Formula 1 One-Shots (II)

Ollie Bearman [Fist Kiss]

A/N Suggested by Elsi692

WORDS: 1003

PROMPT: "Seeing you smile makes it so hard not to kiss you right then and there."
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I step into the small, cozy coffee shop, the bell above the door ringing softly. The scent of fresh coffee lingers in the air, filling me with the warmth of the shop's rustic charm. I am early, as usual, with people scattered everywhere because it has just opened. The hum of music plays softly in the background, adding to the cozy atmosphere.

Walking through the crowd is easy, and I manage to get to my favourite spot just by one of the windows. It's the ideal place to watch the world go by while it stops here. It doesn't take long for me to scatter my pens and notebook, preparing to wait for Ollie, because I know his sense of time by now. Scribbling down thoughts, the outlines of a poem I'd like to write, and some mindless sketches fill the pages, making the time go by.

I don't even notice the constant opening and closing of the door, but when Ollie steps through, it's like I can feel it. I look up, only to be met by his familiar smile, which always makes my heart flutter. His hair is messy, and he wears that old leather jacket his dad handed down to him. The room feels warmer with his presence, even though it wasn't cold before.

"Hello, pretty woman," Ollie greets me with his usual soft tone. He leans down, brushing his lips over my cheek for a greeting kiss before sitting down in front of me. I feel a slight blush rising on my cheeks.

"You're late," I tease him with a soft tone, closing my notebook and placing it on the table between us.

"Only by a few minutes." Ollie grins, knowing it's his style to be fashionably five minutes late, and orders a cappuccino from the waitress. His eyes barely leave my face.

We sit in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the people drift by the window in their own hectic rhythm while inside the cafe, everyone seems so calm. I can't stop myself from thinking that Ollie always makes me feel like we're the only ones in the world. When he's around, even the loudest places quiet down.

He reaches across the table, taking my hand gently. His touch always sends a shiver down my spine, and my heart skips a beat. I can't stop myself and just smile at him.

Ollie's gaze softens, and his thumb begins to brush over the back of my hand like he's trying to memorize every small detail of my skin. "Seeing you smile makes it so hard not to kiss you right then and there," he says in a low voice, a bit of playfulness in it, but at the same time, there's intensity in his words.

My breath catches in my throat. I've heard him say similar things before, but today something in his words feels heavier. My heart races, and the words slip out before I can stop them.

"Then why don't you?" I question him, pulse drumming in my ears while I wait for his response. We've been seeing each other for a while now, and he hasn't attempted to kiss me once.

Ollie chuckles. "Because," he says softly, leaning in slightly, just centimetres away from me. "I know you'd like to take this slow, and I want to make sure I don't rush anything with you." I blink at him, my heart fluttering. Usually, he gives back a flirtatious answer, but never something like what he just said.

"But sometimes, I wish I didn't have to wait," he admits, his voice low now, and he leans back slightly, still holding my hand. "I want you to know how much you mean to me."

The words flow between us, and I feel the weight of them settle right above my heart. We've known each other for a couple of months by now, dating, as I would like to call it, even though others would say that without a kiss, we are nothing. His touch always gives me a lingering feeling of home, pulling me closer to him by heart.

I smile softly at him and squeeze his hand. "I know, Ollie," I mumble, feeling my voice tremble. "I feel it."

Ollie grins like he just won something. Then, he lifts our intertwined fingers, pressing a soft kiss to the back of my hand. "Then I guess we just have to wait for the right time."

I'm not sure if I even want to wait anymore, tired of the space between us, tired of the unspoken things between us. Without thinking, I pull my hand out of his and reach up to gently cup his cheek. Now, Ollie is the one whose breath hitches in his throat, and for a moment, we just stare at each other.

"I don't want to wait anymore," I whisper, my voice barely audible above the noise of the people. "Ollie, I..." Before I can even finish, Ollie's lips brush over mine for a soft kiss. For a second, I freeze, my mind spinning because his lips send electricity down my spine, and if something shifts inside me, I lean into the kiss, trying to give everything back that I feel for him.

It isn't a passionate kiss, but it's filled with everything we might not have been able to say out loud yet. It's gentle, slow, and has something intimate to it, even though it's in a public space. Ollie's hand comes to rest on my neck as he deepens the kiss just slightly.

When we finally pull back, both of us are breathless, and we rest our foreheads against each other.

"That," I mutter, trying to find the right thing to say, "was worth the wait."

Ollie grins, his thumb gently stroking my cheek. "You have no idea," he replies softly, his voice thick with emotion. I lean in again, kissing him one more time, certain it won't be the last one we share today—and especially not for the future.