HURRICANE// JENSON BUTTON

Jenson Button wasn't quite sure what was happening in front of him at the moment, watching the American woman with a soft smile.

Ayla stumbled her way through the living room, a half empty glass of red wine clutched in a death grip in her right hand, music playing softly from the speakers.

She lost her balance once, then twice, then a third time before catching herself on the back of the sleek gray couch, a soft chuckle releasing from her throat as the alcohol made walking very hard.

"You okay there?"

Jenson questioned with an amused chuckle, standing up and walking behind the couch, just in case that he needed to be ready to catch her if she lost her battle with gravity.

"I'm more than okay, I'm fabulous." Ayla slurred her words as she spoke, whilst waving her hand with the wine glass at the vacant floor space between them.

"Dance with me?"

Her cheeks were flushed in a light pink color, her blond hair falling out of the messy bun it had been placed in to, her eyes blinking softly up at the tall British man with a look filled with mischief that was only growing.

"Sure."

Jenson laughed, hesitation evident within his tone whilst holding out his hand, having not been the best dancer, especially not up to Ayla's standards but he couldn't say no to the Blondes grin.

"Come on!"

She exclaimed with a playful laugh, taking his hand immediately, her wine sloshing over the rim of the glass as she dragged him towards the center of the room, her other hand draped around his shoulder, and his reaching for her waist.

The duo swayed gently to the music, Ayla's free hand tracking small patterns in the air while the music changed and continued to hum softly in the background.

"Ouch."

Jenson protested with a hiss, his hand flying to his foot as the American woman lost her balance ever so slightly and stepped in his toes.

"Sorry!" Ayla giggled while leaning her forehead against his shoulder. "I forgot how to move... and you've got big feet."

"It's okay, Ally"

He said with chuckle, a small smile resting on his lips before Ayla started to fall backwards, caught off balance by a dramatic swirl.

Time slowed in that moment before Jenson lunged, his hand reaching out to catch her but he was just a little too late.

Together the duo tumbled over the arm of the couch, cushions flying in all directions around them.

Ayla landed with a squeal of surprise in to Jenson's lap, her head resting on his chest whilst he laid back in the soft pluses cushions, stunned for a heartbeat.

Then before they could even get a word out, Ayla giggled softly whilst looking up at him with eyes full of drunken innocence.

"Hello there." Ayla laughed for a moment, her smile never fading, her cheeks bright pink.

"Are you hurt?"

Jenson whispered, wrapping his arms around her, brushing a strand of hair from her face and behind her ear.

"I'm perfect." She murmured as she began to calm down, her eyes half closed. "You're perfect."

The world was warm inside the living room in at moment, Ayla could feel his heartbeat beneath her ear, and Jenson could feel the shallow breathing of the woman in his arms.

"Glad I could help soften your fall." Jenson whispered, a chuckle releasing from his throat as he gently massaged her head, knowing that it always helped the woman when she was tired.

"Next time." She whispered, lifting her head to look up at him with a sleepy but adoring expression. "You take the lead."

"That would end up with hundreds of broken bones." Jenson chuckled, careful not to jostle her. "But, I guess you have a deal."

The music continued around them, but as they laid there, tangled limbs on the couch that looked like a disaster, Ayla and Jenson found a quiet, heartwarming moment as they stared at each other.

And Jenson couldn't help but feel something tug at his heart, something that he couldn't quite figure out.

Was it friendship or was it more?

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The next morning Ayla Carson stumbled half asleep in to the kitchen smelling the aroma of coffee and waffles causing her smile.

"How are you this morning?"

Jenson Button asked with a smile once he noticed her, removing a waffle from the waffle maker.

"Like shit."

Ayla replied with a grimace whilst sitting down on one of the bar stools, laying her head on the island.

"Shouldn't have had that much wine." He chuckled while pouring her a mug of coffee, sitting it in front of her with a small smile. "Maybe some coffee will help Ally."

"Thank you Jens." She mumbled, looking up at him through her eyes lashes.

"You're welcome." He smiled and added more of the waffle mixer in to the waffle maker. "Do you remember what happened last night?"

Jenson didn't see her body visibly tense up as soon as that question had left his lips, having been busy with the breakfast that he was preparing for them.

"No, what happened?"

Ayla said after a moment, deciding that it was better to pretend that nothing had happened, that it was better to shut down any type of feeling that developed down.

She wouldn't allow her to get close to someone else, not after she lost Nathaniel.

It simply wasn't worth the heart break, the emotional damage, the trauma that would have to be relieved.

Ayla couldn't go through that again, she just couldn't.

"You just drunk called Zak Brown and James Vowles to give them a piece of your mind."

Jenson told her with a chuckle, making up the most believable lie that he could in that moment, not wanting to actually tell her the truth, not when she didn't remember herself.

"That sounds like something I would do."

"Yeah, drunk or sober."

"But being drunk makes it better."

"That's because you don't hold back at all."

"Damn right."

A/N:

Hello lovely readers,

A short chapter for you all but a long awaited one. Hopefully it makes sense and is good.

What do you think so far?

I'll see you soon for the next one.

Enjoy!

Thank you~ Jackie