Dance Me To The Moon [Sebastian Vettel]

9. Just Like Heaven

Stella scanned her wardrobe for the millionth time, contemplating replacing all the clothes that she'd selected and were currently piled on top of her bed with different items. It was always the same thing: the shorter the stay, the more difficult packing became.

A ringtone blared from somewhere in the middle of layers of fabric and she fished her phone from underneath. It was a Whatsapp video call from Sebastian. She blinked, unsure she was seeing right, before swiping the green icon to the side.

"Oh, my . A video call. Progress!"

He was sprawled on a couch, one arm folded behind his head, all playful eyes and broad grin. "Sarcasm. Nice. Next time, I'll go back to a normal phone call."

She tutted. "The fragility of the male ego knows no bounds."

"Not reassured by how little time you're spending with me this weekend, let's put it that way."

"You're an emotionally manipulative git. You know that, right? Must I repeat how on Monday I'm going straight from the airport to classes? How is this not wanting to hang out with you?"

"But it's not long enough."

"Aha! And that's what he said..."

"Not what she said," he replied instantly in a sing-song tone.

"I see what you did there," she clicked her tongue. "Enough whinging, you said you're busy on Monday, too. And you know what? I haven't packed yet, I have to get on with it."

The naughty smirk was immediate. "Packing? What for?"

"But I need clothes, Seb," she teased. "I can't go around naked, can I?"

"I don't understand, you say that like it's a bad thing."

"Okay, fine. But it's a shame because I had this really sexy lingerie? I suppose I'll just leave it then."

He sat up a little, with interest. "No, no, that is allowed, you can bring that."

"Excellent. Hey, you can help me decide." She pulled a drawer open, one whose contents had already been examined extensively. "So. Black or red?"

"Black."

"Lace or silk?"

"Both."

"Disqualified." She grabbed a couple of items and threw them on the bed, making sure they were out of view from the camera. "Next. Corset or body?"

"Uh. Corset on your body?"

"You're useless. I'll pack on my own, thank you very much." She stuck her tongue out at him.

"Why don't you model them and then I pick?"

"Ha. No."

"But that's like racing on Sunday without qualifying."

"They all qualify, don't worry."

They kept on bantering and being silly, until he had to take another call and they said goodbye.

Stella returned to her task of trying to fit too many clothes into the limited space inside her trolley bag when Natasha arrived. The blonde Russian knocked on the doorframe to announce her presence, making her way in.

"Second weekend in a row travelling and now you're taking this." She grabbed a black lace babydoll, showing it to Stella, who snatched it out of her hand. "Seeing your DILF tomorrow?" Sitting down on the only clear corner of the bed, she took her high heels off and rotated her ankles.