Adrenaline (Sebastian Vettel)

Lucky Break

You'd never put in so much effort for a race day. You'd tried to put your hair up in a bun 5 times, but in the end just settled for letting your curls fall. You'd tried on 4 different outfits and brushes your teeth twice. Nervous was an understatement. From yesterday, it was clear that Seb felt as strongly for you as you did for him.

Wishing Lewis luck at the gate, you fell into step with Minttu on her way to the Sauber garage.
"Thanks for what you said to Lewis,"
"Don't worry about it. You may think Kimi is the iceman but trust me, he loves Seb. He asked me to say something," she winked at you.

Your next stop. The Ferrari garage. You got a couple of strange looks as you walked into the red den, but mostly people were too busy to pay you any attention. You saw Giada chatting to Charles and made your way over. She leaned in your ear "he said to tell you he's in his changing room," she giggled. Trying not to look out of place, you strutted confidently through the garage. Your VIP pass meant you were never in the wrong place, but your brother would disagree. Coming to stand in front of the white door, you knocked gingerly.
"Who is it?" The familiar German voice shouted.
"Y/N!"
The door swung open, large arms whirling you inside and shutting it behind. His mouth was on your neck in seconds, leaving soft kisses all down your exposed collar bone. He'd never dare leave a mark.
"I've missed you," he growled, making you shudder.
"It's been less than 24 hours," you sigh, trying to keep up the last bit of guard you had. He pulled back, a dazzling smile on his lips.
"Too long,"

He pulled you to the sofa across the room, gracefully making his was down to it and pulling you on top of him. You'd never been so close. You could feel every inch of him. Your body was electric, every fingertip on your skin sending a current through you.
"We didn't get a chance to talk yesterday," you pull away.
"What do you want to talk about?" he breathed, still placing kisses on any skin he could see.
"Everything,"
"Specifics,"
"What are we doing?" You whispered. What were you doing. The thought made you sit up, shuffling of of Seb's lap onto the sofa. "What are we doing?"
He paused. "All I can say is that I've wanted to do this for a long time, Y/N. And I know now isn't the right time but when is ever going to be the right time? When I'm retired? I've been sneaking glances at you all season, just hoping you would speak to me. When I heard you broke up with your boyfriend, I just knew I never wanted to see you with anyone else. And if you don't want to do this you don't have to. If you want to leave what happened in Monaco, I won't blame you, you can walk away. But for me, now, whatever this is, it feels EXACTLY right."

It was just about the most romantic thing he could have said. And how could you disagree. So you kissed him, slowly and passionately until...

"Oh my god," Britta chuckled.
"Britta you could knock!" Sebastian fumbled as he tried to sit up, his PA and close friend laughing at the two red faces. "Time to go?" he asked. Britta nodded.

"I wondered what got that performance out of him yesterday," she called after him as he made his way out of the door, sending you a cheeky wink. You made to follow him, when an arm cut off your path. "He doesn't need distractions," she raised her eyebrows at you.
"I'm not distracting, you won't even know I'm here," you countered, ducking under her arm and following out to the garage. Seb was in the car and the mechanics gave him a cheer as he went to take his pole position.

Half an hour later and the mood in the garage had changed dramatically. The weather had taken a turn for the worse and your brother had been taking a second out of Seb's pace on each lap, even after he made an amazing start. Then the inevitable happened. Two champions, side by side in the rain. Two stubborn champions. Lewis clipped the back of Seb's car and sent him flying into the gravel.

Storming back into the garage, Seb bypassed everyone and went straight to his room. You followed, of course. Nudging open the door, you peered inside.
"I really don't need to see a Hamilton right now!" He shouted. Your heart jolted. You were about to close the door when, in a much softer tone he continued, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that...". Behind you were a long line of strategists, engineers and assistants, hanging back to see how Seb's mood was swinging, ready to give him the debrief. You'd have been worried that one of them would leak information about you being there, but then they'd never want to hurt Seb. He saw them as he approached the door, quickly taking your hand. "Not now guys." He pulled you back and out of the back corridor, through the fire exit. You both gasped as the cold air and the rain hit your face.

"Where are we going?" You shouted over the wind...