Adrenaline (Sebastian Vettel)

Unfinished Business

Seb fumbled in his pocket for the keys to his car, a black Ferrari (of course) with dark windows. The lights flashed as he unlocked the doors, pulling you in with him onto the passenger seat.
"Are we going somewhere?" You laughed.
"Hmmm," he pretended to consider. "Here is fine!" He pulled your lips down to his.
"Seb I'm soaked through!" You shivered.
"I can warm you up," he whispered, so close to your ear that you could feel his breath tickle your neck. His fingers gripped the damp fabric of your dress at your waist as you both pulled away to look at each other. It was like you couldn't get enough of him. Every time he'd look at you it was like his eyes were searching you, and he'd always crack a smile if you looked serious for too long.
"I like you," you whispered. Then laughed. It sounded so silly to say out loud. But what else was there to say? It was nothing more, nothing less. You wondered how you'd managed to keep your hands off each other all these years, but you knew the truth. You'd always thought he was out of your league, or that it just wasn't something that happened to a girl like you. Well it was happening. And the truth was that from the first second your lips met, you knew you'd never be able to get enough.
"You're not bad," he shrugged, laughing as you gasped loudly and pulled away from him. "Well, you can't exactly be good for me. I've already taken a punch to the jaw for you," he continued. You lightly tapped him on the chest with your first.
"Well there's one from me, don't be so cheeky!"
He winked, sending you crazy. His fingers dug into your skin and your smiling lips met his. All of a sudden it was getting a little hot and heavy.

Then you looked up. Fireworks. And no you weren't imagining them this time, there were actual fireworks coming from the stadium.
"Shit. Shitshitshitshitshit," you muttered as you tried to untangle yourself from Seb. "I've got to go," you said, kissing him once more before you jumped out of the car.

Running inside, you were met my a concerned looking Giada. "Where were you? Lewis just won!" And even though you knew that you were betraying every inch of your brothers trust, nothing would ever stop those words from making your heart glow. With one final look back at Sebastian who was loitering at the back of the garage, you took off, sprinting through the crowd towards the Mercedes jackets you could see lined across the fence. You pushed your way to the front as Lewis pulled up his winning car, beaming. As he ran towards you, his smile had never been bigger. Jumping on all of you, he took an extra moment to hug you tight.
"I knew you had my back sis!"

Over the next three race weekends you stole hidden moments with Sebastian, but never long enough for more than a quick kiss, a few words. You fell asleep every night mid text. It was going by too quickly for your liking that was for sure. On the back of Canada, Lewis was winning left right and centre, which meant you never got to spend an evening with Sebastian because you were too busy celebrating. And after qualifying he always had to sleep well. Lewis hadn't noticed a thing, what with your growing friendship with Giada. You'd sneak to the lounge to meet her, or to the Ferrari garage, and she would give you the all clear to sneak off to Seb. But it was never in view of anywhere press could be. You'd learned your lesson.

During a stolen 5 minutes after the British GP, where Lewis had been out with fans, Seb couldn't find the words to tell you how desperately he wanted more than this, how frustrated he was becoming with not being able to call you, to touch you.
"Come to next weekend with me," he asked.
"Seb you know I can't"
"Fine come with Giada then if I'm so awful to be seen with,"
"Seb I have to come with Lewis. I can't just show up by myself. Anyway he'd notice. He'd see that there were huge chunks of time where I wasn't with her. He ain't stupid."
"Well does it matter if he knows? Really?"
"Seb of course it does. You know that. Don't start this now ok, I really have to go."
"Big celebrations," Seb muttered. You caught his eye, questioning. He was obviously in a bad mood, you thought, not knowing that really all he wanted to do was tell you exactly how he was feeling. His tone was starting to annoy you.
"Don't you realise how hard this is for me too?" You were the one that could lose a brother. "Sorry, I just want to spend some time with you," he continued.
"No Seb, you just want to sleep with me," you turned from him.
"That's not true!" He grimaced. He was doing this all wrong. You sighed.
"Then why are you making this fuss now? Im sorry I can't come to you in the middle of the night Seb"
"That's not what this is about?"
"Well it feels like that's what it's about. You're always so frustrated when I have to run off. It's not my fault. I need to go and meet with Lewis,"
"You're running off now!"
"Oh sorry I'm not going to have sex with you in the back of the Ferrari offices Seb, what do you want me to say. There's nothing I can do to make this easier," you sighed. The pressure had been getting to you too. The lying. The sneaking around. Really you just wanted him. All of him. All the time. You wiped tears of frustration from your eyes. It was never going to change was it?
"Wait. Are we ok?"
You looked into his blue eyes.
"I don't know Seb,"