Delectable (Sinclair Bryant)

Snapshot

Sian worked tirelessly, as ever, in the kitchen of La Croix. Keeping herself to herself. Staff changes had meant that she no longer was so friendly or at ease with her co-workers. She especially missed Perry, rushing in and out, working hard but having fun with it too. The working environment had soured greatly since Christmas last year.

To top it off, Andre had been having blazing rows with management of late, his grievances varied. His pay, shifts, the wait staff, and on the odd occasion, Sian had heard her name. She kept her head down, focussed on her work, refusing to get pulled into whatever bullshit he was playing now.

And for days, with the stress of work being heavy and the nights being long, Sian found herself with less time to dwell on Sinclair's impending departure. Once she left La Croix, he'd be waiting for her, parked outside in his Jaguar. And Sinclair, desperate for those precious hours with her would have all his business wrapped up for the day, so his time could be solely devoted to her.

They'd have a late dinner, sometimes watch a film, which they never seemed to make it to the ending of, take a bath, read pages of a book, lose themselves in each others bodies until the bath they took was redundant, and they needed to shower again. Whatever their hearts desired in those moments alone, they indulged themselves in. It only fortified the feelings they both held in their hearts, feelings they wouldn't speak of since the night Sian had told Sinclair it wouldn't be fair.

When Sian's next day off finally came, they woke lazily in her flat to the sounds of the lively street below them through the open window. It provided a pleasant breeze over their warm cuddled bodies.

"I'm going to take a shower," Sian mumbled, untangling her limbs from Sinclair's, who rested his head adorably on his hand as his mind pulled itself from sleepy dreams.

"Mmm," he hummed groggily, "I'll make the tea...just 5 more minutes."

Sian chuckled as she wrapped a thin, silky robe around her, so as not to shock her flatmates if they happened to pass through the hallway at the same time.

"I thought hibernation was for the winter months," she quipped, sweeping her dark brown hair behind her ears as she watched him so at home in her bed.

"It's winter somewhere...Argentina, Australia," he yawned and shifted until he lay on his stomach, the sheet only warming his legs and bum.
"New Zealand."

"I get your point, Yogi Bear," she chuckled, still quite taken with the sight of his bare back, and the slightly tense muscles of his arms around the pillow he was hugging. She'd like to remember this.

Sian padded to her drawers sneakily, opening the cupboard where she knew she had a camera. It was a few years old, and barely used. She flipped open the back of it, checking it still had film inside and hoping that it wasn't completely ruined by its disuse. A quick check of it made it seem operational, and it was all she had.

Sinclair hadn't moved an inch, thankfully; his 5 minutes being very liberal. She turned, looked through the little window to see Sinclair's body inside of it and then firmly pressed the plastic button on top to snap the picture. It was the scratching sound of resetting the camera that finally caught his half awake/half asleep attention.

Turning his head towards her, he saw the camera in hand and smirked, before rolling over onto his side.

"Did you just take a naughty picture of me?" His morning voice was deep and raspy, and did wonders to the sensitive nerve endings in Sian's body.

"Maybeeee," she drawled then quickly hid the camera behind her back playfully. Sinclair grinned devilishly as he ripped the covers off the lower half of his body, not batting an eyelid at the fact that he was completely naked and in a semi aroused state.