer, and Raffaela was happy that they got along so well and that Rob helped Felipe improve. But slowly, somewhere along the way, things changed. She started to notice things about Rob; his startling blue eyes, his smile, his voice; and even though she tried to get him out of her head she couldn't.
Standing in the lift Raffaela closes her eyes, an image of Felipe appearing before her. Felipe with that goofy, happy smile that she loves. Then the image changes, into a tall, brown-haired man with blue eyes and a smile that always makes her weak-kneed.
The lift stops and Raffaela steps out into the corridor, her steps effectively muffled by the carpet as she walks towards the room at the far end. Lifting a hand she knocks softly, and the door is immediately opened. Raffaela smiles at Rob as she is quickly ushered inside and wrapped in a hug. She kicks off her shoes and burrows her face against his chest, sliding her arms around his waist to pull herself even closer to him. She doesn't even reach his shoulders, and she likes the feeling of being completely surrounded by him; it makes her feel safe and protected.
Rob buries his face in Raffaela's hair, inhaling the scent. Some kind of flower, he thinks. Whatever it is, she smells good.
Eventually Raffaela pulls back slightly, and looks up at him. Rob meets her gaze, those big, soulful eyes, and suddenly it is all worth the sneaking around, the fear of being found out. Leaning down he kisses her softly, his stomach making a little flip as she willingly parts her lips and swipes her tongue into his mouth. He briefly wonders what she told Felipe when she left the club, but quickly pushes the thought away. He doesn't want to know.
Without breaking the kiss Rob runs his hands down Raffaela's back and under her top, her warm skin irresistibly soft under his fingers. He feels a slight shiver run through her, and as she pulls away slightly and lifts her arms he quickly pulls the top off. Raffaela smirks at him, and keeps looking into his eyes as she slowly unbuttons his shirt. Pushing it off his shoulders she kisses his collarbone, and Rob closes his eyes as her hands drops to the waistband of his trousers. She makes short work of the buttons, and as she has pushed them down to his ankles she quickly unbuttons her own jeans. Rob helps her pull them down, and as they both have kicked their trousers aside he lets his gaze run over her.
“You're beautiful.”
Raffaela's heart swells, and she can't hold back a smile. She knows that Felipe loves her, but he hardly ever makes comments like that anymore. Standing on her tiptoes Raffaela kisses Rob again, sliding an arm around his waist. Her free hand goes to the waistband of his boxers, and when she slides it in she finds his cock already half erect. She caresses it lightly, the silky softness, and wraps her hand around it.
Rob quickly pulls his boxers down and steps out of them. He reaches around Raffaela to undo her bra, tosses it aside and tugs insistently at her knickers. Raffaela gets the gist, and quickly pulls them off. Then she is once again pulled close to Rob, his cock trapped between them.
“Bed?” she mutters against his lips, and laughs breathlessly as she is easily picked up and carried over to it.
Rob sits down, still with her in his arms, and she straddles his lap. Gently cupping her chin he leans in, kissing her deeply as he lies down, pulling her with him. Raffaela allows herself to get lost in the kiss, and the shivers Rob's hands running over her back sends through her.
When she eventually pulls back she grins at Rob, kisses his cheek and slowly runs a hand down his stomach. Once again she curls her fingers around his erection. Rob closes his eyes as she starts stroking, and lets the delicious feelings wash over him. Her touches are light and teasing, making him buck his hips for more contact. She chuckles.
“Patience...”
“Goddamn tease.”
Leaning over him, Raffaela nips at his ear.
“You do like it.”
Trailing kisses down his chest and stomach Raffaela relishes in the sounds Rob makes, sounds telling her that he likes what she is doing. She stops just above his now fully rigid length, and blows softly. It twitches, and Rob gasps as she trails a single finger along it. Raffaela smiles, and lets her gaze run over his outstretched body before lowering her head.
Rob moans when he feels her tongue touch the head of his cock. He wants, needs, more but Raffaela keeps teasing him. Just as he is about to grab her head to hold her head in place and demand more, she finally takes him into her mouth. A flash of want rushes through him, and he can't hold back the groan escaping him.
She sucks him harder, working the hand around the base of his cock faster. Rob grits his teeth and fists the sheets when Raffaela relaxes her throat and takes almost of him into her mouth.
His hips buck and she takes the rest of him into her mouth. Rob idly wonders where she learnt to do that, but that thought disappears when she swallows around him and sucks him hard.
“Oh! Fuck!”
Letting him slip almost all the way out of her mouth Raffaela holds the base of his cock, moving her hand up and down as she concentrates on the head of his cock again. She licks, teasingly, and soon Rob can't take it any longer. He grabs her head and gently pushes it down over his cock again, and Raffaela complies. She sucks eagerly, hard, and fisting her hair Rob feels that familiar stab telling him that he is getting close. He touches Raffaela's shoulders to beckon her up, but she ignores him. Rob lets the feelings of pure bliss wash over him, grabbing her head as he lets go and comes with a growl.
Raffaela swallows, and shimmies up along his body to kiss him. Rob's arms come around her, and he gently turns her onto her back.
“Now...” He grins at her, that look in his eyes that always makes Raffaela shiver with lust.
He slowly works down her body, cupping her breasts and lavishing them with kisses. As he nips lightly at one nipple with his teeth Raffaela squirms and presses herself against him, wanting, needing.
Rob merely chuckles against her skin, and moves lower. Licking a wet trail across her stomach he stops between her legs, and Raffaela holds her breath, waiting for his next move.
When Rob's tongue finally touches her where she most wants to be touched Raffaela exhales sharply and shifts closer to him for more contact. Rob puts a hand on her hips, obviously to keep her still, but she still shifts a little when he slowly pushes two fingers into her. He presses them up against her sensitive spot, and desperate for more she starts fucking herself on his fingers. He adds a third, and takes her clit between his lips and sucks on it. The bolt of pleasure that sends through her makes Raffaela arch her back, she groans loudly, and she wants even more. She craves him inside her, not only his fingers. Grabbing his shoulders she pulls him up, and kisses him eagerly. Tasting herself on him is a huge turn on. She reaches down to stroke him again, and straddles his hips.
“Condom?”
Rob motions towards the bedside table, just as eager as Raffaela seems to be. She quickly finds a packet, tears it open with his teeth and resumes her position across his hips. Looking him in the eyes she slowly rolls the condom onto him, positions herself and sinks down onto him. Rob closes his eyes, and feeling himself surrounded by tight, wet heat he grabs her hips and urges her to move.
Rob runs his fingers over her breasts, cupping them gently. He twists her nipples between his fingers, relishing in her groan, before sliding his hands down her stomach. He finds her clit and rubs it hard, and bites back a moan when Raffaela clenches around him.
She leans down to kiss him, and wrapping his arms firmly around her waist Rob turns them around, his cock still inside her. For a moment they're absolutely still, Rob completely buried inside her, until Raffaela lifts a hand and puts it on his cheek. Rob turns his head, kisses it, and as Raffaela runs her fingertips along his lips lightly Rob lets his tongue dart out to lick at them. He parts his lips, takes two of his fingers into his mouth as he thrusts into her again, harder, faster, and Raffaela knows that she won't last long.
She wraps her legs around his waist, moving with him, a stream of words tumbling out of her mouth as she feels the heat between her legs spread, taking over her body. She is barely aware of herself crying out and Rob growling down her ear, thrusting hard into her until they're both tumbling over that blissful edge.
Rob slumps down on top of her, breathless and spent. Eventually he moves off her, only to slump down right next to her on the bed. He idly notices that the sheets are a mess before closing his eyes, letting his breathing and senses return to normal. Opening his eyes slightly he sees Raffaela on her side, gazing at him. She is smiling, a tired but satisfied smile, and Rob can't help but smile back.
He pulls her close, and Raffaela burrows her face against his chest. He is warm, a little sweaty. He runs a hand through her hair and kisses her forehead.
“You're amazing."
Raffaela smiles. Then an image of Felipe flashes into her mind, and she opens her eyes and looks at Rob.
"Why do we do this?"
Images of Lucy, Frankie and Felix pass in front of him and Rob hesitates for a moment, wondering if there even is a good answer to that question.
Because you make me feel seen, wanted and appreciated. "Because we both need it."
Raffaela sighs. "You know what will happen if they find out."
"I know."
Rolling onto her back Raffaela stares up into the ceiling. Rob runs a hand down her arm, and she briefly squeezes it.
"I have to go."
They don't speak as they get dressed. Rob follows her to the door, and as he has checked that the corridor is empty he kisses her and gently ushers her outside.
As the door closes softly behind her Raffaela stands for a moment, trying to ignore the feeling of guilt firmly planting itself in the pit of her stomach. She wants to be able to stay, but knows that she can't. And she wonders just how long it will take before they are caught.