Playing With Fire (Sebastian Vettel)

27. Collision Course

Mollie gasped as Seb's hand crept up her team shirt and cupped her breast. He quickly located her nipple and began playing with it through her bra. He kissed along her jawline until he reached her earlobe. He started nibbling on it.

"Seb, we've got to stop," she groaned.

"Why?" he asked, his voice betraying his high state of arousal.

"Because I have a race in an hour. And you need to shower. You stink."

He laughed and pulled his hand out of her top. He was still in his race suit from qualifying. He'd come straight to her room after, desperate to see her, to kiss her.

"And Britta's going to be after you, you've got to speak to the media."

"But this is so much more fun," he murmured, moving in for another kiss. Mollie kissed him back for a minute, then wriggled away. "Seb, I have to go. You have to go. Tomorrow after your race. Come to my hotel. I want you Seb. I want you to make love to me."

"Oh Mollie, are you sure?"

"Positive. I was sure in Belgium but then the opportunity never arose. Seb, I love you so bloody much and I feel like I'm going to die if I don't have you inside me soon."

"Thank God. I'm getting sick of jerking off in the shower." He pulled her to him and kissed her again.

There was a knock on the door.

"Mols, you ready?" Ash called.

"Just coming Ash."

"You will be tomorrow," Seb growled in her ear. She laughed and pulled away again.

"Have fun with the media."

"Oh yes, I can't wait to see them," he said, sarcastically. "Good luck baby. I'm sure you don't need it. You dominated quali."

"You know it doesn't always work that way. I'll see you later lover." She kissed him one more time and then they headed out.

Once out in the support paddock they went their separate ways. Mollie smiled. She couldn't wait for tomorrow night. They had a lot of lost time to make up for.

                                      ***

"Come on Mols!  You can do it baby," Seb shouted at the screen. There were fourteen laps to go and Mollie was fifteen seconds ahead of Emilia Koskinen in second.  Sophia had collided with Lily Pierce at the start, both having to retire. 

Seb grinned at Antti.  "She's back!"

He spoke too soon.  She had to head to the pits after picking up a puncture.  Seb cursed.  How unlucky was that?    She deserved the win!   She emerged in third behind Amelie Giroud, but she soon overtook the French driver. 

She was closing on Koskinen fast but in the end she ran out of laps.  She had to make do with second.  However,  she regained her championship lead after Sophia's DNF.  

He was waiting at park ferme for her once again. 
She seemed a bit disheartened. 

"Mols, it's coming.  We all know you were the best out there today.  It was just unlucky."

She smiled at him and headed to the podium. 

                                 ***

Mollie was sat at the back of the Thorne garage watching the Formula 1 race the following day.  Matthew Thorne had invited her and Sophia along.   It was awkward as fuck.  She wanted to cheer for Seb but felt she couldn't whilst sat in a rival garage. 

Seb had made a great start but so had Lewis and the two of them had pulled away from the rest of the field.  After ten laps they had an eight second lead over Lance.  It was just like the old days.

"Do you want a coffee Mols?" Sophia asked.

Mollie shook her head. "I'll have a cold drink though if you're going to get one."

Sophia nodded and headed out into the paddock to go to hospitality.  Matthew Thorne came and stood next to her, looking at the screens.

"Your man's doing well."

"So's Will and Luca."

"Yeah. Luca is having a great season. Maybe too great.  Don't let this go any further, but there's been interest from a few other teams. I don't know if we can match their offers."

"Is he interested?"

"I don't know.   Just have to wait and see how things play out.  Anyway, enough about that.  I was impressed with you yesterday."

"I should have won."

"Yeah you should, but these things happen.  Keep this up and we'll have to see about another FP1 drive later in the season."

"Really?" she said, totally shocked. 

"Really.  Just keep on doing what you're doing.  Catch you later."

Mollie grinned to herself as he headed back over to the pit wall. 

Sophia returned about ten minutes later and handed her a cold bottle of orange juice.  She thanked her and unscrewed the lid, taking a long sip. 

Seb entered the pits for his stop.  They were the first to stop.  He came out just behind Max Verstappen and Lando Norris, who were fighting for fifth place. 

Soon he was right behind Lando. But try as he might, he couldn't get by.  They were doing a much longer first stint by the look of it. He was losing  vital time stuck behind them. 

"For God's sake!" Mollie shouted at the screen.  "At this rate Lewis will come out in front of him."   Which is exactly what happened on the next lap. 

The race win was slipping away from him.  He wasn't going to be a very happy Seb that night, Mollie thought. 

Then it happened. Seb went for a gap after Lando went wide.  He made the overtake and went wheel to wheel with Max who had also left a large gap. 

Max moved over and their wheels touched.  Seb was forced off of the track and he smacked into the barrier side on, his front left wheel was  ripped off on impact.  The car was embedded deep in the tyres.  Bits of it were strewn everywhere. 

"Seb!" Mollie cried, her face draining of colour.  Sophia put her arm around her. 

"I'm sure he's ok Mols."

The live feed cut from Seb's car and showed Max stopping his car and retiring from the race.  Lando had also sustained damage after swerving to avoid Max's slowing car.  The red flag came out. 

Mollie felt sick.  He had to be ok.   She'd only just got him back. She stood up and fled from the garage and made her way  to the Aston Martin garage.  She saw Antti stood near the back door. 

"Antti," she cried, filled with terror.  "Is he ok? Please tell me he's ok!" she pleaded with him. 

"Mollie,  stay calm.   I don't know anything yet.  I'm sure he'll be fine."  He slipped his arm around the now sobbing Mollie. 

"I can't lose him Antti.  He's my everything. I can't lose him."

Antti held Mollie as she sobbed.  He hadn't been entirely truthful with her. He did know something.  He knew that Seb wasn't answering his team radio. But how did he tell her that? He was worried sick himself but he had to stay strong for Mollie.  She had already been through so much.  Seb would be ok, Antti thought.  He had to be.