THE END | Oscar Piastri

22. so it goes...

sav's pov

Success is really attractive.

So are race suits.

Lando started from p7 this morning, and ended up finishing p2. The five place jump still incredibly impressive to me despite the knowledge of the two crashed cars.

He holds my hand in his, the back of his hand resting gently on my thigh. He drives with a knee and one hand. "So what's the plan tonight?" I ask, squeezing his hand to gather more of his attention.

The usual flat look of concentration on his face is lightened with a small smile. "Carlos wants to go out, probably to clubs. But only if you're up for it." He squeezes my hand back with equal pressure, a glance my way as he tries to gather some glimpse of my expression.

I hum out contently. "Sounds like it could be fun. I think I brought clubbing clothes so I should be good." Half the time I pack on autopilot, so I never really know exactly what I've thrown in my suitcase. But a small dress usually gets thrown in there.

Or not. "No!" I complain very loudly, throwing down the piles of clothes in my hands. Lando appears by my side, making  quick movements from the bathroom across the room.

He crouches down beside me as I'm sat on the floor in front of the suitcase. "I didn't pack any heels." I explain, turning to him with a slight pout on my face. He doesn't reply for a moment, thinking of a solution himself. "I could go buy you a pair real quick. I'm sure I could find some." He suggests while trying to do up the remaining buttons on his shirt. He looks up at me again, giving up on the buttons. I can't complain, he looks better with them undone.

"Or you could wear your Nikes or your Louis Vuitton's." Another suggestion. Though I don't feel like my blazers would go well with the dress I have on.

A sharp inhale is drawn in from his nose. I hadn't realized I'd been staring at him slightly exposed chest until he did that. "Or we could stay here. Just the two of us." An irresistible smirk across his lips.

I tilt my head to the side, grabbing onto his jaw. I leave a short kiss on his lips. "Nice try, but no. You already told Carlos we would hang out with him." I shake my head, reminding him of the promise he had name to a close friend of his. It would be a shame if he didn't follow through just cause he wasn't thinking with his upstairs head.

A groan from him at the rejection of his suggestive ideas. "We can make up an excuse. Tell him you don't feel well all of the sudden." He tries harder to persuade me, chasing my lips and I pull back. I stand up, walking the few steps to pick up the Louis Vuitton's.

He's still crouched to the floor when I look back at him. He looks up at me with pleading eyes. It makes my knees nearly give out, the sight of him. "No." I solidify my stance, the word coming out firm.

He tilts his head like a confused puppy. I shake my head, turning away from his kneeling figure. "Go finish getting ready." I say with my back turned to him, picking out pieces of jewelry from the bunches that sit on the nightstand.

His shuffling around is my only response. I hear his slow steps draw nearer, but I still don't turn. The feeling of his arms comes around my middle, the pressure of his head adding to my shoulder.

His lips connect to my neck, soft kisses being placed along my exposed collarbones. My hands find his over my stomach, an intention to pull them away from me isn't followed through. My head moving subconsciously to the side, giving him more of a surface area to work with.

"Lando." A breathy warning. I'm not sure I'll be able to stop anything if he starts it. Some sense is found in the muddle he's made of my mind. I undo his arms from around me, stepping away with the Tiffany necklace in my hand.