David Tennant One-Shot book

Yes Sir (Alec hardy)

For lovethemarauders
(Y/ln)=your last name

Everyone was heartbroken over the death of Danny Latimer, and if it wasn't bad enough so asinine dick took your best friend Ellie's job! He was impossible to work with, rude and the farthest thing from a people person there ever could be. He only came out of his circular office in the middle of the room for updates and tea, never coffee, learned that one the hard way. Well a few of your collages had gotten bloody sick and tired of his snitty shit and thought they would have some 'fun' on the weekend. Everyone was going to Traders for a pint like usual on Friday, something Hardy frowned apon but couldn't do anything about it. You didn't hate him, but he could get on your nerves when he refused to listen to you. They just wanted to help him....loosen up a little and snuck a little gin into his late night tea. "(y/ln)!"  You heard him call and groan closing you eyes and walking to the office peaking your head in. "Yes sir?" You asked quietly seeing the cup on his desk, you didn't know if you should tell him or not...before you could decide he took a large drink crinkling his nose a little and looking down on it through his silver frame glasses. You would almost admit you found him attractive if he didn't yell and snap so much. He sighed and took his glasses off, "I need you to stay late and go over a few interviews" he said and your eyes widen as you had all been working dusk to dawn and for good reason, but you where exhausted, "but sir!" He gave you a look and you better than to argue as it would only lead to him screaming and throwing you out of his office. He grumble under your breath and stomp to the questioning room hearing him follow where the tape recorder was set up. He carted his tea and a few files with him dropping down into a seat next to you with a grunt hitting play, both of you going over the questions asked to Tom Miller, Ellie's son. The further you got into the interview and more tea he drank the more Alec seemed to talk, and slur for a matter of fact. He tried to shake it off and though you would deny it he looked so cute when he started to ramble over seemingly random things, smiling to yourself and watching until you felt fingers softly running through your hair and jump looking over to see his scruffy cheeks pink slightly and with his hand in his lap, "I...I just...it looked really soft" he mumbled timidly causing you to melt. You looked up and saw the camera. The chief would kill him if she knew he was drunk..."come on hardy...let's go back to the office yeah?" He nodded a little and you gather his things as he stood up and wobbled. "Woah, you ok?" You asked quickly taking his hand and helping him stumble back to his office, there was either a more than a little in that mug or he really couldn't handle his liquor...he fell back in his chair with the cutest giggle you ever heard making you smile. "Now sir-ek!" You squeak and tense when he pulled you to his lap burrowing his face into your neck. You could feel his scruff against your skin and you blush deeply, "you know? Your-your really warm" he mumbles and you felt him shaking a little. "I...I haven't had someone warm since my wife" he said with a shaky sigh and your heart broke. You knew he we once married but not what had ended the marrige, but he looked so much softer and...lonelier now that you relax in his lap. "I'm sorry Hardy" you whisper supportively and stroke your hand through his surprisingly soft brown hair and he looks up a little, those big brown sad eyes pleading for someone, " call me Alec" he whispers and before you knew it his lips where on yours. They where scruffy but warm and soft, once the initial shocked had died you gently kiss him back before he pulled away and snuggled his face back into you. "Thank you for not leaving" he mumble and you node opening your mouth to say something but look down to see he had started to drift off. Your smile becomes soft and you finally help him out to your car, letting him sleep on the ride and get his room key from Becca. Once he was tucked into his bed still in his suite as you weren't brave enough to even look for his pjs you turned to go, "(y/ln)?" He whimpered and your turn answering with a hum, "Good-Goodnight" he whispers shyly, "goodnight sir" you smile gently before you hear, "(y/ln)?" You sigh and turn, "hm?" You say, "will....will you stay with me?" He whispers and you melt sitting on the side of his bed as his long arms wrap around you pulling you tight to his chest scared that if he didn't you would leave causing you to smile, "yes sir" you say closing you eyes