Just Another Day at the Office (Septiplier AU)

X-Ray vision can't defeat a great poker face

"Jack?"

No it can't be morning already. I just got home.

"Jack? Baby..."

The overtime is killing me. I think that it is legitimately killing me. Four days straight of watching the Jasper, Dewberry and Habersham neighborhoods. Full of rich snobby people who did nothing but laugh into large glasses of wine that costs more than what I made in a month. I've got to talk to Robin about letting me get just one fucking day -

"If you don't at least try to start getting up in the next five minutes, I'm making you get your own coffee, babe. I mean it."

That threat is enough to push me out of the comfortable warmth of our bed, but just barely. The light of the bright sunlight was I leave the dark heaven of pillows and blankets is enough to make me wince.

Mark is standing at the foot of the bed, his hair a black mop of waves and face looking too amazing to be up this early already dressed and obviously cooking breakfast. The "I Cook...Therefore I Am red and white apron is tied around his waist, and the most handsome face in the world is momentary glaring at me as if I was a child refusing to get ready for school.

"What?"

His dark eyes roll so hard I'm surprised that he can still stand up at all.

"Please tell me that you didn't forget about your meeting today."

It's too early for me to try to bullshit my way out of not know what in the hell he's talking about, and my ability to charm him not able to be activated until at least three to four cups of fresh coffee. Perhaps the pity approach would work this time around.

"I'm exhausted," I mumble, holding my arms out for a hug and a snuggle. "Last night was nothing but getting snooty cats out of a trees and helping a fender bender on the cross road of Forest Drive and White Swan Avenue. The old man was convinced that I was a low level car thief when I came over. Took showing him all of my badges and certifications to stop him from calling the cops to the scene."

With a sigh he crawls into bed with me, strong arms wrapping around and holding me tight. I hum at the warm way he always feels, and wishing that he was still naked in bed like earlier this morning when I had finally got back from my shift.

"Nice try with the pity approach," he whispers in my ear. "You've now got three minutes left or you make your own coffee."

I don't give up that easily. The seeing through to my trick to stay in bed a little longer a small set back into my overall plan for a little sex and snuggle before another nap. Then the delicious ways that coffee makes all of the assholes I deal with at night go away.

"You have a meeting," he mutters, his warmth pulling away from me before I'm ready. "To talk about the new villain reform laws, remember?"

My arms and hit the soft mattress as I stare up at the ceiling of our bedroom. Mark sighs as he taps my thigh with firm fingertips. He means well, and I;m pretty sure I made him pinky swear to make sure that I didn't miss another meeting, but that was so long ago, when I was awake, and probably full of coffee.

"But those meetings are so boring!"

"And if you want us to continue to live in the same household together," he says, the deep velvet of his voice sounding just slightly more ruffled, "Then you need to be involved in creating the new laws. You and I are a working example of how a hero and - "

"Ok, ok...I'll go. Jesus please no monologuing. My brain can't take it without my coffee."

He runs his fingers through his hair and takes a deep breath. He really has an amazing amount of patience for my salty ass in the morning.

"Just take a quick shower, put on your suit and mask, head over to the meeting and then once you come back home I swear to you an uninterrupted day of sex and sleepy snuggles. Deal?"

My stiff neck crackles a little as I lift it off the bed to meet his eyes, my x ray vision not able to see anything but skull and muscles. What's the fucking point of having that type of super power when what I really need is the ability to read minds, or sense dishonesty about sex and snuggle time later?

"You really mean it?"

He inclines his head once to show that he was being honest, with even raising his right hand and extending his finger in the classic "pinky swear" position. I raise my right hand as well, and our pinkies touch.

"Just give me like...five more minutes to get moving before you start to threaten my coffee again?"

"I promise nothing, super hero. Out of bed and into the shower."