Red Hot! (Sebastian Vettel)

53. As If It Was Their First Time

It was only supposed to have been a nap, but by the time Seb opened his eyes it had turned dark outside. He glanced at the bright red digital numbers on his alarm clock. It was nearly 8pm! They'd slept for hours.

Libby's head was still on his chest. She had her leg hooked over his and was clinging on tightly to his bicep with her hand. She really didn't want to let him go! He couldn't help but lay there with a soppy grin on his face. His dream had literally come true. Libby had come back to him.

He stretched an arm out, just managing to reach the switch on the lamp. After turning it on he glanced down at the woman sprawled all over him. She really was the most beautiful woman in the world, and she was his!

As if the light had disturbed her, Libby began to stir. She glanced up at him, her eyes half open.

"What time is it?" she mumbled.

"Nearly eight," Seb replied. "We must have been tired." Libby groaned and sat upright. Seb instantly missed the weight of her body on him.  She hauled herself out of the bed.  "Where are you going?"

"I gotta pee!" she replied. She returned a few minutes later.  She climbed back in with him and snuggled back up.

"You hungry?" he asked her. 

"No, I ate so much earlier.  Could murder a cuppa though."

"Tea? Coffee?"

"Tea." 

"You stay right where you are. I'll go and make it."

"No, I can do it."

"I gotta get up to pee anyway," he said. He gently eased himself out of her hold and got out of the bed.  

"Are we getting up?" she asked him. 

"No point now is there?  I'll be back soon."  He kissed her on the head before disappearing into the bathroom.   A few minutes later he passed through the bedroom, heading downstairs. 

Libby sat upright, leaning back on the pillows. She began to think about where they went next. She'd have to go back to the U.K. soon and start job hunting. Maybe there would be something in F1, probably not Red Bull, but at least they'd get to spend time together away from the track. It was going to be difficult otherwise.

Before she knew it Seb had returned, a cup of tea in one hand and a hot chocolate in the other. He put one down on his side table, then rounded the bed and put Libby's tea down on her side table. Then he climbed back into bed with her.

He slid his arm around her and kissed her cheek. "Miss me?" he asked cheekily.

"Of course. Look I was just thinking...I'm gonna have to start job hunting. Do you think Red Bull would mind you seeing someone from another team? If I can find a job in F1 that is." Seb frowned.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why do you have to find a job?"

"Ummm, because I'm not a multimillionaire like you, you wally!"

"Libby, I don't want you to work. Not yet anyway. I have more money than I know what to do with. I want you to travel with me as my girlfriend. This coming season will probably be my last season, I don't want you to be stuck in some other team's motorhome, or to be back home working some other job. I want you with me. All the time I mean. Move in with me."

Libby's mouth dropped open. She hadn't been expecting that at all. "Well, what do you say?"

"I....am I allowed? Can I just move to Switzerland like that? I mean legally."