So first WR fic for me... I got bitten by the Sian/ Michael bug but not as brilliantly as I first thought. At the moment, this is a one-shot. I do have more of a developed story planned for it, but I'm making no promises because I'm really busy. This is pre Waterloo Road and actually pre Michael getting stabbed, so no Jez, no other kids etc. So for now - a Sian/Michael one-shot.

Disclaimer: I don't own it - or them...

Rebound

"Miss Edwards, have you got a minute?" Sian looked up after hearing the knock and the sentence that came fused to it. He had to learn to stop that. 'That' being assuming she wasn't in the middle of something when he knocked and ploughing straight on with whatever he had to say. She pointedly yet playfully set down her pen, looking at the clock on her desk in the lab before waving dismissively at her small study group.

"We only have five minutes left. Go to lunch early – but I want those experiment reports in on time with no excuses!" She smiles warmly at her group of dedicated students before ushering them out of the lab and then leaning back on one of the taller desks looking expectantly at Michael. He slowly stepped into the room after the last student had dashed for the door and walked with purpose towards her.

"Aren't we in a rewarding mood today?" He suggestively quipped, coming to a stop in front of her, his arm instinctively ending up holding the edge of the desk next to her hip.

"They've been working hard." She returns, looking him straight in the eye with a penetrating gaze. "And they would still have been working hard had you not interrupted their session…" She raised her eyebrows slightly, showing him that she knew exactly why he had knocked on her door and it wasn't anything to do with work.

"Five minutes isn't going to hurt their future careers… " He jokes, running his other hand slowly down from her elbow to her hand and squeezing it. "Besides I needed to see you. I missed you this morning-"

"Because you had a meeting" Sian interjected, looking fleetingly down at where their hands were joined before setting her eyes back on his face with a smirk.

"Because I had a meeting…" He conceded and with a grimace continued "and I have another one now…" He saw the deliberate roll of her eyes – her attempt at pretending to brush off the hurt with a joke – but he also saw the tiny huff of a sigh escape her lips. "I know I said lunch. But can I make it up to you tonight? Anywhere you want, my shout?" He looked hopefully at her, using his free hand to skirt round and rest at the small of her back. His preventative measure for when she tried to resist him and pull back; which she did moments later. Realising he had a strong hold of her Sian surrendered a smile as he leant in to capture her lips in a light kiss.

"You're incorrigible…" Sobering up she replied more seriously. "Can we just stay in? Pizza and a bottle in front of the T.V sounds really good right now. I need to forget about how spectacularly some of my pupils are about to fail their mock exams…" She watches as he physically mulls it over, his head moving from one side to the other.

"Sure." He kisses her again then, deeper this time. His hand moves from hers and finds the side of her face and then he's pressing up against her. She enjoys the feeling of him being so close to her, he's strong, assured, controlled and safe and Sian counts herself lucky that she's found someone like Michael to make her feel untouchable: secure. Her hands rest comfortably on his chest and both his hands are now on either cheek, pulling her face closer still. She wraps her hands around the lapels of his expensive suit jacket, the top of her hand brushing against the silky material of his pocket square, the one he only ever wears for board meetings. Sian smiles and pulls back.

"You're going to be late…" But her warning falls on deaf ears as his lips come crashing back down on hers again, almost desperately. She pushes him a bit more forcefully this time. "Michael. Go. Otherwise I might not bring my rewarding mood home with me tonight." She still has hold of his lapels and uses them to position herself so her mouth if hovering by his left ear. "There were other reasons I asked you for a night in." Sian found it difficult to keep the smile out of her voice as she could feel him stiffen at her tone. She was still unbelievably close to him and it wouldn't be long before he was unable to control himself. Having mercy on him she let go and watched as he slowly back away with eyes firmly on her.

"Tonight." Michael nodded at her as he retreated out of the door of the science lab in the direction of his office.

It wasn't often that Sian went back to Michael's flat after a full day at school to find him already there. It was the reason he had given her the key to his place so early on in their relationship, after a brilliant incident in which he arrived home spectacularly late to find her nearly asleep on the steps of his flat; he had cut her a key so she 'didn't have to look like a tramp' again. She still couldn't quite believe the rush of relief she got when she heard the satisfying creak and slam of the front door behind her, alerting Michael to the fact she had arrived and her to the fact she could finally switch off from work. She leant against the radiator as she swiftly toed off her regulation height heels and felt the soft carpet of the hallway beneath her feet. She had half expected Michel to be all laminate flooring and minimalism, but it was surprisingly comforting. Most rooms were carpeted and there wasn't a leather sofa or clear-glass table in sight. Instead, she wandered through to the living room, she had heard the television reduce in volume after the door had closed behind her so Sian knew she didn't need to shout that she was back – he had heard. Michael was, in fact, facing the entrance to the living room and he caught her eye as soon as she appeared in the doorway, fixing her with an assured smile. She gave him a tired one back, before letting her knees give way and flopping onto the sofa next to him. He moved his arm so it was around her shoulders and she leaned into him, momentarily shutting her eyes.

"Hey." Michael said softly in greeting. "Long day?" He got a small 'hmm' and a slow nod against his chest in response and he laughed to himself before dropping a kiss to Sian's temple and tracing a lazy pattern on her outside shoulder. "Do you still want pizza or would you rather just sleep? Because either's good with me…" To be honest Michael wasn't holding out for a reply, but he relinquished his hold on Sian as she rose into a sitting position to face him.

"This was supposed to be our night… I'm so sorry Michael but…" She sighed heavily, looking down into her lap. "I am so tired." He only pulled her head back down into its earlier position.

"It's fine. You rest, we've got plenty of time for everything else."

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