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

Glorious 30th

Her eyes widened when his words sank in. He didn't hate her after all, after all these years. Emerson wouldn't hurt a fly. His comment on Emerson made her frown, but she didn't want to fight. She wanted to celebrate. 'Shall we kick off a new revising friendship by you buying me a drink?' Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous look, and he grinned widely. 'Well, of course, Miss Smith. Lead the way.' He offered his arms to her and walk back inside to order the drinks.

Her guard was still up although their misunderstanding as silly as it was, was cleared out. Now that she knew his grudge against her, she was able to look past his icy behaviour. He turned out to be a witty and intelligent person, well-read. Gosh, he put her reading into shame.

'What are your plans now that you're retiree?' Seb asked her when they stood by the bar, nurturing their drinks. 'I have plenty of options', she joked, earning an eyeful from Seb. 'I received a job offer this weekend. I weigh whether to accept it or not.' Seb's eyebrows shot up. 'Congrats! What's the job?' Her cheeks were pink, feeling embarrassed. 'Press Officer for F2 and F3.' The sheepish smile on her face made her look apologetic, and his eyes shined in admiration. 'That's awesome. What is bothering you?' Scar was startled of his question. 'A lot of things... Maybe the bigger concern is the lack of knowledge of the sport...' Seb's hand landed gently to her forearm. 'Don't be silly. Once you're in the craziness, you learn to know it quickly. It's a small crowd.' Seb winked cheekily, and her corners of a mouth twirled up.

'In fact -', Seb dove the different series below F1, the drivers, the teams, the races. Scar was able to see his passion towards the sport through every spoken syllabus, describing matters on a detailed level. The conversation flow was effortless, witty and intelligent. Although Emerson and Scar talked, their common interests were limited.

Seb downed rest of his drink and offered his hand to her. 'Would you like to dance?' She laughed airily but took his hand before he led them to the dance floor, spinning her away. He surprised her with his dance moves and dorky moves. She laughed, drank and had a jolly good time. Turning 30th didn't feel bad at all, problems with her husband were a distant memory, although she hadn't heard a word from Emerson the whole day. She felt young and free, no consequences of her actions and future were bright.

'Seb!' She yelled over the music, hoping to catch his attention. She was getting tired and wanted to leave, but not saying goodbye to the guys beforehand. 'Seb!' She pushed her way through the mass and tripped on her feet, falling forward. She was yanked up by strong hands, and she flew against someone's chest. 'Omg, omg! I'm so sorry -' She froze when she realised she was, in fact, in Seb's arms. Her cheeks turned Scarlett red, and a twinkling feeling spread across her body. There it was again, the attraction that had crept around during that day.

Their gazes locked, ocean blue meeting the deepest parts of the ocean. The passion was touchable, electric in-between them. If someone had touched the air, they could have seen the lightning strikes when they held their gaze. Seb moved slowly towards Scar, maintaining the connection. No words were spoken, both holding in their breaths.

Scar had expected to feel his lips on her by now. He had got her mesmerised and hypnotised. He could have taken her there and then, and she would have been willing to do so. If she had felt any consolation and grudge towards him, it was all gone and replaced by lust, wrapped in a moment where she wanted and lust after. When he gently interlinked their fingers softly, she gasped of his tender movement. Then, she was tucked tighter against his check, and her senses recognised his cologne fo the first time. Her eyes fluttered shut to sink his present around her. His breath tickled her neck, sending eclectic shots down her spine, desperate to be freed. He gave a feather kiss above her collarbone, and her head titled backwards to give him better access, a sigh leaving her lips.