Fifth Light (Sebastian Vettel)

Chapter 44: Anger

After everyone got back to the villa, it was time to say goodbye to Julie and Greg. Casey would see them soon enough as they were due to fly back to England in 2 days time and wouldn't be flying away again for awhile as the British Grand Prix was next on the calendar.

She'd said her goodbyes to Seb's parents back at the track before they left. They would see them again soon too anyway. Seb had planned to take her back to his family's home over the next two days before they went back to England.

The house felt a little quieter after Julie and Greg had left, but nobody really had time to notice. They were all rushing around showering and changing into more appropriate clothes for the imminent night out.

Due to their distance from the city, they had skipped dinner with the team, instead opting to eat quickly at the villa before jumping into two taxis that turned up to take them straight to the celebrations.

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Seb lead Casey through the heavy doors of the venue, their fingers loosely intertwined. They were followed by Jacob and Evan, with Britta and Heikki taking up the rear.

Casey grinned as the pit crew spotted them and cheered loudly, raising their drinks to Seb and beckoning him over enthusiastically.

They were all seated among a myriad of chairs and couches, split over several tables in a semi-circle around the edge of the busy room. Rocky was the first to receive Seb, pulling him in and slapping his shoulder proudly.

The tables were all laden with various pitchers of colourful liquids. Casey laughed as Kyle rushed over to her and unexpectedly thrust a cocktail glass full of bright orange liquid into her hand. She watched as the others were all quickly served with various drinks too. Brand shouted for everyone to make room and the 6 of them managed to squeeze around the tables. Casey perched on the arm of the couch Seb had been mobbed into sitting on. She lay her hand across his shoulder, fiddling with the hair at the base of his neck.

She'd managed to find a new dress for the night, having ordered it online the week before and getting it delivered to the villa just in time. It was a flattering, casual cocktail dress; navy blue in colour with white buttons down the front and a white lace trim across her mid-thighs. She wore her hair in her usual loose waves down one side of her neck. The pit crew had a sizable head-start on them in terms of alcohol consumption and were rowdy to say the least. Harry and Brand were busy scoping the women milling around the room, calling over a pair of giggling girls to join the table. Everyone was laughing and chatting among themselves, having a thoroughly good time.

Once the focus on Seb had worn off, he put his drink down on the table and grabbed Casey's hips. She yelped as he upset her balance and pulled her on to his lap. She laughed quietly as she settled into place and rested her forehead against his, holding his eye contact and tracing her fingers around his jaw.

"You look stunning." he murmured, glancing down at her lips and watching her smile.

Casey was somewhat used to holding back from being too affectionate with him whenever they were in a public venue. He was an especially private person and she didn't want to flood the internet with photos of them in moments that they only intended for each other. This time though, she couldn't help herself.

She tilted her chin and pressed her lips against his. He surprised her by immediately deepening the kiss and pulling her body even tighter against his chest.

After a few moments, she begrudgingly pulled away and took in a sharp breath. "Easy tiger." she reminded him in a murmur, biting his lower lip slowly.

"How am I supposed to stop myself?" he replied huskily, stroking his thumb over her cheek.

She smiled and kissed his cheek before trailing her lips down to his jaw. He relaxed backwards into the couch and pulled her with him, settling into the plush cushions contentedly as she rested her head against his neck and wrapped her arms around him.