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

Bahrain

She gasped softly when Seb's lips captured her lips gently, letting her control the kiss. The kiss was slow and sensual. Any doubts that she had had in her mind melted away when his presence filled her surroundings once again. She didn't mind when he took control and led the kissing phase, slowly building it deeper. The kiss was twirling her toes. She smirked when his tongue teased her against her lips. His hand worked on lifting her top, and she giggled when the cooler air hit her skin, goosebumps making their appearance when his hands roamed the exposed skin, teasing her when the shirt was slowly lifted higher on her stomach until her bra flashed under the shirt. Much to her pleasure, Seb groaned when he saw the black lace bra peeking under her short. Her ovaries sang like canary birds to his manly voices when they kept the entanglement.

'Seb, we have -' Britta yelled suddenly and swang the door open, eyes wide when her eyes landed on a pair of two people she would never have expected to see tangled to each other. '-problem. The press has a picture of you two.' When the yelling match between the two Germans began, Scar stepped away from Seb's arms and straightened her clothes and hair. She took her phone out of her pocket and saw tons of messages from Emily demanding to know since she and Seb had been together. She shrugged. They weren't together. They were more friends with benefits if she had to put a label on them. Emily's name appeared on the screen, yet she hit decline.

'Britta', she interrupted the yelling match as it slowly creating a headache for her, and the panic was catching up her. 'Please issue a statement where Seb denies the relationship. I imagine it's a photo where we hug or something like that?' Scar shot her eyebrows up to expect an answer from Britta, who looked like she had forgotten she was even there. 'Y-yes, that's right.' Scar sighed whilst pulling her phone out again to decline an incoming call. 'I would appreciate it if you send out a statement where you decline the relationship. Seb and I are friends. You can even state that our friendship began when we both had the same sponsors during his Red Bull days. I'll handle my side of things.' She didn't hear Britta's comments when she stared at Emily's recent text. 'Graham saw the photos... He's furious and demands to speak to you at once. I'm at F1's hospitality.'

'That piece of shit...' She hissed, annoyed. She lifted her eyes to meet both German's gazed lock on her. 'Is there a problem?' her voice had a hint of impatience. Seb and Britta shared a careful look before Seb began. 'I'm hesitant to deny our relationship.' She furrowed her eyebrows. 'What relationship?' She interrupted him, looking visibly confused by his words. 'We're not together. It has been about sex, right?' She stated bluntly and looked at him, expectedly to confirm her thinking.

Seb had turned paler, yet she didn't understand where his way of thinking was coming from. Seb looked like he was in severe pain when Britta stepped in. 'Clearly, this is a private moment, and I should step out -' Scar shook her head firmly before she made her way towards the door as she saw it her only way out of the room and the situation to deal with her future at current job and with her manager. 'I'll go so you guys can sort out the situation with the statement. Could you maybe push it out as soon as possible?' Both Seb and Britta opened their mouths to say something, but Scar sprinted out of the room. 'Text me when you're ready to go out.'

She ran to F1 hospitality. She flashed a smile to the waiters before she spotted Emily sitting at the far right-hand corner, glued to her phone, furrow on her features. 'Hi', Scar greeted and quietly carefully when she sat down. Emily lifted her eyes briefly, grunted 'Hi' and went back to strolling her phone. Scar sat before her, patiently waiting to be told off. 'WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?!??!' Scar flinched when Emily finally exploited and started screaming at her. The personnel inside of hospitality threw confused looks towards their direction when Emily's yelling continued. 'Why don't you ever listen? All of the things could have been avoided if you listened.' 

'Emily-'

'You're so stubborn -'

'EMILY!!!' Scar's friend froze and furrowed her eyebrows, shot troubled looks towards her when Emily's monologue was interrupted. 'I have this under control. Seb will issue a statement where he states we are old friends from his Red Bull times who haven't seen each other in a while, hence for hugging. We also point out that there is no relationship between us.' Emily gacked at her and huffed. 'Fine. When is the statement pushed out?'

'Soon.' Scar said, but next second muttered curse words under her breath when she saw Seb's text. 'Scar, I cannot push the statement out when I know it's not true...' Scar lifted her eyes to meet her friends. 'Why are guys such pussies? Change of plans; we need to push the statement out. Please?' Emily rolled her eyes but agreed to write the statement for Scar. In-return, Scar typed something quickly to Seb. 'That's a shame. Not to worry, I'll handle the statement; it will go out pronto. Since we state we are best of mates, I keep my distance for the rest of the weekend. Good luck to race!' There, now to deal with the real problem.

Scar lifted her orbs from her phone towards Emily. 'Do you need anything from me? I need to go check if I still have a job to come back to...' Emily waved her hands. 'Go, go. I got this covered. We'll talk later.' She gave a disapproving look to Scar, to which Scar sheepishly replied. 'I love you.' Scar blew a cheeky kiss, and Emily cracked a soft smile. Scar hurried towards upstairs, jogging along the corridor before she stopped in front of a door stating Graham's name. She knocked on the door and waited. 'Come in.' Let's see what happens.