i'm guiding your chin to my lips / using only my fingertips
♫⋆｡♪₊˚ pierce the veil - song for isabelle
(gn reader / fluff to suggestive-ish / 846 words) watching the sunset on the beach with oscar
THE SAND BENEATH YOUR FEET SINK WITH EACH STEP, STILL DAMP FROM WHERE THE TIDE HAS PUSHED ONTO THE SHORE. ahead, the sun slowly sinks below the horizon. its light casts a golden glow across the world. it highlights the ridges of the waves when they push and pull onto the land. the breeze rustles a few nearby tree leaves. their shadows dance along the shore.
beside you, OSCAR PIASTRI slips his hand into your own. you shiver when the cool metal of his watch brushes against your arm. his knuckles brush against yours for just a moment before his fingers trail against your palm. he intertwines your hands together like it’s second nature, offering your hand a gentle squeeze with a fond smile.
“thank you for inviting me here,” you say. you gently knock your shoulder against oscar’s, playfully leaning your body against his own. he chuckles in response, giving your hand another squeeze as you come to pause near the edge of the shore.
ahead of you, the sun has slowly begun to slip out of view. the nearby trees sway in the breeze. the tide laps against the sand every few seconds, stretching as far as your eyes can see. the sky above fills with hues of pink and blue. the swirl together among the clouds. “it really is beautiful.”
oscar smiles, soft and fond. you had seen it before — after races when his mother would wrap him into a tight hug; on the paddock when a fan told him he was her inspiration to start karting; on your phone while scrolling through social media when you had gone to dinner with his sisters. you hadn’t noticed it, then. but it was impossible to miss now. "yeah, it is."
“so cheesy,” you groan, but it lacks any malice.
oscar simply laughs. he pulls you back into his hold until your back meets his chest. you spin until you’re both facing the sunset, watching the silhouette of a few birds cutting through the sky. their cries fill the otherwise quiet beach.
he leans in, pressing a chaste kiss against your temple. you find yourself smiling along, enjoying the serenity of the moment while it lasts. oscar startles when the water brushes against his bare feet. he jumps, hands finding your waist as he clings to you. your hands find his shoulders in return. you can feel the warmth of his chest and his slowing heartbeat. “are you okay?”
oscar flushes beneath your gaze. heat floods his neck and runs to the tips of his ears, tinting the skin a soft shade of pink. he nods sheepishly, taking a small step back towards the sand. “the water’s cold.”
“oh, poor oscar,” you tease. you raise a hand, pushing a stray strand of hair back into place. the wind had rustled the careless style leaving a few pieces of hair sticking up at an odd angle. oscar rolls his eyes but leans into your touch nonetheless. “is it too cold for you?”
he wraps his arms around you tighter, hands tracing the curve of your waist until they come to rest against your hips. your breath hitches when his fingertips dip just beneath the hem of your bottoms, teasingly running his nails against the hidden skin beneath. your own hand falls lower on his chest, now pressing against his sternum.
oscar leans in until you can feel his breath ghosting against your lips. your own heartbeat pounds in your ears, blocking out the sound of the birds chirping nearby and the slow hum of the tide. your eyes flutter shut when his nose brushes against yours. oscar smirks. “maybe you should warm me up,” he murmurs.
you part your lips to reply but oscar is faster. his left hand finds the curve of your jaw, cradling your face as he tilts to the side. his lips meet yours with fervor. they’re soft against your own from the mint chapstick he had applied hours earlier. he tugs you closer with his right hand, stepping back into the cold water and pulling your body flush against his own.
your own hand curls into oscar’s hair. your fingertips weave through the overgrown strands at the nape of his neck, gently tugging as you fight for dominance. you’re rewarded with a quiet noise that sends heat through you. still, he doesn’t let up, teasingly running his tongue against your bottom lip.
you pull away with a gasp, lungs burning for air and lips newly swollen. oscar smiles. his cheeks are flushed and his hair is even more dishevelled than it was earlier. the sun has almost completely disappeared. darkness slowly begins to fill the sky as its light dips beneath the curve of the earth.
“let’s go home?”
“yeah,” you nod, breathless. your hand falls from the name of his neck to rest against his shoulder. his skin feels hot beneath your palm. you take half a step closer, tugging oscar closer so your lips nearly brush against the shell of his ear. “so you can finish what you started.”
notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! f1 reqs are open and greatly appreciated <3 written for ME after whatever the hell happened in canada, can someone unhex alex albon please, experimenting with more suggestive endings kinda sorta, this is set in melbourne btw i didn't make that clear but oh well
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