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

The Morning After

'Yeah', Emily said slowly when she scanned Scar's face. 'Are you okay?' Emily asked, catching Scar off-guard. 'Of course. I'll see you in a bit.' Scar's smile remained fixated on her face and kept going towards the lifts.

She turned to breakfast moments later, and sat down next to Emily, greeting the company with a small smile. The drivers looked knackered and hangover, so somewhat odd combo. 'Where did you go last night?' Max asked when he raised his eyes to look at Scar. Her body became stiff of the question, and her eyes widened. Did someone see us leaving last night? We were discreet enough... 'What do you mean?'

'I saw you when we got there, but I didn't see you after we all went to the dance floor -'

'Scar gets tired early, so she usually leaves before 11 pm', Emily hurried to save Scar's sorry arse. Scar kept staring at Max with the hopefully natural look on her eyes. She nodded to Emily's words. 'I saw you leaving your room early in the morning -'

'Max-', she interrupted him as she didn't appreciate the third degree from him - he had no right, but she was getting worried that he knew more than he led on.

'Even though I'm retired, I still practice. I happen to like it a lot.' She gave a meaning to look at him, to signal that she didn't want to talk about her wonderings with him, nor anyone else. The atmosphere had turned into a sore. Max glared at Scar for being told off, whereas she pretended nothing had happened. Something she was master at. Her eyes didn't even flinch when Britta and Seb joined them moments later, blissfully unaware of the events before their arrival.

The group became livelier and chattier once he sat down. Scar sensed his eyes wandering towards her and lingering in her face. She busied herself with breakfast to avoid staring at him too much. Every time their eyes met, his gaze took her back into their adventure in his room; his hands dancing on her skin, his tongue exploring her mouth... Her guilt increased when the events folded in her head repetitively.

Emily cleared her throat to catch her attention. The intimate moment was gone when Scar broke the staring and shot a sheepish smile towards her friend.

'Have you decided what to do with the offer?' Emily inquired quietly when the drivers started teasing each other from the weekend's events. Scar nodded her head. 'It's insane, E', Her body screamed insecurity. 'You have the experience, though, from a different angle. I have trained you for years. The media eats from your palm. What you say, they thrive from your words. Just think about it', Emily pleaded kindly, looking desperate. Scar scanned her face, then the group around her until she met Dan's eyes, staring at us.

A knowing look rose to her expression. 'Love, was Dan, the 'so-called' friend whose room you stayed at?' Emily turned into pale pink, and Scar beamed victoriously. 'Emily!' she shrieked loudly, gathering some looks from our them, and Emily shushed her quickly. 'It's nothing', Emily rambled quietly, looking over her shoulder, in case someone heard them. 'Relax. I don't pride more. Just happy for you.'

'Goodness, Scar. You're such a forever romantic. Nothing is going on. He's not the only guy I have slept with recently', Emily rolled her eyes, looking bemused from Scar's statement. However, a teasing glow didn't leave Scar's eyes when she followed how Emily's eyes dropped towards. Yeah, right.

'Let's go. I still need to pack my stuff.' The pair made their exit, but Scar was called out. She turned around to see Seb jogging to catch the ladies. Emily raised her eyebrows before mumbled. 'I'll catch you later. I don't want to witness a blood-battle.' Scar shot a sarcastic look towards her before she turned to welcome Seb's presence.

'Hey', he flashed a smile, which she returned, raising her eyebrows waiting for him to continue. 'About last night -', he began, but she stepped in before he had a chance to continue about their adventures in public. 'I was super drunk last night, I don't remember what happened. I only know I woke up in my bed this morning. I guess I have you to thank for that? Or did something else happen that I should know about?'