Heartdriven

45. Fork

Her brain was waking up but her eyes not yet following, as she felt a hand on her hip under the blankets, moving up to her arms and holding her. She held back on to his hand and braided his fingers with her, giving his hand a kiss, while he dug his face into her hair, kissing her on her neck. She stroked his hand with her thumb, and the darkness of her eyelids was replaced with the darkness of the room.
His body was cold, she turned around to face him and placed one hand on his cheek and the other on his chest, while her leg went around his hip. He traced his finger on her arm and she looked closely at his face through the shadows. She kissed him softly on his lips, stroking his face, as he closed his eyes and held her close.
Warming each other, she listened to his breath get heavier until they both succumbed to their weariness.

Alice woke up again later, when her eyes could no longer fight the lightening room. She reached out for Sebastian, to find an empty bed. She sat up, still for a few moments to wake up, before walking out in the living room of the hotel room.
Breakfast was on the table, and Sebastian was doing something in the kitchen, while she stood quietly and watched.
He turned around, startled by her, "Oh!"
She stepped forward to the table and placed her hands on a chair.
"Whatcha doing there, Sebastian?"
He placed a tray slowly on the table, "I was going to... bring you some breakfast."
She tilted her head at him, smiling, before walking over to him and kissing him on the cheek, "Why are you so good to me?"
He frowned at her with confusion.
"I want to treat you like a Queen."
She put her hand on his chest and pushed herself away from him, "I need to sit down," walking backwards to a chair she could find balance on.
She looked up at him, with moist eyes.
"I don't deserve this, I don't deserve any of this. You're too good to me, you're to good for me, don't you realise?"
He rushed to her and kneeled in front of her, holding both her hands in his.
"Don't you ever dare to think you don't deserve what makes you happy."
She looked down at his hands, comforting her. "You're so wonderful. I don't know why you would want to be with me."
He put his finger to her chin, lifting it up to look back at him, "You haven't considered I feel the same way about you?"
She put her arm around his neck and pulled him into a kiss, wet from her tears, resting her forehead against his before letting go.
"Alice, I am way out of my league here."
She jokingly shoved him away from her, before grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him in for another kiss.
"Why don't we move on to the breakfast before it gets cold... or warm... I don't know, what did you get?"

"So what did you do yesterday?", he chewed at her.
"No, you first, I wanna know what goes on at those secret Red Bull parties," she winked at him.
"We got Adrian to drink out of a trophy."
He smiled smugly at her, and she almost spit out her food, "You did what?!"
He chuckled at her, "Mark and I, we... Christian challenged us to who could throw an empty can of Red Bull the longest."
She nodded at him with wide eyes, "Already off to a great start," and he continued.
"It got a bit competitive...", she lifted her eyebrows at him, "I can imagine," he chuckled through his breath, nodding in agreement with her.
"Somehow we ended up at a point where we were aiming for the cockpits, uhm, the cockpits of the cars in the garage," he looked so proud of himself.
"Sebastian. Did you throw Red Bull cans into Formula One cars?" she shook her head, resting her forehead on her index finger, smiling at him.
"I did. Mark couldn't." The smug face was back, "And the stakes were raised, the further cockpit we got to... although I was in favour of the suggestion of shaving Christian's head, his counter offer was a bit more lenient on himself, as he offered up Adrian. Then everyone got onboard with it..."
He was really enjoying his own recollection.
"So it was peer pressure," she joked at him and his eyes shined back at her, "Exactly. We even let him pick the trophy himself."
She leaned forward with interest, "Which one did he choose then?"
He smiled at her with sincerity, "Monaco 2006. Red Bull's first podium."
She tilted her head, "Aw, that's nice," and smiled back at him. "
How did your day go?"
She looked around the room, and her eyes landed on the rest of her food on the plate, "Well... I officially resigned from Ferrari."
He let go of his bun which fell on his plate, and walked around the table, giving her a hug, which she returned, and kissed her on top of her head. He squeezed her shoulder and she looked up at him, smiling, as he walked back to his chair.
"Have you thought about your next step?"
She shook her head and started digging in her food, "I don't know. I think I have to go home to my apartment for a while, I can't keep wearing the same clothes over and over, it needs a break. Maybe get the job at the newspaper again. They said I was always welcome back."
He nodded slowly at her with a frown, "Yes, that sounds like a good plan."
She was avoiding his eyes.
"You're staying here for the factory work for a bit?"
He nodded.
"And then home for the break and holidays?"
He nodded again, she nodded back, still not looking directly at him.
"I'll come visit you." Now she looked at him.
"Yes, and I'll... well, I need to get a job first, but I will try!"
He reached over for her hand, "Don't make it a bigger deal than it is, Alice."
She held his hand and stroked it, looking down at it, "No, no, I know. It's not a big deal," his hand was warm... and soft.

Alice was packing her suitcase and collecting her camera bags, getting ready for her flight home. Sebastian had done his best to help, but had gone a bit in her way, so she had sent him off to go through some of the data Red Bull had sent him.
When she was done, she slowly walked over to him sitting at the table, looking at his laptop, and she put her arms around his neck from behind. He put his hand and lips on her arm.
"Okay, I think I got everything now."
He put his hand in hers and got up from the chair, turning to her and holding both her hands in front of him. He lifted one up to his mouth and gave it a kiss, before moving towards her and softly kissed her forehead. She put her arms around him and pulled herself close into him, as he stroked her hair. She looked up at him and kissed him.
"Okay. Let's go."

On their way to the airport, she sat looking at him and the frown between his eyebrows. Looking around out the window, it was a desolate highway, and she ran her finger across her lip, spotting a road ahead to a hidden rest area.
"Can you pull over there? Pull over! Pull over!", she raised her voice desperately, as he parked the car and looked at her concerned.
"Wha-what is it, Alice?"
She took off her seatbelt and looked suggestively over to him.
"Oh."
She took his hand and used it for balance, as she crawled over and sat herself on his lap. She looked him right in the eyes, and touched his lips with her fingers. He put his hands on her hips, moving them up her back, as she leaned towards him and inserted her tongue in his mouth. She placed both her hands on his chest and moved them down towards his pants, sitting back to undo them, as his hands moved to the front of her, to undo hers.
She looked down at the ease she had released him with, and the steps that were to follow with her, "I may not have thought this through."
She sat back and sighed, as he held onto her thighs, chuckling.
She threw herself back at the passenger seat, with her legs still on Sebastian, "Just pull them off, pull them off!", and he followed suit, pulling them down to her ankles.
His hands held on to her bare legs and moved them up her thighs, helping her back on top of him, "All good?", he chuckled at her.
She sat on his lap again, catching her breath a bit, "Yes, come here!"
She put her hands on his shoulders and pulled him towards her, kissing him on his neck. His hands on her shoulder blades, moved down her back, up under her shirt and touching her ribs. He moved his hands forward, touching her stomach and up to her breasts, doing his best to feel through the padding of her bra. He progressed down and into her underwear, tickling her slightly as she gasped in his ear, pulling her underwear to the side from inside, and adjusting himself up to her. She lifted herself up by his shoulders, and sat back down on his lap with him inside of her.
He grabbed her thighs as she leaned forward, put her arms around his neck, and held him close, as her hips moved towards him. She moved slowly with heavy thrusts, vibrating through their bodies... she was dragging it out.
His hands moved up her hips and felt her movements on his lap, and she leaned back, looking at him as he held onto her. She could feel her heart beat through her chest as the pleasures spread inside her body and evaporated itself in exhales.
His hands moved back up under her shirt to feel her covered breast, and she leaned back—HONK, quickly jumping back forward to him, "What was that?!"
She held onto him and turned her head slowly over her shoulder.
He was breathing heavily, still holding on to her chest, "The... the car horn... you... you touched the car horn..."
She leaned her head back to him and placed it on his shoulder, "Oh!"
He moved one hand up to her hair, removing it from her face, "Ready again?", still breathing heavily.
She smiled at him and leaned back, but not that far back, and nodded at him, as she slowly warmed him up again. But he was already there, and she increased the thrusts, working harder than before.
He held onto her back, to stop her from leaning too far back, as her gasps turned into moans and he knew what was coming next. She had her hands on his chest and grabbed his shirt tightly in her fists. One of his hands firmly on her back, the other moved back forward and touched her throat as her head fell back, and he could feel her pulsing between his palms. She sat still and gave into the pleasures, her body exploding, as his thumb dug into her neck, and grabbed onto the collar of her shirt, while the fire of her ran through his body as well.
She fell forward on him, leaning close to him and breathing heavily, her body moving on his chest to his breaths.
"That's going to be the hardest part," he said through his breaths.
"What?", she sat back, looking at him while she was catching up to her breath.
"Neglecting my exercise."
She jokingly hit him on the chest, and used the backfiring force to crawl to the passenger seat, putting her pants back on.
"You're on your own now, buddy."