Finding Immy (Sebastian Vettel)

Snowed In

Seb struggled to open his eyes, he felt so sleepy. How long had he slept for?  He could feel Immy still snuggled up to him.  Neither of them had moved a muscle. 

Finally managing to open his eyes he was surprised to find the room in darkness. "Immy," he said softly. "Immy, I need to get up."

He didn't want to. He wanted nothing more than to stay there holding her in his arms forever but he felt like his bladder would burst if he didn't relieve himself as soon as possible. Immy gave a small moan and rolled off of him, but she didn't wake.

Seb hauled himself out of bed and padded across the room to the bathroom. He switched the light on and walked over to the toilet. After relieving himself he went back into the bedroom, turning on the small desk lamp.

It cast a dim orange glow over the room. He picked his phone up off of the arm of the chair where he'd left it earlier and looked at the time. It was 5.15. They'd slept for nearly three hours. He glanced out of the window. It was still snowing heavily. It occured to him that he may have problems driving Immy home. The snow looked pretty deep. Obviously he'd driven in worse conditions back home, but the local authorities there were always prepared for heavy snow, and he always made sure he had winter tyres on his car from the beginning of November.

Immy opened her eyes slowly, forgetting where she was for a moment. Then she saw Seb stood over by the window, looking outside. She could see that it was already dark.

"How long did I sleep?" she mumbled. Seb turned around and smiled at her.

"We slept for nearly three hours," he told her.

"You slept too?"

"Yeah, it was just so warm and comfortable with you snuggling up to me," he told her. She blushed. Seb walked over to the bed and got back in.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"What for?"

"I broke my promise. I said I wouldn't lay a finger on you."

"You didnt?"

"I stroked your back." Immy burst out laughing.

"I snuggled up in your arms and you're worried that you stroked my back?"

"I just..." Immy leant over and pressed her lips to his.

"Kiss me," she said, when he didn't respond.

Seb didn't need telling again. He kissed her softly and gently, scared to kiss her how he really wanted to kiss her. He wanted to taste her, to devour her.

Immy tentatively pushed her tongue between his lips. Seb let her take control of the kiss.  He wanted whatever happened to be her decision.   He didn't want to pressure her into anything she'd regret. 

Immy pulled back.   Seb felt disappointed.  She regretted it already didn't she?

"Immy?" he asked questioningly.  "Immy, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," she told him.  "I just feel a little nauseous."  Seb jumped up off of the bed. 

"I'll get you a drink of water."  He opened his backpack and pulled out an unopened bottle of mineral water.  He handed it to her. 

Immy took the bottle off of him. She smiled in thanks as she twisted the lid off. She took a long swig.

"Is everything ok?" Seb asked. He was worried. She'd already told him that her sickness had finished.

"I'm fine. I think I'm just hungry," she replied. Seb ran his hand through his hair.

"Ok, well let's do something about that then. Looking out there I think you were right earlier about no one being able to deliver. I'll nip down to Dominos."