The Surrogate

A (Swiss) Home Visit

Friday August 13th, Switzerland.

The baggage reclaim hall is busy and she can't wait to get out. Despite the air conditioning, the sun beating down on the metal roof of the building still makes it feel like a greenhouse inside and she's desperate for some cooler air. Hopefully Sebastian's car will have decent air-con.

Pulling her silver case behind her she makes her way to the exit, already her legs are feeling like jelly and her heart feels like it's pirouetting in her chest at the prospect of seeing him. She's been counting down the days, hours and even the minutes until she gets to see him and for a surrogate that's not normal. She's spent the entire flight from Heathrow reminding herself of the purpose for this trip - to keep getting to know Sebastian better, to see where her next surrogate baby would be living and what kind of life he or she would have here. As harsh as it sounds, this is a research trip of sorts and not just a weekend away with an extremely handsome man. In a year's time her relationship with him could be nearing it's end, her purpose for being in his life almost over. She has to remember that.

Still, she might as well enjoy herself at the same time, right? And what better way to start than to have Sebastian Vettel personally showing her his favourite sights of Switzerland while riding on a Harley Davidson motorcycle. It's the kind of thing that motor racing fans would die for.

The automatic doors sweep open and she follows about a dozen people out into the arrivals hall. Instantly the air feels cooler and more bearable and she begins to scan a sea of expectant, waiting faces, looking out for Seb.

He sees her first and then she spots him, walking her way. Holy shit, he looks amazing. She's sure her heart has stopped pirouetting and is either staring at him, slack jawed, or has just dropped down dead because he looks so good.

He's obviously managed to spend some time out in the sun over the past week as he's gained more of a tan. He looks as though he's had his hair cut and in his snug fitting navy t-shirt and denim cut-offs that finish just above his knees he looks effortlessly casual but still sexy. It doesn't help that he's not shaved since she last saw him and has stubble that's verging on beard growth that she knows would burn the skin of her inner thighs as he ate her out. What the actual fuck Holly! Calm down!

As his eyes lock with hers and he gives her a smile that would out-shine the sun, she smiles back and then feels all girly and shy.

"You're here!" He pulls her in for a hug and finds himself not wanting to let go. He'd spotted her way before she'd spotted him but he didn't mind because it gave him time to admire her as she'd walked in his direction. Wearing a mid-blue, halter neck sundress that had a pretty floral pattern stitched in around the bottom, a white beaded bracelet and white sandals, she looks even more beautiful than he remembers. He sneakily nuzzles his nose into her long hair to take in her scent before reluctantly letting go of her.

"Of course I'm here," she giggles nervously, "you didn't think that I'd not turn up, did you?"

"No," he shakes his head and then smiles coyly, he's missed her more than he's allowed to admit.

"Hello Sebastian," she grins and grabs the handle of her case again.

"Hello Holly," it feels so damn good to say her name, he can't help but think it'd feel even better to say it during sex. "Welcome to Switzerland," he adds, mainly to distract his mind from wandering to territory where it's not allowed to go.

"Thank you, I'm excited to be here. Is it usually this hot? The heat literally hit me as I stepped off the plane."

"It's not usually as hot as this, no. Let me take your case," he holds his hand out and she gratefully wheels it over to him.