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Vox sat in his office, surrounded by monitors and stacks of paperwork. He was the CEO of VoxTek, he had work to do all the time. He didn't have time for breaks. The room was filled with only the sounds of claws clicking against keys on a keyboard, or the sound of a pen scratching against paper as he switched occasionally between typing and writing.
You walked down the hallways towards Vox's office, as it was past midnight and he still hadn't come to bed. Which you knew by now, meant that he was still hidden away in his office. He never seemed to take any breaks. You always had to go and remind him to rest, since he seemed to never do so on his own.
You didn't bother knocking, letting yourself into the office. And sure enough, there he was. Sitting at his desk, surrounded by nothing but work, work, work. He didn't seem to notice you coming in.
You walked up behind his chair, leaning over the top of it and looking down at him. "Vooooooooox..." You dragged out his name, which caused him to finally look up and acknowledge your presence. However, he looked right back down at his work, speaking to you while simultaneously signing some paperwork.
"Not now, hon. I'm busy."
You frowned, displeased by his dismissal of you. You flicked his antenna, causing him to flinch and tense up. That was your usual strategy when he wasn't paying attention to you. Worked every time. He turned his head around, the 180 rotation of it still catching you the slightest bit off guard. You still weren't used to that.
"What?" He glared at you, visibly irritated by your interruption of his work.
You weren't fazed by his annoyance. That, you were used to. You gave him a disapproving look, sighing softly.
"Do you know what time it is?"
"Why does that matter?"
"Vox. It's past midnight, and you're still working."
"And?"
You pinched the bridge of your nose. He always did this.
"And, you need to take some semblance of a break. Come to bed. Please."
Vox spun his chair around so he could face you with his whole body, his head staying in the same place. A little disturbing.
"Sweetheart, I have to work. I don't have time."
"You don't have time to come to bed? When it's, what, 3:00 AM? You don't have time to sleep?"
"I don't need to sleep. That's what coffee is for."
"Caffeine isn't a replacement for sleep."
"It can be, if you drink enough."
You just stared at him for a second, a mix of confused, concerned, snd frustrated. He was going to work himself to double-death at this rate.
"You're going to burn yourself out, Vox. I know firsthand how shitty it feels, nd I don't want you dealing with it too."
"You think I've never had burnout before? Doll, I'm the CEO of a massive company. I'm working 24/7. Of course I've been burnt out before."
"Yeah, so you know how shitty it is."
"There's not much I can do about it. I have to keep working, hon. I'm like a shark; if I don't stop moving, if I don't stop working, I, and my company, will die."
Of course he found a way to bring sharks into this. Dork.
"You're already dead, Vox."
"I still need to keep working. For the sake of my company."
You sighed in frustration, giving up on convincing him to go to bed. You stood up straighter, and grabbed him by the wrist, pulling him out of his chair.
"Hey- What are you doing?! I have to work!"
You turned around and started walking toward the door, dragging him along behind you.
"Either you come with me like this, or I pick you up and carry you to bed." You said without looking at him, continuing your walk. You were going to drag him to bed if you had to. And it seemed like you did.
Vox, being the stubborn little shit he was, dug his heels into the floor and tried to pull away from your hold on his wrist. Which you tightened in response. "Do you want me to carry you? Because I will."
He laughed, not believing your threat. "Oh, come on. You couldn't pick me up of you tried."
"That a challenge?"
"Sure."
Next thing he knew, you were carrying him like a princess down the hallways towards your shared room.
"Well, shit."
You didn't say anything in response to that, continuing to walk until you reached the door to the penthouse that he and you shared. You struggled a bit to open the door, since your hands were full with, well, Vox. You managed it, though.
Once you managed to get past the couple of closed doors and into the bedroom, you tossed him carelessly onto the mattress.
"That was kinda hot."
You snorted.
You climbed into bed beside him, wrapping your arms around him tight, not letting him escape back to work. He had to rest at some point. Surely the company would survive their CEO sleeping at night.
You could tell Vox was exhausted from work, and that he definitely needed the rest, judging by the fact that he was out like a light pretty damn quickly. You smiled a little to yourself, finding it a little cute. You closed your eyes as well, clinging to him and enjoying having him in bed with you for once.