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Respite

(Y/N) leans back in his chair as he eyes the computer before him.

He had been doing an excess amount of paperwork this past quarter due to an unexpected power outage earlier this morning. This normally never happens and had everyone flaking out. Corporate had to call in people who were off-duty so they could catch up with lost progress, including himself.

He had completed most of the work, but there was still a lot to do and it left him exhausted. He stresses that he may have to skip his one break of the day just to make ends meet.

He let's out a yawn as he reaches over his shoulder and stretches.

Almost on cue, a figure leans into his cubicle. "I take it you're done?"

(Y/N)'s mood deflates more than it already had. He spins in his seat with an aggravated frown. "No, H, I'm not."

Serial Designation 'H' was (Y/N)'s assigned Deconstruction Drone. Sporting the iconic silver known amongst the D-Series, her synthetic hair was long, curly, and tied back into a ponytail. She wore formal office clothes that went past her polymer thighs with an orange turtle neck underneath to match her tinted glasses.

At JcJenson, employees tasked with the drudgiest of work are assigned a drone to help make things a bit more manageable and encourage productivity in the workspace. Everyone already knew that it was just a ploy to keep anyone from slacking off and stealing any of their beloved pens.

'Cheap pieces of shit anyway.'

The drones were fairly pleasant as long as you did your job, otherwise they'll hound you and tattle about it. H wasn't much different. She was a stoic drone that had a sort of no-nonsense attitude and takes her oil as though it was coffee, embodying the stereotype at its fullest.

Aside from that, she was quite the looker and the talk of the other drones, though none of them made an attempt at asking her on any dates given how prickly she can be.

Because of this, they were jealous that a human like (Y/N) had the privilege of interacting with her openly. He honestly didn't see the appeal since she's a bi-

"(Y/N)."

The human is snapped out of his thoughts and shakes his head. "Sorry, I didn't catch that."

"Dozing off isn't tolerated. Have you been getting any sleep?" H asks and purses her lips.

(Y/N) leans into his hand. "I slept fine. I'm just exhausted from all the work today."

She nods. "That's to be expected. How much have you completed?"

(Y/N) rubs his face as he recollects. "About 67%." He doesn't know if that number was correct but felt it was close enough. "I should get it done by tonight, but at the rate I'm going, I'll have to stay after hours."

Which left him with hours less of sleep before he had to drag himself back to his chair.

H takes his words into consideration as she thinks. She takes a rather long and uncomfortable amount of time doing this...

Uncharacteristically, she looks out the cubicle and scans around before turning back to him. Her screen emotes hesitance as she chews her lip.

(Y/N) notes her odd behavior and looks at her cautiously. "What's wrong?"

Instead of answering him, she carefully steps toward him, turns around, and sits on his lap.

The act makes him jump out of his skin. "What're you-!?"

H hushes him with a hand. "Just relax..." She whispers.

Slowly, she brings the side of his face to her chest and holds him there, enfolding him in her arms.

(Y/N) is more than a little flustered. This was definitely inappropriate and he dreads an employee or one of the higher ups catching them.

Yet, as she strokes his cheek with a thumb, he gradually feels himself relax. He takes in her warmth and the smell of tangerine emenating from her as he gets lost in her embrace. Against his better judgment, he moves his arms around her waist and holds her. Her sweater more than made up for the lack of skin.

H feels the human's breathing come to a slow, steady rhythm and smiles. She leans in and gives his forehead a tender kiss. His hold tightens a little, but she doesn't mind.

They quietly enjoy each other's company as the sounds of the office around them provide an oddly soothing ambience.

Eventually, it comes to an end when H  strokes his shoulder to get him to let go. He does and she gets up to fix her outfit. Now that the moment was over, he was feeling lonely.

"Break's over. Get back to work." She says, her usual attitude now reclaimed as though nothing happened. She walks off, leaving the human with a prominent blush on his cheeks.

He tries to get back to work as he shakes off his embarrassment. When he does, he immediately notices an improvement. He still had to skip break, but he managed to complete the documents much faster than he had anticipated and was done just before his shift was over.

As he drives down the highway, he can't help but feel excited to come into work tomorrow.