Adrenaline (Sebastian Vettel)

The Beginnings

You and Lewis had always been close, but in his eyes that just gave him all the more reason to be protective over you. Eight years his junior, you'd started supporting him at races solo when you were fifteen. Ten years later you were a well recognized pair and Lewis had been winning back to back world championships. But it was 2019 and it looked like this year could be the change.

It's not like you'd ever looked for love with any of his competitors or team mates over the years. But as you sat backstage at the press conference of the Spanish Grand Prix, your eyes wandered slowly up and down the athletic figure of Sebastian Vettel as you made a mental note not to drool. And you'd been doing this A LOT recently. If you were honest with yourself, you'd always had a bit of a crush, but it was the sort of  'he's five years older and way out of my league' sort of crush. The usual. After breaking up with your steady highschool boyfriend and finally learning to let go a little, you didn't really think anything would change this season apart from the fact you might not feel so guilty about going to EVERY race weekend because there was no reason to stay at home anyway! And maybe you wouldn't feel so guilty about that little burn in your heart every time you saw a certain someone. And after three races had gone by you definitely couldn't deny you had wandering eyes, which wasn't exactly good news if your brother found out. 

The good news was that you had managed to avoid Seb relatively well. Like every year, there would be the small talk and the awkward hello's but you kept your replies short, and definitley avoided all eye contact. At least you could blame it on the fact that this year there was some serious competition for the trophy.

Britta, Ferrari press officer, announced that there was only a minute left of the interview, breaking your train of thought which was straying toward the slightly inappropriate things you'd love to do if only he wasn't wearing that suit. Family backstage sighed with relief, finally able to go home after a long day. The buzzer sounded and the panel got up. You made a move towards the open door where the drivers were filing through, hoping Lewis would be ready to leave as soon as possible. 

"Lewis, a word?" Toto called, his loud tone carrying right past you. As if you ever had a chance.

Shit. Now you were stuck. 

"(Y/N)!) No, no, no ,no ,no. You'd know that voice anywhere. The accent. The cheeky tone you knew came from the grin that parted his perfect lips. You spun around, coming face to face with the gorgeous German, hoping like hell you weren't blushing. "I have a feeling you've been avoiding me recently, can I tell you why?" he smiled. 

Oh no. "Erm..." 

"The thing is," he continued, a small grin playing on his lips as he surveyed your startled expression "I used to be quite fond of our little talks. For someone related to the person who makes my life hell on track, you are surprisingly easy to get along with . However every time I catch your eye you run like I'm driving towards you at 250mph." 

His jokingly formal tone and intent eyes searched you. Seeing no response coming, he leaned in so you could feel his breath tickling your ear. "And I've been told by Britta that in her... what did she say... woman's opinion - you can't take your eyes off of me," he whispered as he pulled away, coming up to his full height while you wanted to shrink to nothing. How? How had you been that indiscreet? He gave a small laugh as he walked away, shooting you a wink before disappearing. Damn. No, stop. Focus. 

"(Y/N)?" This time it was Lewis who called your name. "Ready?" 

Nodding, you followed him to his car. "Why are you so red?" he asked. "With a face like that you could be a Ferrari supporter!" 

"Why would you say that?" you snapped. Did he know? Did he hear?

"I'm joking (Y/N), I know you'd never betray me like that. You can be friends with Kimi's wife all you like, just stay well away from Vettel, he's trouble." Lewis looked at you pointedly before starting his car. Your face didn't change. "(Y/N) I'm kidding!" he said before driving off towards the airport that would get you home. Safe. But something told you Lewis wasn't quite joking about that last part. Maybe he had seen the way you looked at Seb too...

"Kimi doesn't even drive for Ferrari this season, shut up" you said through gritted teeth. 

"Oh, I know. But I just don't want you fraternizing with the enemy."  

Fuck. 

A/N The next chapter hots up in Monaco :)