The Race Director's Daughter (Sebastian Vettel)

23. Leah's Flight

As the night wore on Leah began to feel more and more uneasy. Seb had consumed a lot of alcohol and had begun to get very touchy feely. She'd had to remove his arm from around her several times.

It wasn't as if she didn't like him putting his arm around her, but she didn't want people to start gossiping. The last thing she needed was her father finding out and getting mad with her. Also she didn't want to give Seb the impression that she was up for anything more than the kiss she'd already agreed to.

As the time approached 1am Jenna suggested that they should make a move. They had an early start ahead of them and they were all fairly tipsy after consuming plenty of Pina Coladas.

Tamara protested that they could easily sleep on the plane. They both looked at Leah, she'd have the deciding vote.  She looked over at Seb who was busy talking to Esteban Ocon, demonstrating something with his hands.  Whatever they were talking about he seemed very animated about it. 

Did she stay? Did she go?  He turned and their eyes met.  He winked at her.  She smiled back sweetly.

"Maybe stay a little while longer," she compromised. "Half an hour or so."

Jenna rolled her eyes.  "Who would have thought you'd have more stamina than me," she said, making Tamara laugh.  "Still, if I had a man like him keep hugging me I guess I wouldn't want to leave either."

Tamara poured them all another Pina Colada.  Leah decided that she'd take this one very slowly as she was feeling rather tipsy.   She needed to keep her wits about her. 

She felt Seb's arm slide around her shoulder again.   This time she didn't remove it.  She leaned her head on his shoulder. 

"Tired?" he asked.

"A little," she replied.  He pressed a kiss to the top of her head.  She noticed Daniel watching them.  He winked at her as he saw her looking at him.  She smiled. 

"I guess you'll have to go soon. Shame you have an early flight.  We're taking the party back to Lance's suite."

"Yeah, we'll probably leave in about half an hour."

"Want to get some air?" he asked.  

"Sure."  He stood up and she followed suite.  They made their towards the stairs that led to the rooftop terrace.  

Stepping outside, it soon became apparent that they were alone.  Seb immediately slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her up against him. 

She felt her body instinctively respond, melting into his embrace.   "You're so beautiful," he murmured.  "The most beautiful woman here tonight, in the world in fact.  I want to kiss you so very much. Can I?"

Leah couldn't resist him. She looked him in the eye and nodded.

Seb dipped his head and gently pressed his lips to hers.   She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck.   He nibbled on her bottom lip urging her to open her mouth.   He slid his tongue between her lips and deepened the kiss. 

Leah felt a burning feeling between her legs.  Was this what sexual desire felt like? Her body sure felt ready to take things further, but mentally she was nowhere near ready. 

The kiss became more heated.  She was intoxicated by the heady taste of champagne on his soft lips, the smell of his aftershave, the feel of his short beard grazing her cheek.  

She hadn't realised they were moving until her back hit a wall and Seb's body held her in place.   His hands came to rest on her hips. 

She wrenched her lips away, gasping for breath.  Seb moved his lips to her neck, kissing and licking her soft skin.