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

Monza

She stood still, staring after the man who had offered her a job after meeting him once. She laughed as the whole situation was absurd. She scanned where she had ended up, staring the bright red building, as she had never left. She walked back to the hospitality, bumping into a young guy with dimples when he flashed an apologetic smile. 'So sorry -', he started, but his sentence disappeared into thin air when his green eyes met her blue ones, that swam in amusement. 'I believe this was my fault. I literally bump to you', she chuckled, turning her flirt up as she had to admit; this guy was gorgeous with his dimples, big green eyes and sloppy smile, majestic features with a strong chin. He was merely the same height as she was; he probably an inch or two taller.

'Charles!' their staring compensation ended when a woman jogged after him, puffing of the sprint. 'Charles', she exhaled heavily, catching her breath whilst leaning her knees. 'Are you okay?' Scar asked and landed her hand to the woman's shoulder, who waved her hand absently to signal she was okay. 'Sorry, Mia', This boy names Charles rolled his eyes playfully before he scooped the blondie onto his arms, and she yelled in shock. 'Charles -?!'

'Relax, Mia. I'm showing the gentleman behaviour to our guest here', Charles teased her when he put her back to her two feet, earning a smack to his chest. Charles shot curious looks towards The tall woman beside them. 'I haven't seen you before -' Charles extended his hands with a grin. 'I'm Charles. Charles Leclerc.' her lips curved up to a sexy smile. 'I'm Scarlette Smith, a pleasure to meet you.' She purred, her blue orbs fixated to his green ones, swimming in temptation.

She had extended the truth with Emily's comment earlier on men falling on her. She knew her impact on men, and her flirty attributes came handy at times, like this when she was in the right mood. Her ego swooned when a sloppy grin stayed on his face, flashing his dimples when they engaged to a small talk with a hint of flirt here and there. She knew in the back of her mind, she shouldn't lead him on; she was married after all, despite the struggles they had had with Emerson. She always touched her rings when she thought about her husband. She twirled her wedding ring in between her fingers, transferring herself out of the conversation to fall into her thoughts, and transfixing herself into the turbulent times ahead of her.

'Scar?' She flinched when a hand touched her forearm gentle. Her clouded eyes met ocean blue ones, her eyes sharpening slowly to realise it was Seb. When did he show up here? 'Oh sorry, I, uh-' She shook her to clear her thoughts before she flashed an apologetic smile. 'I reckon the recent activities have drained me out.' Her chuckle was small and unconvincingly weak, the gloomy look reflecting on her eyes. Seb and Charles chose to ignore the shift in her mood. Charles was about to comment on something, yet Mia was quickly to drag him away, leaving him no other option than mumble an excuse for his departure. This meant Seb and Scar were left alone.

A silence fell upon them when Seb kept his gaze locked on the blondie's face, who looked exhausted, defeated and above all, sad, lost and broken all of a sudden. Seb put his arm around her shoulder, nudging her semi-playfully to gain her focus. She lifted her clouded eyes to his as her body was feeling heavy, eyelids dropping. 'C'mon, Ice Princess. Let's get you to bed.' She nodded, leaning her head to his shoulder when they walked out of the hospitality.

'Upsidaisy, here we are. Watch out', Seb panted when they finally walked into her hotel room after challenging on finding the right door. She had fallen asleep during the car drive, meaning that he had to half-carry her out of the car to the lift before he had scooped her to his arms when her legs had stopped carried her on. He laid her to her bed, and she snuggled closer to the duvet and pillow.

He was about to turn on his feet when he felt her hand on his. He turned around feeling bewildered when his eyes travelled down to their intervened fingers. 'Love, don't leave. Come to bed with me', she murmured tagging him closer to her, eventually stumbling and falling on top of her, his face landing inches from hers. She sighed happily, snuggling closer to him, and he froze. The heat poured below his waist when her warm body was pressed his. He hissed and cursed under his breath when her soft, warm lips pressed feather-like kisses to his neck, purring words filled with seduction, making him adjust his manhood in his trousers. His breath hitched when her lips began travelling down, he used all his will power to untackle her crib from him and pushed himself up. She whimpered, yet her breathing slowed down, making him sure that she had fallen asleep.

He pushed his hands down his face, shaking off the events that had just happened. Clearly, Scar had imagined him being someone else. He made his way back to the lift and pressed the call button. His eyes lingered towards the door that closed the stunning woman behind. The lift informed one's arrival, and he jumped when he nearly crashed into Emily.

'Hi, Seb. Have you seen Scar?' She was chirpy, eyes shining and glassier to reveal she had been drinking. 'She's sleeping, Emily. She fell asleep at the track...' Seb's voice travelled into a whisper, and admiring look rose to Emily's features. 'Thank you. I'll join her. See you later.' She pressed her lips to his cheek to show her gratitude, but the gesture didn't create the spark that he had felt when Scar's lips had travelled on his skin. The heat crashed through him, making him moan out frustration. 'See you later, Emily', he mumbled and walked into a lift. When he reached his room, he needed a cold shower and his hands and imagination to get him off from certain blond and her mouth around his manhood.