After the Hate Has Gone (Sebastian Vettel)

21. So What Will It Be?

Lottie ran through the grounds until she found a bench by a small pond. It was lit by sparkling white fairy lights hanging in the trees. It looked magical. She sank onto the bench, her emotions spilling out. She loved him. Not just a little. She loved him so much that it hurt. Surely love wasn't meant to hurt. When had hate turned to love? 

She knew she would have to tell him eventually but the realisation had knocked her for six. She knew she loved him but she didn't know if she could risk everything. It would kill her if she had him and then lost him. What if their love turned back to hate?

"Lottie!" She heard him calling her name. She wasn't ready to see him. But she had to. He ran around the corner and found her sitting there.

"Liebling, what is wrong? What did I do?"

"You didn't do anything Sebastian. It's me." He sat down next to her,  their thighs touching.

"Talk to me Lottie. Tell me what you're thinking."  She closed her eyes briefly. What was it going to be? She opened them, and took Seb's hand in hers.

"I had to get out of there. Something hit me and I panicked.  Sebastian I..." She just couldn't get the words out. Take a leap of faith, she told herself. "Sebastian I love you. I love you so much it terrifies me. "  A big grin spread over Seb's face.

"Lottie, you have just made me the happiest man in the world.  Can I kiss you?"

"You don't normally ask my permission."

"I'm trying to be a better person. You deserve the best."

"This is strange, a polite Sebastian."

"When are you going to call me Seb?"

"Never," she replied turning her head  and planting a kiss on him. He opened his mouth for her, his arms going around her and pulling her close to him. Their tongues clashed furiously, both of them desperate for each other. Seb broke the kiss and moved his attentions to the sensitive skin of her neck. She whimpered in his arms.

"I want you so much," he growled.  She pulled out of his arms and the next thing he knew she was straddling him on the bench. She leant down, kissing all along his jaw until she found his lips. She felt herself getting wetter between her legs as she felt his erection pressing into her. His hands roamed all over her back and down to her bum. He squeezed her bum cheeks. He buried his face in her chest. He was losing all control. He wanted to be inside her so much. He pulled her dress up,his hands sliding over her lacy panties.

Then, she seemed to come to her senses. She pushed his hands off of her and jumped off of him. His heart fell. Was she really rejecting him now? She pulled her dress down again.

"Lottie?" he asked, questioningly.  She smiled at him.

"Don't worry lover boy. We are far from finished. But not here. Anyone could catch us.  My room. Number 120."  His heart rate quickened. She was going to be his.

"I can't go anywhere right now," he said, pointing down at the large, prominent bulge in his trousers. 

"Meet me there in 20 minutes.  I'll be waiting for you. " She dropped a kiss on his cheek and then she was gone.

***

She quickly went collect her bag and shoes. She said goodnight to the bride and groom, claiming she had a headache. Sophie looked at her knowingly.

"Is the headache called Sebastian by any chance?"  Lottie smiled smugly.

"Maybe," she admitted.  Sophie grinned.