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

The Morning After

Oh, Seb and Scar...🙊

What happens next? Read to find out 😉

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Monza, Italy - September 2020

Seb's hands were sliding slowly up upon her tight, creating twinkling feeling to her skin wherever he touched, and his teasing fingers reached her heating core's entrance. She woke up gasping for air from her very vivid dream, aching in-between her tights and rubbing her sweaty forehead with her palm. Breathing heavily in and out, the events from last night flooded back in, and she groaned before she fell back against her pillow. 'Fuck, fuck, fuck', she mumbled in panic and frustrated, pushing her hair backwards out of her face. She reached for another pillow and screamed against it, hoping it would quiet down her tantrum. Then she laid down in complete silence, only hearing her quick breathing in the room, her palms covering her face. What the hell did she do?

She stumbled out of bed, heading to the bathroom, staring at herself from the mirror. Her appearance screamed she had been adequately shagged previous night; flashed cheeks, shiny eyes and the after-sex glow radiating from her. A hysterical giggle escaped from her lips before she shook her head.

She washed her face with cold water repeatedly. She rocked her head side to side, attempting to block the feels, sounds and experience from hours ago. She felt her skin had been burned by his touch as she still sensed him like he was with her if she dared to close her eyes. She sighed frustrated when the flow remained untouched. 'Shit. Emily will know about this... what to do, what to do?' she mumbled in panic, stumbling back to the room, glancing towards her friend's empty bed without giving it too much of a thought. She scooped her phone out before she began an intensive search.

She wasn't a crier, but a panicker? Abso-freaking-lutely. She had always challenged her frustration with sports and specifically in swimming. Therefore, after intensive typing and googling, she had hunted down a local pool, and she was on her way there. Soon enough, she was standing at the edge of the pool, staring into the crystal blue water, ogling with her and drawing her in. She exhaled sharply, put the cap on with goggles and jumped.

The two-second fly felt forever when she flew across the air before her fingers met the familiar, yet foreign surface, and she dove in, water consuming her in. She closed her eyes to feel the water's movements around her body. She was sliding forever before she took the first kick. She was at home and at ease. Her body reminded her why she didn't practise intensively anymore when she felt her shoulder crunch stroke after stroke. She ignored the pain, the hangover, the events from last night and swam. She sought solidarity.

When she pushed herself out of the pool an hour and a bit later, she knew she had to confess to Emerson that she had slept with someone else than him. She could leave out that the guy was Seb. Emerson's didn't have to know everything, right? Most likely he wouldn't even believe her and think it was some kinda a cruel joke to get back to his behaviours before her trip to Monza. She was shocked by her thoughts and stopped drying her hair when she was getting ready to leave the pool. The idea made her sad.

She had always believed and trusted in Emerson, and she had an open and trusting relationship, and they wouldn't judge their mistakes, big or small. Guess, she would see what happens.

She arrived back at the hotel when the others were on their way to breakfast. 'Scar!' Emily called her. She walked close to Scar and looked at Scar's items and her. 'Where did you go?'

'Swimming', Scar smiled, then continued. 'Where were you this morning? You weren't in a room when I left.'

Emily's cheeks turned into a bright red, continuously playing with the edge of her hair when she replied. 'I stayed over at a friend's room. I got pretty hammered last night...' Scar nodded to signal she didn't need further explanation. She lifted the bag higher in the air and threw a smile on her face. 'Fab. I'll join the breakfast in a mo. I'll drop my stuff into the room. Our flight is at midday, right?'