WISTERIA , Oscar Piastri

Eighteen

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The two teammates  navigated their way through the lively crowd, making their approach to the dance floor. Initially, Oscar felt a twinge of self-consciousness, but as he drew nearer to Maeve, her radiant smile acted like a magnetic force, pulling him into the vibrant rhythm of the music and the infectious carefree atmosphere surrounding them.

Surprising and delighting Maeve, Oscar joined her on the dance floor. Maeve, her laughter ringing out like a melody, spun Oscar around, relishing the joyous moment they shared. "What's caught your eye?" she teased, noting his focused gaze.

"Just absorbing the beauty of my girlfriend," Oscar responded, his admiration evident in the depth of his eyes. Maeve's smile broadened, and she playfully initiated a tender kiss.

The kiss, a gentle exchange of affection, spoke volumes. As they separated, Oscar couldn't help but express his feelings, a hint of disbelief colouring his words. "God, this feels like a fever dream."

Maeve chuckled, finding his comment endearing. Before she could reply, Oscar, swept away by the enchanting moment, pulled her in for a more intense kiss. Their connection seemed to harmonize seamlessly with the music enveloping them.

Amidst their embrace, the playful taunts from their friends broke the enchantment. Charles couldn't resist a theatrical shout, "Geez, get a room!"

Max, always blunt, added with a smirk, "Yeah, I don't want to witness any live-action porn." The couple laughed, briefly disengaging from the profoundness of the moment. Oscar, a mischievous glint in his eyes, decided to humour Charles's suggestion quite literally. "Okay," he said, seizing the opportunity. Gently, he took Maeve's hand and guided her away from the pulsating dance floor.

"Where are you off to?" Lando inquired, curiosity etched on his face.

"Getting a room," Oscar replied with a sly smile, leaving the statement open to interpretation. Lando, catching the nuance, playfully smirked.

"Oh, good luck to you, Oscar!" Lando called after them, adding a cheeky remark.

Lewis, unable to resist joining the fun, shouted, "Use protection, you're a baby, no babies for you!" His comment incited laughter from the surrounding group.

Seb, with an amused smile, chimed in, "You're turning into a grid dad, Lewis."

"No, I am not!" Lewis attempted to protest, but the good-natured teasing continued, fostering a lighthearted atmosphere among the friends. Oscar and Maeve, enveloped in their private world, strolled outside, their laughter resonating through the night.

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Oscar's room felt too silent as he closed the door behind them, shutting out the noise of the lively city. Maeve, a few steps ahead, gracefully kicked off her heels, turning back to wait for him. A soft smile played on his lips as they stood in companionable silence, savouring the simple pleasure of being in each other's presence.

The atmosphere shifted, and with a shared understanding, they closed the gap between them, their steps quickening until they met in the middle of the room. Oscar couldn't help but smile, a tenderness in his eyes. Without hesitation, he drew her into a kiss, his fingers tangling in her hair as he sought a firmer connection.

In the cocoon of their embrace, time seemed to stand still. Their lips danced together with passion and longing. Briefly breaking away for a breath, Oscar's eyes bore into hers, a silent reassurance of the depth of his feelings.