Arthur sighed, looking at the screen of his computer. The report he was writing for the last few hours was finally done. He leaned back a little in his chair, taking a sip of hot tea from the mug standing right next to the keyboard, looking out of the window and only seeing darkness in return. He blinked a few times, feeling his eyes burn a little from the hours spent in front of the screen. The last few weeks of work had been filled to the brim with assignments. Meetings, projects, and other things kept him up until the early hours of the morning. For the last week, he was practically living in his office and workroom, standing up from his desk only to grab something from the kitchen. Or go to the bathroom for a shower or to use the toilet. Even sleep came in the form of the couch set right up against the wall behind his back. He didn't think of it much, though - he had indeed lived through worse and could usually count on getting at least a week off after such a demanding project. He kept leaning back, closing his eyes and stretching his arms above his head as he faintly heard steps moving closer and closer.
"Hello there, Mister Workaholic." A quiet, female voice drifted into his ear as he then felt warm lips make contact with his cheek. He smiled, recognizing it immediately.
Jenna Coleman.
His girlfriend.
The story of how the two of them would make many either roll their eyes or smirk. It was a perfect storm of opportunities; him getting bored of another party full of shallow, uninteresting people. Her, just sitting there, right off the heels of her newfound Doctor Who fame. Somehow, that chance meeting and a pleasant conversation turned into a phone number swap and then into a proper date with all of it culminating in cohabitation. They somehow managed to ward off the prying eyes of the paparazzi and tabloids snooping around for any type of scoop at every possible moment.
"Hey." He spoke quietly as he felt her fingers dig into his shoulders, a quiet groan parting his lips. He bit the inside of his cheek, opening his eyes to find himself looking right into her face. Even from his weird little position, he could see her brown eyes looking right into his and her lips curved into a warm smile. He took stock of her outfit - a simple white blouse and jeans, her brown hair just touching her shoulders.
"Still at work, I see." She spoke, smiling, but the tone of her voice seeming a little sadder than usual. He nodded in response, pulling his lips into a frown. The current situation meant he spent many nights too tired to even move himself to their shared bedroom. Not to mention, of course, the lack of contact as Jenna knew to leave him alone and not pick and prod too much when he was busy. It was doubly worse for her, having just come from a nearly two-month shoot outside of London, starved for intimacy and contact and yet unable to get it. For now, at the very least.
"I know, love. It's just... it never seems to end." He spun around in his chair, looking into her eyes, and he clasped his hands over hers. "I should be done in a few... I promise..."
"Arthur..." She replied, quietly and calmly, as she ran her fingers over the skin of his hands. "... you've been saying that for at least a week now... when was the last time we did something... anything together?"
He kept quiet, simply looking at her as she spoke.
"Look, Jenna... I know this has been... annoying." He spoke, now moving to stand up, even with just 5'9" of height practically towering over her pint-sized form. He moved his hands up, cupping her cheeks gently. "But I'm almost there. Just one day, two at worst, and after that..." He didn't finish the sentence, opting to press a light kiss to her forehead, a warm smile on his lips. She cocked her head to the side in response, looking up to him, her lips pressed into a thin line.
"Well... if you say so..." She replied, exhaling just a little louder than usual as she moved back out of his embrace, moving towards their bedroom. "Will you at least sleep in our bed tonight? Feels like it's been ages since you last did so..." She spoke, turning her head to look him in the eye as she stood at the sliding door.
"I promise. Just give me 5 - 10 minutes, darling. I'm close to getting all of it finally done." He spoke as she then seemingly ignored him, moving inside the bedroom. He let out a loud sigh as the door closed, running his hand up and down his face. The last week had been hell not only for him but for her too. She had just come back from a long filming stint, happy to finally be home, only to be met with him consumed by work. He quickly made a mental note to make it up to her as soon as possible as he pulled up his work email account, checking the inbox before quickly sending the finished report to everyone who mattered. It didn't take long - a minute, two at most - before he heard the sound of the door sliding open reach his ears. He turned his head to face it, feeling his body freeze at the sight of her.
In the time it took him to finish up, Jenna managed to somehow change her outfit. The blouse and jeans were gone - instead, an almost sheer white camisole took their place as she leaned against the doorframe, smiling seductively at him. He swore he could see her eyes twinkle as Jenna bit her lip, turning so that her back hit the frame. Her leg rode up as she pulled the hem of the camisole just a little bit, enough to uncover the white, lacy top of a matching stocking. He could feel a jolt of energy travel right between his legs as she looked back at him, a sly grin now decorating her lips as her fingers started to glide against the lace.
"How did it go... all work and no play makes Arthur a dull boy? Or maybe it makes Jenna a needy girl?" She spoke in a hushed whisper, her voice seductive and laced with lust. "Spending all that time there while you leave your girl alone..." She added, wagging her finger at him. He turned to face her, equal parts aroused and entranced as he could feel his cock slowly starting to harden just by looking at her like that.
