𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄, o. piastri

xxxiv. mclaren technology centre

6th june 2023, morning
woking, england

oscar's eyes scanned the infamous boulevard of the mclaren technology centre. olivia tried to stifle a giggle as the aussie hunched down, squinting his eyes to make sure the coast was clear.

"i think it's safe. come on." oscar tugged the brunette's arm as he pulled her through the open space and towards an unmarked room.

"os, i don't want to get you into trouble if i'm not supposed to be here."

the aussie shock his head, closing the door, "nonsense, i want you here so no one can stop me."

olivia smirked. oscar felt the wall, flicking on the lights; his eyes studied olivia's expression, her parted lips and the glimmer in her eyes.

"what is this room?" olivia sunk her teeth into her bottom lip as she scanned over the hundreds of trophies lining the wall in one large trophy case.

"the team keeps a lot of their old trophies in here." oscar explained, "i realised a while ago that not many people come in here, so i like to come here when i need a break or to think or... just to remind myself what i have to live up too."

"i don't think you'll have a hard time." the brunette winked at him, "i cant wait to see one of your trophies in one of these." oscar chuckled.

"yeah, well, hopefully. we'll have to wait and see."

olivia smiled walking up to wrap her arms around oscar's neck. his hands instinctively move to hold her hips. "so," she wiggled her eyebrows, "what do you think about when you come here?"

"oh a lot of thing; racing, my schedule, family," olivia giggled, "and of course, i think of you."

"right answer, piastri." oscar hummed. he leaned in, his gaze focused on the brunette's lips. their lips locked oozing sweet passion as they moved against each other.

olivia pressured oscar backwards, his back hitting the solid wall not far behind him. "something doesn't feel right." oscar managed against her lips.

olivia immediately pulled away, her brows furrowed. oscar only smirked, using his grip on her hips to spun them around pushing her up against the wall instead, "better."

the aussie didn't skip a beat, attaching his mouth to olivia's again taking control of the rhythm of the kiss. olivia smiled against his lips.

"is that yours or mine?" oscar sighed as he pulled away. the sound of a phone call startling the pair in the middle of their passionate make out.

"i think it's mine." olivia pulled her phone out of her back pocket and sure enough she was getting a call, "shit, it's delara."

neither oscar or olivia had told anyone about their new relationship, (whatever that was), not even their best friends back home. they had been extra careful when they were in public as well to maintain their privacy.

"well, pick it up!" oscar waved his hands encouraging her to answer.

"de hey!" olivia greeted the curly haired brunette on her screen.

"hi boo! i miss you so much."

"i miss you more!" caleb's voice sounded from off screen, olivia giggled as delara rolled her eyes.

"that's a fucking lie." delara pointed at caleb then turned to olivia on her phone, "he literally forgot that we are seeing you soon."

oscar's eyes widened behind the phone and from olivia's expression he could tell she had also forgotten that caleb and delara were coming to the canadian grand prix.