imagines

Lazy Sundays - Sebastian Vettel

     I woke up feeling somebody's arms around. Not just anybody but my boyfriend, Sebastian's arms. I turned so I was face to face with him. I studied him. His face, the slight crookedness of his nose, his light brown curly hair looking disheveled in the morning light. His eyes started to flutter revealing a beautiful hazel color that I could never get sick of. 

     "Babe." his voice was raspy. "Why are you up so early?" He was incredibly attractive with his gruff voice. 

     I waved a hand. "I just woke up." I mumbled sleepily. He grunted and pulled me close. We cuddled for a minute or two. I felt his arms gripping my waist pulling me as close as I could get. I took a deep breathe his cologne filled my senses. The mornings were nice, they were quiet, peaceful, fresh. 

     Don't get me wrong, I love watching him race. On days off he takes me to the track and lets me drive his car. Except sometimes it gets too loud, too fast, too much. The mornings were for us. They were for soft morning cuddles, warm showers, his breath on my neck.

     Sebastian turned me around and brushed my hair out of my face. "Emma, I hope you know I love you." he spoke.

"I know. I love you too." I said and with that he engulfed me in a kiss. Our lips collided, his were soft as they pressed against mine. 

I pulled away and grinned. "Come on coffee time." I mumbled.

After a cup of coffee my senses were more alert, everything seemed brighter and Sebastian seemed to radiate. "I'm going to step into the shower." My voice was sultry and quiet as I walked off and into the bathroom. I slipped off my shirt and noticed Sebastian out of the corner of my eye as I undressed. 

I turned on the hot water and stepped in feeling the water rush down my back. Suddenly Sebastian stepped in. "Emma you drive me wild."

"Good." I replied.