My Funny Valentine

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱

tw: mentions of sex, cursing

It was the weekend now, and boy were you tired. The rest of the week leading up to today, Saturday, consisted of the usual. Getting ready for work, going to work, sucking off Sinclair while you were under his desk, getting eaten out by Sinclair while you were on his desk, and the occasional quickie against the wall of his office before a meeting. Needless to say, this weekend was needed and you were sore.

It was late in the afternoon, about 6 o'clock, and the sun had barely gone down. You were currently snuggled up on your couch, watching a movie, alone...as you have been since you moved here. Sinclair was spending time with Natalie, at his house...with Richard. You felt bad for the man. He had to be in their presence and act like he didn't know that they were fucking behind his back. Little did Natalie and Richard know that he was fucking someone else too, you. And you were glad he was too. Yes, you would technically be considered a home wrecker but so would Richard and he's Natalie's brother so it says a lot.

You were in the middle of watching a cliche romantic movie for the second time that night when your heard a knock at the door. You turned to your living room window to see that it was now raining, hard. The knocks kept coming as you walked to your door and opened it, seeing Sinclair drenched at your doorstep with a frustrated look on his face.

"I'm sorry, I didn't have your number so I decided to stop by. I should just leave. Again, I'm sorry y/n, I'll be on my way."

"Sinclair, you don't have to leave. Come in, come in, you must be freezing." You stepped aside and pulled the man in. Droplets of water fell on your floor as you dragged him into your little laundry room.

"Take off your clothes." You demanded.

"I would like to be wined and dined before I do that," He joked, chuckling at his own joke.

"Sinclair, can you please take your clothes off. You're dripping all over my floor and I just want to dry them for you," You said with a chuckle.

"Fine but only because you said please," He stripped and stopped at his boxers, slowly raising his gaze back to you and silently asked if he takes them off too.

"No, Sinclair, leave them on. I'm still a bit sore from our previous activities that went on during the week."

He chuckled and let them be.

You grabbed the soaking clothes and threw them in the dryer, throwing in a dryer sheet as well. Grabbing his hand, you lead him to the living room and sat him down on the couch, throwing the blanket you were previously using over his shoulders. He thanked you silently and got comfortable.

"Do you want some clothes to wear for now?"

"Are you sure that they'd fit me? I don't think we're the same size."

You rolled your eyes,"So, is that a yes or a no?"

"Yes, but hurry up. I want you to warm me up while we watch whatever movie is on." He said as he adjusted the blanket.

You ran down the hallway to your room, searching through your drawers for some old men's clothes. You've had your fair share of one night stands since your arrival in London so you were bound to have some of your fling's old clothes. Finally, you found them and went back to Sinclair, throwing them in his lap while you took a seat next to him on your couch. He furrowed his brows and turned to you.

"Can you show me where your bathroom is?"

"Yeah, yeah sure."

You got up and Sinclair followed, leading him to your personal bathroom instead of the tiny one across the hall. Your bathroom was significantly bigger. A large bathtub in the corner, a full length mirror that was on the wall, a shower, a rather larger counter with another mirror, and obviously the sink and toilet. 

He placed his clothes on the counter and grabbed your hand, pulling you to him and kissing you. The kiss was eager and desperate and he wasn't backing down. You pulled back, puzzled at his sudden outburst. He looked mad, but at what? Sinclair walked over to the sink and set his hands down, his head falling in front of him. The atmosphere in the room changed quickly as you sauntered over to him. 

"Sinclair, are" You paused, "are you okay?" You placed a hand on his bare shoulder. He flinched under your touch.

"I should go," He said after releasing a shaky breath. His hands lifted off of the sink and landed on the clothes, grabbing and handing them to you with his head hung low. 

"Sinclair," You sighed, "please don't leave." You fiddled with the clothes in your hand. Setting them down once more, you hugged him from behind, pressing small kisses on his back. Sinclair sighed and relaxed against you, placing his hands on top of yours. You stayed like this for a few minutes, basking in each others warmth until he turned in your arms. Peering down at you with tear stained cheeks, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. 

"Come on, let's go lie down." Lifting a hand up to his face, you wiped his wet cheeks. You rubbed his upper arm with your hand before taking his and leading him to your bedroom. The clothes were soon forgotten as you cuddled with Sinclair, taking in his scent as he wrapped his arms around you. His face was buried in your neck, pressing small miniscule kisses up and down your jugular. Reveling in the heat that was radiating off of Sinclair's nearly naked body, you found yourself growing tired in his arms as you fell deeper and deeper into the depths of sleep.

"You're mine, y/n... Only mine... No one else's..."