From Deep End to Surface and Everything In Between (Sebastian Vettel FanFic)

Bahrain

'I'll see you later?' Seb asked with a wide grin, meeting a blank look from Scar. Later. For what? 'My day is fully booked, rain check?' She flashed an apologetic smile as she didn't know what she was declining for. 'Next time.' Scar frowned when she looked at Seb's half-smile. She approached him until she stood in front of him. With quick looks to her sides, she landed her lips briefly on his. She smiled into the kiss when the familiar warmth landed her leaping heart, making it beat quicker.
'I'll try to find time to meet up with you during the weekend. The first weekend on track, so it's a little crazy...' She mumbled before backing up, keeping her eyes locked on Seb's, who looked instantly more cheered up. Then she turned on her heels and disappeared to drop off her stuff before heading out to the race circuit to meet up with Graham, who had arrived a day earlier.

Her mouth flopped open when she took in the madness around her. There were hundreds, no, thousands of people speeding past her whilst she navigated through the paddock towards F1's motorhome. She nearly cried with relief when she finally reached her destination and stepped through the doors into the familiar white corridor full of former world champion portraits. Her curiosity prevented her from walking past Seb's picture to admire his youthful looks before moving forward. A wicked grin played on her lips when she thought all their shared events when they were both still new to the star athlete scene. That was ages ago. He was still a star, and she was, well, in brief, a mess. She continued her journey to meet Graham, and the madness began.

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Scar managed to see Seb next time on Sunday before the race. She had received a bizarre call from Seb claiming he needed her support to verify some bullshit items related to PR. Nothing to do with her. Against her better judgement, she fell into his ridiculous explanation. she was on her way towards Seb driver's room as per his instructions until she stood before a white door, her hand hovering above the handle, but she decided to knock first. 'The door is open, so help yourself in. I'll join you in a minute.' She hesitated again and was about to turn away when the door was opened wide open, revealing beaming Seb. 'What are you just standing there? Get in.' He grabbed her hand and pulled her inside, making her yelp of the sudden move.

She gulped when she stumbled on Seb's chest, clinging onto his shoulders to maintain her balance. His strong arms pushed her tightly against his body. 'Mishap?' Seb's amusing voice asked, and irritation flashed through her. Know-it-all. 'I tripped.' She muttered when she pushed her off him whilst keeping her eyes focused on the room. It was neat, small with necessity furniture and tons of fan items. 'You were signing these?' She asked when she lifted a gap from the table with his signature on it. 'Hmm, to kill time. We give away hundreds of them every weekend.' She nodded to his words and kept going the items: brochures, cards, T-shirts... endless things.

His hands snaked around her waist, pulling her back tightly against his muscular body. Involuntarily, a sigh escaped through her lips. She had missed him. 'I have missed you.' He whispered, and her body became stiff when his words washed over her. She hadn't expected hi to mirror her feelings. She stepped out of his grip to continue exploring the space further. She spotted his race suit laying on his massage bed. After a couple of strikes, she was able to touch his racing suit, which was surprisingly thin between her digits. She turned around to say something to Seb, but his lips landed firmly against hers, filling her senses with his aftershave. She melted against him when the kiss became more intense, and Seb's smirked tickled her lips. 'Shut up.' She murmured but yelped when Seb's tongue captured her, and they fought over the dominance. 

She gasped when her back tights hit against the cool metal, making her stumble on her steps. Seb reached forward and scooped her firmly against his chest once again. Her eyes skimmed across his faces when his heated one poured down on her. 'Scar...' He murmured when his hand gently grasped her cheek, caressing it with his thumb in assuring matter. She leaned into his touch, a purr passing her lips. 'Breath, Scar. I can only imagine how busy your mind is right now.' He murmured when their gaze locked. Despite his consumption over her fully, her mind was racing, building and imaging something that would happen, and many 'what if' scenarios. 'Scar.' His voice was gentle, calling her back to the present time. She flashed an unsteady smile in his direction. He had learned too quickly how her mind worked.