𖤐 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑻𝑾𝑬𝑵𝑻𝒀-𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬:
╰┈➤ a visitor unvisited ༉‧₊˚.

SALTBURN HAD BEEN BOOMING WITH MUSIC and laughter. Like Elspeth planned, there'd been nearly two hundred people filling each hall of Saltburn, few of whom actually knew who Oliver was.

Meredith had her body leaned against Felix as his arms snaked around her from behind. He had the bottom side of his cheek rested against her head, careful not to mess with the golden halo she had over her head, a headpiece symbolizing an angel to go along with his outfit.

The couple had been at the bottom of the steps in which Oliver had been being celebrated on. His cake was held in front of him and he had a smile lit by the very candles decorating the dessert.

While Meredith was singing Happy Birthday to the boy, Felix was just humming the tune, and the brunette could feel the vibrating of his neck against her own.

Oliver blew out his candles and anytime someone did, Meredith would always wonder what they'd wished for. Oliver's wish, in particular, fascinated her immensely.

Meredith glanced up at Felix, her eyes searching for answers. His hazel eyes twinkled mischievously as if he knew something she didn't. "What do you think Oliver wished for?" she whispered, leaning closer to him.

"Fuck if I know," he said, utterly careless as he bumped off of the girl and took a swig of beer.

Meredith rolled her eyes at Felix's response, not expecting any profound insight from him. She turned her attention back to the festivities, watching as Oliver's face lit up with joy as everyone cheered and clapped for him. The room buzzed with excitement, a palpable energy that filled every corner.

AS THE NIGHT WORE ON, the music shifted to a slower melody, and couples started to take to the dance floor. Meredith could feel Felix's grip tighten around her waist, his fingers tracing gentle circles on her back. She closed her eyes, letting herself get lost in the music and the warmth of his embrace.

They swayed together, their bodies moving in perfect harmony with the soft rhythm. Meredith could hear the faint whispers of the lyrics, mingling with the sound of their breathing. It felt like they were in a world of their own, cocooned by the enchantment of the moment.

She readjusted her position, turning around and wrapping her arms around his neck. She'd just barely been tall enough, though, even in heels. The illuminating blue light was dark, but just enough for Meredith to see Felix's smile as he gazed down at her. His eyes held a tenderness that made her heart flutter and she couldn't help but wonder what he saw when he looked at her, what secrets lay hidden in the depths of his hazel eyes.

"What are you thinking?" she asked softly, breaking the silence between them.

Felix's lips curved into a gentle smile, voice barely above a whisper as a devious glint caught in the flicker of his eye. "That it's crowded in here."

Meredith threatened to give a playful eye roll. Between the smile and the lust in the boy's eye, it was clear what he was implying.

She drifted her hand down his torso and ultimately grabbed ahold of his hand as she guided him past the crowd of people.

Felix had backed down likely five or six bottles of beer now and though his tolerance was much higher than Meredith's, he still was stumbling with each step he took.

With a light giggle, the girl felt as the refreshment of the air outside hit her like a gust of wind.

She tugged on her boyfriend's hand as he followed behind her into the entrance of the maze and eventually, the center.

There hadn't been a single other person in sight and it'd only been she, Felix, and the bronze Minotaur statue.

Felix nearly tripped over himself, he let out a loose laugh as he balanced himself against the statue. But instead of regaining his balance entirely, he cut off Meredith's laughs with a simple connection of their lips. He had his hands fixated on either side of her face, holding it perfectly in place for him to have her right then and there.

She was smiling into the kiss, the soft warmness of her palms resting upon the back of Felix's strong hands.

As their lips danced together in the moonlit maze, Meredith could feel the intensity of their connection. The world around them faded away, leaving only the sensation of Felix's touch and the taste of his kiss. Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other.

Felix's hands began to roam, exploring the curves of Meredith's body with a hunger that matched his desire. His fingers traced the line of her spine, sending shivers down her spine. Their bodies pressed closer together, molding into one as their hearts beat in sync.

The bronze Minotaur statue loomed over them, its stoic presence adding an air of forbidden passion to their tryst. As Felix's kisses grew more fervent, Meredith couldn't help but surrender herself completely to his touch. Every caress, every whispered promise ignited a fire within her, consuming any inhibitions she had left.

Their embrace grew hotter with each passing second, passion fueling their every move. The maze seemed to echo their

love, amplifying the soft moans and gasps between them. Felix's hands were everywhere now, exploring every inch of her body as his kisses became more demanding. Meredith was lost in the pleasure, unable to resist the intensity of his touch.

As their lips mashed together, their tongues danced in packing heat. Their bodies grinding together, the Minotaur statue grew larger, watching over them like a silent, unseen observer. Felix had taken control now, his movements strong and confident. Meredith was putty in his hands, completely at his mercy.

Suddenly, Felix's hands found the backs of Meredith's thighs and gripped them tightly, lifting her with force and placed her atop of the statue's base.

Felix's hands slid lower, his fingers finding their way beneath her dress. Meredith gasped, her legs trembling at the feeling of his touch. She was wet, anticipating the pleasure that was about to come. Felix pulled away from the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he looked into Meredith's. "Can I?"

Meredith nodded with urgency, but any and all words were caught in her throat.

Felix fought a smile, but somehow still gave a tug of one--that teasing smirk he was always so good at. The very one that drove Meredith mad.

With premeditated timing, Felix slowly kissed down her neck and straight down the line that connected the spot between her breasts and her belly button, and ultimately, reached the destination between the girl's legs.

With the tip of his cold fingers, he teased around the fabric of her panties, sending a chill down her spine--and Felix enjoyed this. He enjoyed watching the girl unravel at just the thought of his fingers being so close to her pussy.

And finally, after what felt like minutes to Meredith, he tugged the yellow-lace fabric down her thighs and allowed them to rest at her ankles.

Felix's breath was hot and heavy against her skin as he teased around her clit.

"Felix," She whispered, trying to bite off a moan as she silently pleaded for him to do something that wasn't teasing.

He let out a sound relative to a laugh before finally swiping his tongue against her clit.

Meredith bit her bottom lip between her teeth, rolling her head back in pleasure.

However, there was a figure there. One she could see just barely as her head reclined back. With furrowed brows, once she looked up, she was met with Oliver.

He was just standing there. Watching.

Meredith quickly pushed her skirt down, preventing Felix from moving further and for her confusion to spike onto him.

He looked up from between her legs and followed her gaze, ultimately landing on Oliver.

Quickly, he stood up and Meredith did too.

The girl quickly tugged her panties up and pulled her skirt down further, feeling entirely violated and embarrassed.

Felix wasted no time, though. He stomped to where Oliver was and gave him a shove. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Oliver?"

On a regular day, Meredith might prevent Felix from getting in any sort of fight with Oliver no matter the circumstances, especially on his birthday.

However, tonight, she could truly care less.

She awkwardly crossed her arms over her shoulders and walked past the two and out of the maze. She didn't say anything, just allowed the boys to continue shouting as she walked back to Saltburn.

She'd try to pretend nothing had happened tonight as she walked past, as Farleigh and Venetia stopped her and asked her what was wrong.

She'd smile and shake her head and lie.

And when she'd gotten to her room, she'd sit at her windowsill, curled up with her knees pressed to her torso as she awaited Felix to come to her room and hold her and apologize.

But he didn't.