Work Text:
Work has been hectic for the past few weeks; copious amounts of paperwork piled up on the desk, coffee being drunk as though it was water, and eye bags so deep you can argue they are luggage at this point. Chief hasn’t known rest for quite some time now and it’s quite alarming how she’s close to exhausting herself to the bone.
“When will this end?” Chief groans, slumping onto her desk as she wraps her arm limply around her head and murmurs, “I want a break.”
She closes her eyes for a while, her eyes need to rest, after all. Just a quick five-minute break and she’ll continue powering through the stacks of paper like the slave that she is to her work. Yes, a five-minute break sounds nice.
Knock knock knock.
“Five more minutes,” Chief barely whispers.
Knock knock knock.
“Later, later,” She buries herself in her arms further.
Knock knock knock.
A groan escapes her lips, she lifts her head and slowly blinks herself awake. Everything was a bit of a blur as the firm knocks kept rasping at her office door. Oh, she must have fallen asleep while she was resting her eyes. She checks her phone. 03:00AM. It’s incredibly late. Or way too early. Who would be looking for her at this hour?
Realizing the insistent knocking won’t end anytime soon, she fixes herself a little to look a tad bit presentable. Fingers brushing through her greasy hair, wiping her face with wipes, smoothing down her uniform. She strides towards the door and comes face to face with golden eyes and a gentle smile.
“Eleven,” the chief breathes, moving aside to let Eleven in her office, “What warranted a visit?”
“Hello, dear,” Eleven’s voice was soothing, “I haven’t seen you in a while,” she says as she makes her way to sit on the couch, “I wondered how you were doing.”
“Everything’s fine,” Chief finds herself saying a little too quickly as she closes the door, then goes back to sitting at her desk, “Just flooded with paperwork but everything’s fine.”
Eleven merely hums, twirling a lock of her hair as her eyes scan around the office, taking in a small pile of coffee mugs and mountain of papers on the chief’s desk as well as the scattered books on the coffee table in front of her.
“I swear everything’s fine,” Chief reassures, not sure who she’s really convincing at this point. Her or Eleven?
“When was the last time you went to bed?” Eleven tilts her head a tad bit, hair moving to the side as it exposes her slender neck, and Chief wants nothing more than to bury her face on the juncture between neck and shoulder..
“A while…” Chief shrugs, realizing she can’t really remember the last time her body felt the comfort of a mattress and pillow.
“I believe it’s high time you took a break, Chief,” Eleven says resolutely, making her way towards the Chief’s desk and leans in, her hand finding its way to cradle the other’s face, thumb brushing pale cheek, “Come home with me, darling?”
The Chief finds herself a little dazed, lost in Eleven’s golden eyes. Warm. She feels so warm. Her touch, her gaze, her voice. It all feels too warm. The chief leans into the touch as her eyes slip shut, savoring. With a shuddering breath, she finds her eyes drowning to liquid gold once again.
“Okay,” her own hand finds itself cupping the hand resting on her cheek, “Let’s go home.”
“Have you eaten?” Eleven asks as they enter the Chief’s quarters, “I made you food before heading over to your office, it’s on the dining table.”
“Thank you,” Chief breathes out as she hangs her coat and finds herself in the kitchen.
“I’ll prepare you a bath in the meantime,” She hears Eleven say from the other room, “Find me when you’re done with your meal.”
Chief sits down on of the chairs and digs in, chewing her food as she fights off the weight of her exhaustion. She wouldn’t let Eleven’s efforts go to waste, she finishes her meal and does the dishes and scurries off to find Eleven, the other woman adding oils and soap onto the tub.
“Strip,” Eleven doesn’t even look away from what she’s doing, “Come now, darling, nothing I haven’t seen before, don’t you think?” she teases.
Chief flushes a light pink to the tips of her ears. She nods before realizing that Eleven couldn’t really see her, so she strips herself off her top, followed by her bra, then socks, her pants, and lastly her underwear. She feels like covering herself up. It’s true that this is nothing Eleven hasn’t seen before but it feels different, this is different from when they make love in the sheets. Here she was, naked as the day she was born, in the middle of the bathroom as Eleven prepares her a bath. It feels more intimate somehow.
“Come,” Eleven motions over.
As if hypnotized, Chief nods, walking towards the tub and Eleven assists her in getting in. The warm water feels nice against her skin, the scent of whatever essential oil Eleven has mixed in already makes her feel ten times better than when she was in her office hours ago. She breathes out a sigh, sinking further down into the tub and as she feels herself relax much more.
“I take it this is to your liking?” Eleven chuckles, carding her fingers through Chief’s dark locks, nails scratching against her scalp, “That’s it sweetheart, relax for me, you’re doing so well.”
Chief nods as she preens at the praise, letting herself fall into a trance with Eleven’s voice, “Tell me about your day?”
“Hm?” Eleven merely smiled, nails dragging, and Chief couldn’t help but shudder, “I was hoping to hear about yours.”
“My day’s still the same old boring paperwork. I just—” Chief swallows, “Your voice—I miss it,” then shyly, she adds, “And I wanted to know how you are?”
Eleven lets out a melodious chuckle at that as she combs through and washes the chief’s hair. She goes about her day, what she had for lunch, her work at the TV station, her stroll outside once she clocked out of work, how she picked the chief’s dinner, and Chief listens with rapt attention. Chief allows herself to loosen up, allowing water and soap, and Eleven’s touch and voice wash over her. She feels her muscles relax further under the warm water, feels Eleven’s nails drag on her scalp in gentle smooth motions, her voice a warm blanket that lulls Chief to a puddle of loose limbs.
“Darling?” Eleven’s warm breath is against her ear, “Come now, let’s dry you off.”
“Huh—wha?” Chief mumbles, “Did I fall asleep?”
“Mhm,” Eleven hums, slowly guiding Chief out of the tub and attempting to dry her off—
“Eleven, I can do it—”
“Allow me, dear,” soft lips press against Chief’s cheek, “Allow me to spoil you for all the hard work you’ve been doing.”
Chief feels herself blush, “But—”
“Don’t make me repeat myself, sweetheart,” Eleven leans close, murmuring against her ear, “You want to be good for me, don’t you?”
Yes , Chief internally screams in her brain, I want to be good for you .
“Okay,” Chief lets out a shaky exhale, “Okay.”
Eleven smiles warmly at that, taking the towel in her arms as she starts toweling off the other woman. She starts with Chief’s hair first, gently patting locks of hair between the cloth until dark hair is damp. She then proceeds lower, down Chief’s skin and Chief feels herself sigh at the feeling of cotton drying her skin. She feels her skin prickle at the weight of Eleven’s gaze, a tingling sensation that drives up to her spine as golden eyes keep trailing down her body and deft hands make their way down with the towel.
“Feels nice, right?” Eleven asks with a hint of amusement.
Chief nods, finding it hard to form sentences.
“Words, my dear,” Eleven tuts, as she towels down the Chief’s waist, “I want to hear you.”
“Y-Yes,” Chief merely squeaks, “F-Feels good.”
Eleven hums as she kneels down to dry Chief’s legs, and Chief immediately finds the ceiling quite interesting to look at, it’s true that there’s nothing about each other’s body both women haven’t seen before but Chief always feels extremely shy when she comes face to face with Eleven's… assets and the angle makes said assets very clear to Chief’s eyes.
Once Eleven feels satisfied with Chief's state of dryness, she stands back up and she hangs the damp towel, then gingerly takes the nightgown she picked for Chief to wear, gently easing Chief into said article of clothing. The fine silk feels soft against her skin, the material lightweight and easy on her.
“All done,” Eleven says as she gently holds Chief’s face on the palm of her hand, “It wasn’t so bad now, wasn’t it, sweetheart?”
“It was good,” Chief finds herself saying, nuzzling on the warmth of the other’s hand pressed against her cheek, “Really good. You’re so good to me.”
Eleven smiles at that, slowly tracing her hand down the Chief’s neck slowly, feeling her pulse against her fingertips and Chief couldn’t help the hitch in her breath at the contact. Eleven’s smile turns sensual, eyes following as her fingers trace down to Chief’s shoulder, slowly making its way down to her arm and Chief couldn’t help the goosebumps she feels with each passing moment.
“Bedroom?” Eleven tilts her head to the side, an invitation.
“ Please ,” Chief breathes out.
Eleven lets out a breathy chuckle that never fails to send shivers down Chief’s spine as she intertwines their hands, leading the other to the bedroom.
It's about time Chief used a day off.