Formula 1 One-Shots (II)

Oscar Piastri [Ice-Skating]

A/N Wished by 50shadesofbrunette

WORDS: 995

PROMPT: "Just focus on me and try to relax."
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I have a wide smile on my lips as I tie the skates securely to my feet. Today is finally the day I managed to get Oscar to go ice skating with me. He always dismissed it during the season, saying it was too dangerous for him in case he got injured. But during the off-season, he has no excuses. I am way too excited for this day—not only because I love ice skating as a tradition during wintertime, but also as a hobby in general. I am more than happy to share the experience with Oscar.

"Ready?" I ask, looking up at him, probably beaming with happiness.

Oscar hesitates, and I know he's never been ice skating before, not even once as a child. He isn't really the type to try things that require balance, even though he is usually quite coordinated. Usually, when I go on the ice, he sits on the sideline, watches me, and takes occasional videos. But now, he's not able to sit on the side, he has skates on his feet as well.

"I think so," Oscar finally says, his voice unsure, but there's a soft smile on his lips, and I know he's at least trying to be confident.

I reach for his hand and squeeze it reassuringly. "Don't worry. It's easy once you get the hang of it." Usually, Oscar is a quick learner, and I'm sure he'll manage to skate without holding my hand by the end of the session.

I push myself off the railing, gliding smoothly across the ice, testing out how it feels under my skates to make sure I can give Oscar the right instructions for how he should move. Oscar watches me, following my movements closely, since he once told me his eyes are glued to me because he's worried, I'll fall. Finally, Oscar steps onto the ice, his hands gripped tightly on the railing and his feet rather wobbly. I remember how I felt when the ice seemed alive when I first entered it as a child. Then, he just freezes in his movements.

"Just focus on me and try to relax," I tell him and skate back to him, trying to sound encouraging. I brought my patience with me, ready to teach Oscar every step he needed to know.

Oscar swallows, trying to calm himself down, and then he glides one foot forward, then the other. His legs tremble, and I hold his arm a bit tighter to give him a secure feeling. His skates scrape over the ice, and every time there's a little edge in the ice, he almost stumbles.

But I'm alert and steady him until both his feet are back on the ice. "I won't let you fall," I promise him, making Oscar laugh. I'm not sure if it's because he's nervous or amused.

"I'm not so sure about that. I have a feeling I'll be meeting the ice pretty soon."

I raise an eyebrow and shove him playfully, but not too hard to make him lose his balance. "Not while I'm looking after you."

With a deep, calming breath, Oscar takes another step. It isn't great, but he manages to get himself forward. Another step, then another, until he's slowly falling into a rhythm with my movements. His feet are still uncertain, but at least he's gliding smoothly over the ice.

"You're doing it!" I exclaim happily, not surprised he managed to do it so easily. "Look, you're skating!"

Oscar grins but doesn't let his eyes wander from the ice in front of him. His pace is slow, but he's getting the hang of it. It isn't perfect, and I know he'll think he isn't doing well at all, but I try my best to guide him.

"You're right. It's not as bad as I thought," he smiles, his eyes looking at me just for a second before he looks straight ahead again.

"Told you."

We skate in slow, lazy circles, the rhythm of our blades gliding over the ice blending with the music in the background. I feel Oscar's confidence start to rise, pushing away his fear. At one point, he does lose his balance, his feet sliding away, and while he probably braces himself for the impact, I manage to place my arms around his torso, keeping him upright.

"Are you okay?" I ask him, concerned.

Oscar huffs out some air. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... felt like I was going to faceplant for a second."

"You didn't." I giggle and let go of him. "I told you I wouldn't let you fall."

We start skating again, and this time, Oscar manages to look at me from time to time. At one point, I start to skate circles around him, making him laugh softly while he carefully skates forward and manages not to tumble again.

"I think I'm getting the hang of this," Oscar says, his voice light, and I'm sure his nerves have finally disappeared.

I nod, and I'm sure my grin is from ear to ear. "You're doing amazing. I knew you could do it."

We skate together, laughing, talking, and stop for a warm drink in the middle before continuing our skating. The day slips by, and the outside is slowly getting darker. Oscar is confident by now, even though he's still careful, sometimes a bit shaky, but together we manage to have fun. When we feel drained of energy, we leave the ice and change back into our regular shoes.

"Well, I guess I didn't completely embarrass myself," Oscar says with a huff, but with a smile.

I cup his cheek with my hand before reassuring him. "You didn't embarrass yourself at all. You were great."

Oscar looks at his shoes before meeting my eyes again. "Thanks for this. I know it means a lot to you."

I stand up on my tiptoes to press a soft kiss onto his lips. "I'm glad you tried it with me."