Is it me or is race week becoming really painful for us Seb fans? I really hope we do get to hear something about next year any time soon, just to give us a little morale boost!
Anyway, thanks as always for the votes, the comments and the reads! Have a lovely week :)
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'do we really have to go, Schatzi?' Seb asked her, as she finished her make-up. Valeria slid out of her joggers and started putting her dress on. She looked up to him, his mood still distraught from the race. She knew he didn't want to party, but she also knew how bad it would have looked for any of them not to be there.
'You know we do. And I know you don't want to. But we can do a replica of Silverstone...' she walked towards him 'and if you're lucky, we could do a full replica of Silverstone' she whispered, suggestively, in his ear.
'Oh yeah?' he smirked, pulling her closer to him.
'mhmh' she nodded, pushing herself up to reach his lips. Seb let out a soft groan, his mind fogged by desire. 'alright, alright. I'll come. You always have a way to convince me' he said, sightly out of breath.
'Now we really need to go, because everyone is already talking enough about us.' She told him, with a smirk. 'I'm just gonna finish my hair, but we need to leave like 10 minutes ago'
'OK. I'll just need to sit down for a minute. Damn you.' he huffed.
They walked into the party a while later, hand in hand, giggling like children. Valeria had convinced Seb to do a few shots before leaving their room and they were both already tipsy.
'Vale! You finally made it!' Pietro smiled, once she had joined him and a few mechanics. She had left Seb to catch up with Mattia and Charles as he properly congratulated his teammate on the win. She knew Seb had wanted to be the guy bringing Monza back to Ferrari since he had joined and she knew how heartbroken he was about not having done it.
'Sorry, it's been a long day. But I'm here! What are we all drinking?' she asked.
Giorgio appeared with a bottle in his hand. His level of inebriation and loudness clearly indicated that the clear liquid he was carrying around definitely wasn't water.
'home made grappa. Can you take it, Romana?'
'Mate, my grandad was from Abruzzo and my other grandad is British. I can take alcohol' she laughed, as he filled a shot glass for her.
Valeria let the familiar burn go from her mouth to her throat. 'hit me again' she told Giorgio, with a smile.
'Damn. You're proving a point' he laughed, filling the glass again and doing the same with his.
'salute' she told him, as she clinked her glass with his.
'you have literally been in for 10 minutes and you have already drunk more than I have in the last hour' Dan had just joined the group to say hi to Valeria.
'mate, we're celebrating!' she smiled. 'grappa? Giorgio will probably share with you too if you ask nicely and in Italian. Well done on p4 today, by the way'
'Thanks, Taz. Where's Seb? I still haven't properly congratulated you both... last week was...'
'Horrible' she concluded. 'I believe Seb is... DOING SHOTS WITH KIMI WITHOUT ME?' she exclaimed, almost shrieking , surprised. She grabbed Dan's arm and walked towards the two former teammates.
'what is this? Are you doing shots without me?' she asked, pretending to angry.
'sorry, Schatzi. I...' Seb started.
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RomanceIt had been 10 years since the last time Valeria had set foot in a kart, or a circuit for that matters. She had grown up watching Formula1 with her dad and he had tried so many times to get her involved in motorsports. Her quick wit and annoyance a...
