You've been at your desk all day, working out issues and signing things for Dohbar. Kwol had once again let things slide until you had to step in and deal with them. Important laws and orders, renewals of treaties, new agreements, they'd all been neglected. Of course you know he leads the army, and you understand that training and leading the army took lots of time, but in times of peace, like your planet has been in since even before he took over command, there is more than enough time to do some paperwork.
"You're so dead when I come home next," you mumble to yourself, hoping that Kwol senses your annoyance with him. A few moments later, there's a gentle knock on the door, and without looking up you wave a hand and open it.
"I sensed that you were annoyed," your commander says from the doorway. You just huff, scrolling on your datapad as your eyes read the information.
"You said you'd be done by now," he presses, moving to stand over your shoulder.
"I didn't realize how much of his duties Kwol had decided to neglect," you retort, waving your datapad briefly in his direction.
"Hey, I'm not Kwol, don't get snippy with me," Sans jokes, but all he gets from you is a deep exhale as you sign another document. He watches you for a second before his eyes sparkle with mischief, and he moves around to sit on the front of your desk, his back to you.
"You know," he starts, pretending to look around the room, "you need more decorations in here. I think a nice shirtless pinup of me flexing would look great right over there." He waits for your reaction, but when he doesn't get one he turns and looks at you. You only briefly draw your eyes away from your screen to give him an eye roll. Your disinterest, however, doesn't stop him from his teasing, it only urges him on.
"I may not be much of a gambler, but I'd say the chances of me taking you home tonight are pretty high."
"Was that supposed to be good?"
"No, it was just supposed to get your attention," he teases. "It seems to have worked." You shake your head briefly, ignoring the way Sans is smirking at you.
"So, any attractive people stop by and give you a visit today?"
"Nope. Only one very annoying womp rat that wouldn't let me focus."
"Ouch. I'm at least worthy of being called a rancor. You know, big, strong, powerful-"
"A pain in my ass," you add, raising a brow briefly as you look up at him. He just chuckles, ignoring your little insults as he knows you're just messing around, despite your tone. He's silent for a few more minutes, but doesn't stop in his little distractions. As he sits on your desk, he picks up random things, examining them and sometimes briefly playing with them, or reading them, before placing them somewhere else.
"If you're going to touch my stuff, put it back where you got it," you say as you sign against an unnecessary law.
"What happened to that picture I gave you?" Sans asks as he looks around. "The one of me laying shirtless in the pile of flowers?"
"Bottom left drawer," you respond, briefly waving your hand to open it. Sans peers into it and laughs, taking it out and setting it on one of your shelves. You take a brief moment to readjust in your seat, stretching your arms out before resting your elbows on your desk. The glow of the datapad blurs in your hand for a second before you shake away the tiredness. Sans wanders back over then, again sitting on your desk, but this time laying back, and you move your arms to rest on his chest as his head rests near the edge.
"Your nose looks cute from this angle," he comments, and you subconsciously scrunch it as his words.
"You like looking up inside it?"
"No, but the shape looks funny. Cute, but funny." You ignore him again, scrolling to another part of the treaty you were supposed to renew. Sans lifted his head then, blocking your view of the words.
"Dohbar shall grant further peace and assistance to Naboo, and Naboo shall do the same for Dohbar- hey!" Sans says as you move the datapad so you could see again, "I was reading that."
"Really? I couldn't tell by the way you were saying the words out loud," you sarcastically respond, and he just drops his head back down again.
"I think I should get to be king for a day."
"Yeah," you scoff, "I'd love to see how that would go."
"What, you don't think I'd be a good king?" he asks before sliding off your desk and standing in front of it. He fixes his messy hair, straightens out his clothes, throws his shoulders back and stands in a way that made him look like he was attempting to be regal.
"Citizen Jinn, I hereby grant you full access to my palace, and all rooms within, especially my personal quarters," he says, giving you a wink. You can't help the small smirk that flashes over your lips, shaking your head briefly at him.
"That's not anywhere close to what being royalty is like," you comment.
"Huh, is being royalty just sitting here signing a bunch of different things?"
"Well, when Kwol doesn't want to do his duties, yes."
"Hmm," he hums, looking around the room again. He spots your small radio and grins to himself as he walks over to it. He turns it on and flips through the stations until he finds the one that plays at 79's bar, and turns it up to a level that is almost distracting.
"Wooooo, I love this song," he says, starting to dance around the room. "You should take a break and dance, get some energy out."
"I'm busy," you say shortly, opening a new document.
"That's a shame, this is a lot of fun." Sans spins around, pumping his arms in the air and giving a few shakes of his rear. He makes sure to stand where he knows you can see, trying to get you to crack another smile. When he looks back at you, you quickly look back down as if you hadn't been watching, your grin fading as if it had never been there, but Sans internally counts it as a win. He decides to shimmy his chest in your direction, and it takes all your focus to not give him any sort of reaction.
"Don't you want to dance with me, mesh'la?" he asks, swaying his body and running his hands down his sides.
"I want to get through these documents," you respond, and he gives a deep sigh, still dancing on his own.
"I guess I'll have to try and romantically dip myself," he says, leaning back and falling as he loses his balance.
With a wave of your hand, the music stops, earning a small huff from Sans who has stood back up.
"Party pooper," he mumbles, resting his hands on his hips as he looks at your concentrated expression. He wanders to the front of your desk and kneels down, peering over the top with wide eyes. After a minute he slowly reaches up and pokes your nose, earning a quick glare from you. He just pokes you again, and this time you decide to react by biting his finger.
"Ow!" he says, pulling his hand back and rubbing his finger. "I know you like to bite, but keep it to the right times."
"I'm trying to work, Sans," you say, a hint of annoyance lacing your words.
"I can see that," he responds. "That's why I'm trying to distract you."
Your eyes light up for a second as you watch your screen, a hopeful feeling settling over you as the screen remains blank. You pray to the Maker that this was it, that you had reached the end, but then after another few seconds, a new document loads. You groan, shoulders sagging as you set about reading it.
"I think you should be done with that for the night," Sans says, his playful tone slipping away for a more serious one.
"I'm not finished though," you reply, furrowing your brows as you read.
"You're going to be here until the morning if you don't find a stopping point," he states.
"Just let me finish, okay? It won't be much longer...probably."
"You said earlier that you'd be done by 1800, and it's 2100."
"I know, Sans. I've been trying, okay? But your distractions aren't helping either."
"Come on, let's just go for tonight, y/n," Sans says, moving to stand in front of you.
"But I have to-"
"Meshla, you've done enough for today. It'll be here tomorrow, you deserve a break to rest. Your eyes have got to be strained."
"They are," you sigh, resting your head back and rubbing your neck.
"Let me take care of you, okay?" he asks softly, moving closer and sliding his hand under yours to message your neck. You relax into his touch, a small sigh leaving your mouth at the relief.
"Okay," you agree finally, and before you can go to stand up, Sans sweeps you up into his arms and grins down at you.
"I can walk, Sans," you laugh, but he just shakes his head.
"Nope, I'm taking care of you. No more working for the rest of the night."
"I've been sitting there all day, I'm stiff," you counter. He pauses for a second, brows furrowing before he shakes his head.
"Too bad. You can stretch out when we get to your quarters, but before then no work." You roll your eyes but smile, wrapping your arms around him and nuzzling into his chest. He smiles down at you, bending slightly to gently place a kiss to your forehead before leaving the room. You peer out with an eye and wave your hand briefly, earning a quick reaction from him.
"Hey! I said no more work!"
"You left the light on!" you giggle, and he just sticks his tongue out at you before continuing on. A few people give you strange looks, but neither of your mind as Sans carries you. You feel like you could fall asleep in his arms, his body warm and comforting as he holds you close, feeling the slight bounces with each step he takes. When he reaches your quarters, you barely lift your head as he opens the door and takes you inside. He sets you down on the couch, and you let out a tiny whine at the loss of his heat.
"What? I thought I was distracting? I don't want to distract you from your sleep," he laughs as he looks down at you.
"Oh, shut up," you say, grabbing a blanket and snuggling up in it. He just laughs again, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss. He breaks away however when your stomach gives a particularly loud rumble.
"Mesh'la, when was the last time you ate?" he asks, and you purse your lips while looking away.
"Breakfast this morning," you mumble, and you hear him tsk at you.
"I'm making you food, and then we can cuddle up, okay?"
"Okay, sir," you tease, and he gives you a sly grin before going to the kitchen. You take the brief time to rest, because though your body hasn't done much, your mind is full and very exhausted. You don't realize it when you fall asleep, only waking up when you feel a nose gently brush against your own, long curls from a certain someone tickling your forehead. You giggle quietly, tilting your head ever so slightly so that your lips would meet Sans's. He smiles into the kiss before pulling back and nodding towards the table.
"Dinner is ready," he says.
"Carry me?" you ask jokingly, but he takes it seriously and scoops you up again. He sets you down on your chair before moving around to sit on his own. You happily eat the meal he's prepared, and though he's not much of a cook, you enjoy every bit of it. Once you're satisfied, you hurry back to the couch and plop down, arms wide open, waiting for him to join you. He chuckles at your actions, laying down and grabbing you so that you're resting on him. You let out a content sigh, closing your eyes and resting your cheek against his, noses barely touching. He holds you close, arms securely around you as your legs tangle.
Sans might be a distraction, but he's the only one you'd happily welcome. With a bit of encouragement, that is.