Hi everyone,
Because it's raceweekend, I wanted to update a few extra times. I hope you like it.
xx
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Fabio stayed till Sachsenring. He was still coughing a lot and sleepy. I actually drove us to Sachsenring. In his scary rental sports car, might I add. He slept. The trust that man has in me is unbelievable. I wouldn't even get in the car beside myself. But I managed to get us there in safety.
Before we left Fabio insisted on putting on my bracelet. I hadn't worn it yet, but he made sure I did.
I had my meetings on Thursday late, because Fabio slept till noon. Pecco asked me about the bracelet and was very happy for me.
Thursday night we both were so tired, we were asleep in seconds.
Friday I worked in the clinica mobile doing check ups with Matteo. He noticed how tired I was and asked about it, but I just told him something about not sleeping well. It's really hot here, so that would be a good explanation.
I talked to Dr Zasa about not working in the clinica mobile on Saturday and just focusing on the six riders and he was fine with it. I didn't have much appointments and they all went to Matteo and Marco.
Saturday I was mostly in the VR46 pitbox during sessions. Afterwards I was with Pecco or Fabio. Pecco took pole and Fabio took second. I was happy, Pecco was happy and Fabio was happy he managed this with still feeling ill.
Today is race day. I'm spending today in Fabio's pitbox. I'm quite nervous actually. It's the first race as his girlfriend and I don't know what everyone expects. How do I behave? Do I kiss him and wish him good luck in front of everyone?
Warm-up practice just ended and Fabio is showering. It's disgustingly hot today. I can't imagine how hot it would be to wear the leather suite, let alone drive that bike.
I've been lounging around this morning. I'm still wearing my nightgown and laying on Fabio's bed.
"You know it's almost time for the Moto3 right? Don't you need to get dressed?", Fabio walks in in just boxers. His beautiful body on display, I can't keep my eyes of him.
"It's warm enough to just wear this", I say grinning.
"If you are going in your nightgown, I'm just staying in boxers", he lays down next to me.
"You usually don't wear much more. You only wear a shirt if you need to", I point out. I sit on the side of the bed, looking through my bag. "What should I wear?"
"Something you feel comfortable in", that's such a typical answer only men give.
"Yeah, but do I wear some of your merchandise clothes or Yamaha clothes or just my own clothes?"
Fabio lays his hands on my shoulders, "Relax. I don't think you should wear Yamaha clothes. That's not really fair to Ducati and VR46. You can wear merchandise. But your own clothes is good", he kisses my cheek before getting up to get dressed himself.
I pull a skinny jeans out of my bag to wear, it makes my ass look good.
"But don't I need to wear merchandise to support you, as your girlfriend?"
"You can. But most don't. I've never seen Pecco's girlfriend in merchandise or Marini's"
He is right. They look like models with designer clothes. Wait I have a white body with a v neckline. It shows deep but subtly cleavage. I put that on with my skinny jeans and ankle boots.
"You look stunning, shall we go?", Fabio says, he wears his signature Yamaha shirt, shorts and Nike shoes.
"If you help me with my jewellery, I'm ready", I give him the necklace and bracelet. The necklace hangs beautiful in my cleavage, like it belongs there. Fabio helps me with my bracelet as well and we're on our way to the start of the Moto3.
Unfortunately Riccardo crashed out in the first lap. Tom was almost the entire race outside encouraging Sasaki. Both men are big fans, but Fabio stayed in the pitbox.
Jake Dixon and his wife Sarah are there as well and it's really nice.
Sasaki got fourth and Tom was in a pretty good mood.
I got a text message from Matteo, he needed me. So I excused myself, told Fabio I would be back before the start of Moto2.
Matteo was already waiting for me outside the pitbox, so I took him to Fabio's motorhome.
"So, what's with the S.O.S.?", I ask him when we are sitting inside.
"I got a text message", Matteo looks all nervous.
"What kind of text message?", I don't understand what he's talking about. How bad can it be?
"Marc texted me"
"Wait, Marc Marquez?", I ask confused. I thought they didn't really know each other.
"Yes, yes Julie. Try to keep up", he says a little frustrated. I can't help but smile. It's so cute, seeing him all flustered over a text.
"Okay. And what did it say?", could Marc like him a little?
"He asks if I want to meet up during the summer break, maybe I could help him with his training", he looks all confused at his phone, like he doesn't understand how the text came on his phone.
"I hope you said yes?", I grin.
"I didn't answer yet. I don't even know why he asks. Is it because he needs someone to train him? Is it because he thinks I'm a good physical therapist? Or he wants to be friends? Or maybe more?", He rants.
"Well, I don't know. But I don't think because he needs someone to train him. I think there are enough other trainers wanting to do that. He definitely thinks you're a good physical therapist, I mean you are one of the best. But I don't know if he wants to be friends or likes you as more than friends", I say, I lay a hand on his forearm, "just texted him back and go from there. That's the only way to find out"
Fabio opens the door, walking in. "You okay?", He looks from Matteo to me, questionable.
I shake my head, "We'll be right there", I say, hoping he won't ask anymore questions. Matteo doesn't know I told Fabio a few things and he wouldn't like it if he knew.
Fabio nods, "if I'm not in the pitbox I'm out front watching the start". With that he walks out again.
"Come on, Matteo. Just text. He texted you, so he wants something from you. The only way to find out what that is, is by answering", I tell him.
He sighs, unlocking his phone. "I don't know what to say..", he hands me his phone. I read Marc's text.
*Hi Matteo, I hope you don't mind me texting you. I got your number from Dr Zasa and I wanted to ask you if you wanted to come to Madrid during summer break. Maybe you can help me train a little and enjoy the Spanish sun. Thanks, Marc*, I read. Enjoy the Spanish sun. So more than just train.
" *Ciao Marc, I don't have much planned for summer break yet, so if the Spanish sun is better than the Italian one, I'd like to come for a bit. x Matteo* something like this?", I read out loud. Matteo nods blushing. I send it and put the phone in my back pocket.
"You'll get it back at the end of the day. Come, let's watch the Moto2", I stand, walking to the door.
I take Matteo to the pitbox, but except for the mechanics, it's empty. Fabio is in the pitlane. The guys just start their warmup lap, so we walk to them quickly.
I stand next to Tom, just in time for the start.
We watch the rest of the race from the pitbox and Riccardo joins us after a while. There aren't enough chairs, so Fabio pulls me onto his lap. He protectively puts his arms around me. Riccardo looks a little confused. It feels like Fabio is doing it to show him I'm off limits.
A phone buzzes in my pocket and I look at it without realising it's not mine. I realise it's Matteo's when I see a photo of Marc in swimming trunks without a shirt.
Fabio notices the photo as well, whispering in my ear, "why do you get a photo from Marc Marquez in shorts?"
"Not my phone", I put it back, "Matteo's", I whisper softly in his ear. He looks confused, but I see him connecting things in his head. I just hope he keeps this to himself and doesn't say anything to Matteo.
I think about the picture I just saw. Why would you sent a picture like that of yourself to a guy you barely know? Assuming he isn't gay or confused or anything, why? I can't think of one good reason. I can actually only think of one good reason why you would sent a picture like that, and that's to flirt. But I don't want to get Matteo's hopes up.
"Ma Chérie. I need to get ready", Fabio quietly tells me. I look up and see the race finished. Riccardo is gone and Matteo is staring into nothing like I probably did.
I stand up quickly, getting a little dizzy in the process. Fabio steadies me. "Sorry, I zoned out. I'll come with you"
"Matteo", I lay a hand on his shoulder. He looks up a little frightened. "Do you need to get to the clinica mobile?"
He shakes his head. "Okay, stay here, I'll be right back"
Fabio takes my hand and walks me back to the motorhome. "You need to explain some things", he says.
"You need to race in an hour. You need to focus", I say, laying down for a few minutes. I'm dizzy and tired.
He coughs loudly, "so Matteo and Marc?"
"Maybe. I only know Matteo likes him. Well he likes him a lot. He had a mental breakdown over a text earlier, so yeah", I open one eyes to look at Fabio, "you were pretty protective suddenly?"
He shrugs, "I just wanted to make something clear"
"Ricky is your friend", I just hope they won't let this relationship come between them. He nods, taking his stuff from his closet. His back is to me when he suddenly slides down his boxers, giving me a view of his bare ass, before putting on a longer pair.
"You could've closed your eyes", he cheekily remarks when he turns around.
"You could've warned me, if you wanted me to", I wink.
He slowly walks to the bed, climbing on, on hands and knees. He's hovering over me, leaning on his elbows.
"I still need my good luck wishes", he whispers, goosebumps raising on my skin.
I put my arms around his neck, pulling his lips to me, kissing him hard and passionate. I lock my legs around his waist and my fingernails scratch his back. He tried to get his hands under my clothes, but with my body, that's not possible.
I carefully open my jeans and open the snaps of my bodysuit.
His hands go under and find my breasts underneath my bra. He just holds them, making me moan against his mouth.
A knock interrupts us, "Fabio, you ready?"
It's Tom. We break apart quickly and Fabio stands back up. "Almost"
I fix my clothes, while embarrassment is visible on my face.
I feel a little bad as well. For letting it go this far. But also for distracting him, he has a big race coming up. What would've happened if Tom didn't interrupt us?
"Ma Chérie, you okay?", Fabio asks quietly. He already has his leathers on and his boots. Ready to let Tom help him fit his leathers perfectly.
"Yeah. I just need a minute", I give him a small smile.
"I didn't go to fast, did I?", He looks careful at me.
"No, no, we didn't. I liked it. I just need a minute to calm down. I'll be right there", he looks me in the eyes a few more seconds, before nodding and walking out.
With his back still bare, I can see the scratches I made with my nails. Tom apparently notices it too, "I don't want to know what took you so long", I hear him say to Fabio.