Dance Me To The Moon [Sebastian Vettel]

6. Here We Go

Time was going by in a flash.

Natasha had to change hotels, somewhere more affordable for the agency, which prompted Stella to pack up and accept Sebastian's invitation to stay with him. And so, while he was busy with his own affairs during the day, she set her own schedule to revise for the exams, with some beach and swimming pool in between. They shared a couple of meals together but in general, once the German driver returned from his commitments, they ended up spending most of their time in bed.

That he couldn't seem to get enough didn't come as a surprise, Stella had an inkling it had been awhile for him. She was a little curious about since when he'd been divorced, it must have been recent - but not curious enough to actively try to find out. He never brought it up so she certainly wasn't going to ask, lest he overshared and expected her to play therapist.

More shocking than him being insatiable, though, was how she was, too. Difficult not to with him being a pretty attentive lover and so keen to please her. Her sex drive had ramped up in the past few days and she hadn't faked an orgasm once. It was a lot of fun that he was so responsive to every touch, as well. Who would have predicted three days before when they first met for the gala, that they'd be locked in his hotel room for several nights shagging each other's brains out? Not her.

On her last afternoon in Monte Carlo, Stella was sitting with her laptop, cross legged on a pool lounge chair in her bikini, when she heard approaching footsteps on the paved floor. Confirmation on their identity arrived with a kiss on the back of her neck. She scooted aside to make some room and Sebastian sat on the edge of the chair, facing her with a smile.

"You're back." She reached out to tap the tip of his nose in greeting and he laid a hand on her bare thigh, rubbing up and down.

"What are you reading? You looked so focused."

"Studying. Air Law. It's boring."

"Yeah? What is the exciting stuff?"

"Everything except Air Law," she turned the screen to him and he pushed the sunglasses on top of his head, squinting.

"Stability, propellers, wake turbulence..."

"Principles of flight," she sighed. "If I pass these, then there's only one module left to finish the ATPL theory."

"And then you just need the experience."

"First a few more weeks with other mandatory courses. But after that, yeah, it's building 1.500 flight hours to unfreeze the license. Which is the hardest part. But there's a few jobs I can already apply for, so it's really exciting!"

"You'll make it, I don't have any doubts. When you're that passionate, nothing gets in the way." He caressed her leg again but Stella didn't think that was the reason she suddenly felt so warm all over. He pointed at the screen. "Do you want help? I'm good at reading questions," he joked, squinting at the text again. But she grabbed the laptop and shut down the lid. "Or not."

"I need a break, you can help with that. Are you finished?"

He wore shorts and a t-shirt, no Ferrari logo in sight anymore. "I am. What do you want to do?" She shrugged in reply, she was good with anything. "Do you want to go out tonight?"

"Sure, sounds great!"

"Alright. I went ahead and asked Lewis for a recommendation."

"Hamilton? That Lewis? Blimey, you guys really are friends."

"We are. Obviously I've got people I'm closer to, especially back home, but we've been through some stuff. You end up knowing someone better like that and respecting each other more."