Life in the Fastlane (Sebastian Vettel)

21. Homecoming (1)

Mollie pushed the curtain to one side and looked out of the window at the relentless downpour. It had been raining all week. Typical British weather. It had been much nicer in Germany where they'd spent last week with Seb's family, celebrating his 37th birthday.

"Come back to bed," Seb mumbled, sleepily. "We don't have to leave for another two hours."

"Hmm?" she said, not hearing a word he said, lost in her own thoughts.

"Come back to bed," he repeated. She turned and crossed the room, slipping back underneath the covers.

"It's still raining ," she said as Seb rolled over, draping an arm across her.

"That's no surprise. It's England."

"Watch what you say Buster. Especially if you want to get inside this English girl's pants tonight."

His hand crept up and squeezed her breast.

"You wouldn't be able to resist me."

She sat up, pushing his hand off her. She jumped out of bed again.

"Where are you going now?" he called after her.

"Toilet!"

She returned several minutes later, climbing back in.

"You alright?"

"Dodgy tummy. I'm nervous as fuck. Don't know why."

"It's your first home race in F1."

"Yeah,  and everyone's waiting for me to crash like the last three times I've raced here."

"You'll be fine, stop stressing," he said, kissing the top of her head.

"I'm starting next to Lando too! He's still hasn't forgiven me for Miami!"

"Mollie Elise Rashford, stop worrying."

She jumped out of bed again.

"What now?" he sighed.

"I can't settle. I'm having a shower."

Seb closed his eyes. He knew one way to get her to forget her nerves,  but knew it wasn't a very good idea to have sex the morning of a race.

He got out of bed, needing a wee. As he went into the bathroom he couldn't help but sneak a peak at Mollie. He could see the outline of her naked body through the steamed up shower door.

He relieved his bladder and headed towards the door but his cock had suddenly developed a mind of its own once again.

He tried to remember his unwritten rule. No sex before a race.

"Fuck the rules," he muttered, turning and opening the shower door. Mollie gasped as she realised he was there.

"Seb, what the...." She never got to finish her sentence as he slammed his mouth down on hers, slipping his tongue into her mouth.

She put her hands on his shoulders and kissed him back. His hands crept down to her buttocks. He squeezed them and pulled her hard against him.

Mollie gasped and felt an aching between her legs as she felt his rock hard cock digging into her.

"Seb, we can't. The race," she whimpered.

"Fuck it Mollie. I want you and I'm having you." He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He slid his cock inside her,  moaning as he felt her around him.

He took a step forward and pushed her against the wall. She clung on around his neck as he braced his hands on the wall either side of her head and began driving into her, hard and frantic. 

The hot water cascaded over them as they became one.   Seb kissed down her neck and along her collar bone, his teeth nipping her skin. 

Mollie moaned loudly, her body feeling like it was about to spontaneously combust. 

"That's it baby, let go.  Come for me," he whispered in her ear. 

Mollie gave in to the sensations flooding through her body.  She cried out as she came hard.  "Oh fuck.  Oh Sebastian!!"  Seb's climax hit him.  He shuddered as his balls tightened and he exploded inside her.

"Mollieeee," he growled.  They stayed in position for a few minutes, both panting.  Finally Seb lowered her down to the floor.  She clung on to him, her legs feeing like jelly. 

He put his arms around her and held her tight, whispering words of love in her ear. 

"One day, when we're both retired, I want to see you pregnant with our baby," he said. 

Mollie looked at him, shocked.  They'd never really spoken about the future.

"I love you Mollie.  I want to spend the rest of my life with you.  And when the time's right I want to marry you."

Mollie felt a sob rising in her throat.  It escaped. 

"Hey, what's wrong? Is the thought really that terrible?"

"No, I'm crying because I'm so happy Seb.  I love you so much.  I really don't ever want to be without you again."

"You never will be without me again.  I promise you that."

They stood enveloped in each other's arms as the water continued falling.  Eventually they pulled apart.

"We'd better get ready," Mollie said, but she didn't want to leave the sanctuary of her apartment.  At Silverstone she knew he would be watching.  Whoever he was.  The man who had the power to destroy everything.

                                        ***

Mollie stood holding the black and yellow umbrella over her head as she listened to the brass band playing God Save the Queen. This obviously wasn't the first time she'd raced at Silverstone, but it was her first time as a Formula 1 driver and it felt...overwhelming.

She glanced at the sea of Union Jacks in the stands. Mostly for Lewis, George and Lando, but she could see a few banners with her name on.

Somewhere out there were her Mum, Dad and Jude. She hoped this time she'd give them something to cheer about.

She noticed Scott looking at her. He winked at her as the national anthem finished.

"Good luck Mollie," he said.

"You too," she replied. She turned and walked back to her car on the third row of the grid.

She was starting in sixth behind Seb, Lewis, Luca, Scott and Lando.  It had been a strange quali.  Daniel, George and Lance had lost out when a red flag had ended Q2 halfway through their final flying laps. 

She finished getting ready, finally putting her helmet and HANS on,  before climbing into the car.  One of the mechanics, Joshua, did her belts up.

The klaxon went off and the crews cleared the grid.  The rain wasn't so fast now but there was a lot of standing water.  Everyone was starting on wets apart from Pourchaire who was risking inters. 

The minute hand on the clock ticked to the hour and Seb led them away on the formation lap. 

Mollie noticed Lando have a moment in front of her and nearly go off. She admitted it was quite a decent save by her young countryman.

Heading down Hangar Steaight and into Stowe she briefly thought of her crash all those years ago. Eleven years.  How far she had come.  Yet this track still haunted her.  Rounding Club corner the cars slowed down and found their places. 

Robert Shwartzman took his place at the back of the grid.  The red lights came on one by one.  One, two, three, four, five!  Then they turned off.  Lights out and away they went.