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Goddamn Sleep Protocol

Summary:

Emilie and Lea are just getting to the good stuff, but sadly Lea's programming has other plans.

Notes:

Hiii! Instead of publishing more chapters to my other fics (SOON I PROMISE) I decided to write this, a goofy one-shot for a completely different fandom than the one I usually write for! Because my motivation is a goddamn mess and cannot be controlled, only harnessed.

Based on a stupid intrusive thought I had while Sergey was explaining how Homestedt works.

Enjoy!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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“Hhhi-” Lea whines as she’s pushed up against the wall by Emilie, whose eyes sparkle with a hungry glint. Lea could swear she felt her body flicker under Emilie’s gaze.

“Hi to you too, cherié~” Emilie purrs, her fingertips pressing into Lea’s shoulders as she eyes the girl in admiration, biting her lip as her eyes drift along Lea’s body. “It’s been such a long, exhausting trip getting here. Would you like to help me ‘relax?’” Emilie asks with a wiggle of her eyebrows. 

“!!!!” Lea hums, nodding rapidly, prompting a bubbly giggle from Emilie.

“You’re so adorable Lea,” Emilie says, dropping her sultry tone for one of pure adoration that fills Lea with butterflies, before pulling Lea close and locking their lips together.

Lea moans into Emilie’s mouth, wriggling against her hands, which have begun drifting down Lea’s body to lift up under her shirt, and Lea gasps sharply at the lovely feeling of Emilie’s fingers on her torso. Her whole body quivers with want, and Emilie’s tongue slides into her mouth, making Lea wriggle and whimper.

Emilie pulls away from the kiss suddenly, only to latch her lips onto Lea’s neck and start sucking and nibbling in a way that completely replaces all of Lea’s thoughts with static.

“Hiii,” Lea moans as Emilie starts sucking harder at her pulse point, “hHIBYELeathankshowhihiHII~”

Emilie giggles again, removing her mouth from Lea’s neck, much to Lea’s dismay. “Talkative today, hmm?”

“Lea!” Lea responds, laughing along with Emilie.

“I love you, cherié.” Emilie says, and Lea raises her hand up, middle and ring fingers curled in while her pinky, pointer finger, and thumb are extended. Emilie’s cheeks are dusted with a twinge of red, much to Lea’s delight. “We should probably take this to bed, non?”

Lea nods and squeals as Emilie scoops her up into her arms. “HI!?!”

“Mon dieu! You’re so light!!” Emilie laughs and carries Lea over to the bed with ease, “so glad I decided to come over in person for this.”

“!?” Lea lets out little flustered squeaks as Emilie carries her, wriggling in her arms and feeling her face heat up, until she’s tossed onto the bed and-

 

> Log Out

 


 

> Log In

 

Lea groans groggily as her avatar materializes, sitting up and rubbing her eyes slowly. Her eyes sweep around the room as her thoughts start running again seeing Emilie sitting on the edge of her bed, facing the other way, then she shouts and darts upright as she remembers last night, specifically, getting logged out right as she and Emilie were getting to the good part. Goddamn sleep protocol.

“SORRY!!” Lea shouts as she wraps her arms around Emilie from behind, “Sorry! Sorry!!!”

“AH!” Emilie yelps and lets out a little laugh, turning around to face Lea, “no worries, cherié! It’s only been a few minutes.” She gives Lea a small, brief kiss. “I called Sergey and got him to boot you back up.”

“Thanks...” Lea mumbles, looking down sheepishly, “sorry.” 

“I already said it’s okay!” Emilie says with a smile, kissing Lea again for good measure, “and we don’t have to worry about it happening again, Sergey said he adjusted the code so you won’t log out on accident anymore. Then he went into a rant about some nerdy connerie about ‘predictive interfaces’ and ‘intent reading’ so I hung up.”

Lea nods with a smirk. That sure sounds like Sergey. Then she gives Emilie an affectionate smile and signs: you, me, continue, want ?

“Yes please!” Emilie giggles and then pounces on Lea, pinning her to the bed beneath her, the hungry glint in her eyes returning.

Notes:

Blame Sergey.