Delectable (Sinclair Bryant)

Comfort

"Sian," Sinclair whispered as he sat next to her sleeping form. He was hoping to rouse her with the steaming mug of tea in his hand before he had to leave for work. She barely even shuffled.

Sinclair moved her dark hair away from her face gently and tucked it behind her ear. He wondered if he was overstaying his welcome as he watched her sleep. It had been two nights after all. Not that she had protested in any way, quite the opposite but he didn't want to seem like he wanted more of her than she was willing to give. Maybe he was just overthinking it though. She had given him no reason to think like that. The small rise and fall of her almost bare shoulder, as she breathed softly, took the focus of his gaze and quieted his mind.

When Sian worked last night Sinclair waited for her in the flat. She was unsure at first, worried that he would feel awkward or bored but Sinclair did the washing up before watching television for most of the evening, before meeting her outside the restaurant to walk back to the flat with her. He knew she did every night by herself but he felt more comfortable knowing she wasn't alone.

Sinclair touched the pale skin that peeked out from the duvet. She was so soft. Not only to touch but in herself. She was soft with him. Kind. Gentle. He didn't want to go to work. He wanted to stay with her there.

"That tickles," Sian groaned and stilled Sinclair's hand clumsily with her own. Sinclair bit his bottom lip to stop the laugh that threatened to leave his mouth and leaned down to kiss her cheek.

"I have to go," he said regretfully, "There's tea on the side."

She didn't open her eyes but she gripped his hand tighter.

"Capitalism is bull..." a yawn erupted from between her soft, sleep-warmed lips before she could finish her sentence, "shit. Let's be hippies."

"Oh no, I tried flares in my teens, never again," he replied with a soft chuckle.

"Nonsense," she argued and slowly opened her eyes to Sinclair's crisp tailored suit and clean-shaven face. His sandy hair was pushed back but she knew it wouldn't stay there for long. "But you do look good in a suit."

"Mm, thank you," he leaned down and pecked her lips, then lingered there a moment. He really didn't want to go to work. "Can I get you anything else before I go?"

"You don't have to wait on me, Sinclair."

"Shhh," he kissed her again, "you had a long night at work. So, please answer the question."

Sian rested her hand lazily on the back of his neck and kissed him this time.

"I'm good," she finally answered, "I'll probably drink that tea and then go back to sleep for an hour. It's early."

"You did tell me not to leave without saying goodbye," he reminded her, now feeling guilty that he had woken her up.

"Oh, I did...I do."

"I hope so," he sighed and promised himself that he'd only kiss her one more time then get up. As his lips moved over her jaw and towards her neck, he didn't care that he had failed. Especially when she sighed contentedly at the kiss he placed just below her ear, before whispering in it. "Have a great day."

"You too," she replied, now feeling like she may be too flustered to get back to sleep. His voice seemed to be even deeper in the morning and it made the back of her neck tingle.

Sinclair stood and brushed over his suit, looking down at Sian as he did so. He liked it there, at her flat. Maybe a little too much.

The extra time Sinclair took to leave meant he arrived through his office door with a minute to spare. But it was worth the rush in his opinion.