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The lights above were way too bright and the patted dental chair she was laying on creaked beneath her, causing the wrinkled tissue paper to shuffle with each movement. The whole aura of the place was an ick.. And Yelena wanted to go home. She hated these types of settings; Hospitals? Dental offices? It wasn't for her.
But? As of lately, her mouth had been killing her.
So much so that she had to take off work.
So, she made an exception.
Yelena never took the day off. She loved her job. In the small city of Liberio? She was a very popular and respected lawyer and was very good at her job.
And to say she'd rather be dealing with crimminals or crackheads right now was an understament.
"Looks like we're all done here, Ma'am."
A males voice brought Yelena out of her thoughts.
Her orthodontist was an older man with graying hair and very cold hands. He seemed friendly enough.
Yelena nodded, sitting up from the uncomfortable chair finally whilst trying to keep her composer-- trying not to cringe due to the awful taste left in her mouth.
God only knows what he put in there durning his inspection and routinely tooth cleaning.
"Your wisdom teeth are ready to come out, I'll try and squeeze you in as soon as possible to get them removed," The older man said, typing at his computer.
Yelena wasn't excited.
"Thank you, sir." She said respectfully, nonetheless.
With a finale nod of departure, the tall woman grabbed hand sanitizer on the way out and surpassed the likes of other people and screaming children in the waiting room as she walked out. Her wife was waiting for her.
Yelena sometimes swore that she was married to the most stubborn woman on planet earth.
Pieck had insisted on taking the day off too.
It made sense for Yelena to take a day off-- considering she was the one in pain-- but Pieck too? It was extra.
But sweet, in a sense.
Pieck was wearing an oversized sweater with jeans and sneakers. Her outfit was significantly more casual than her wife's. Yelena always wore suits no matter what.
"Hey hun? How'd it go?" Pieck asked, getting up and grabbing her purse as she seen her wife approach her.
Yelena was in a hurry to leave.
"I'll tell you in the car." She mumbled, pushing open the door and not looking back or hesitating.
Pieck seemed to understand her want to leave so just nodded and followed her out to their car.
They drove a truck when Pieck wasn't using her cruiser. Yes, Yelena was married to one hell of a cop.
Not just any cop. Pieck was the town's deputy. Their jobs often went hand in hand-- thus, meaning they sometimes got to see each other in court.
Maybe it was a lesbian stereotype for a woman to drive such a "manly" vehicle but Yelena had long ass legs-- that was her excuse. She climbed in, quickly putting on her sunglasses and driving off after starting the car.
Pieck looked at her, getting a little worried.
"Was is your--?" Pieck started, getting cut off.
"Yes, you were right darling, my wisdom teeth are finally growing in.. They need to be taken out."
Pieck sighed in relief, reaching over to crease Yelena's thigh with a nod and reassuring smile.
"Oh, good.. I was worried for a second."
Yelena hummed, knuckles tightening just a little on the steering wheel-- her eyes focused on the road.
Pieck read her wife like a book.
"It's okay to be nervous babe, but it's a simple procedure.. It's good to just get it done.."
The blonde sighed, making a turn and shrugging.
"I'd rather not have to deal with it, Pieck.."
Pieck rolled her eyes at her words.
"You'd rather deal with a tooth ache in court? That won't be fun if you have to question someone annoying.."
She honestly just wanted to ease her wife's worries.
"Everyone in court is annoying, sweetheart.."
"Not me?" Pieck pouted dramatically.
Yelena tried to stay serious but couldn't.
"Especially you.." She chuckled, booping Pieck's nose as they came to a stop sign-- homebound now.
They lived in a regular quite neighborhood in a medium sized home. They had no children, yet. It was only them and a hideous hairless cat Pieck insisted on keeping.
Yelena despised the hairless creature.
Arriving home, the blonde undid her tie and unbuttoned her collar as soon as she entered. Meanwhile Pieck went through her whole obnoxious rountine of loving on their cat after not seeing him all day.
"Hey Fluffy, how's my boy?" Pieck cooed.
The hairless cat meowed and snuggled up to the smaller woman as he was picked up.
Yes, Pieck named their hairless cat Fluffy.
Never did Yelena ever think she'd own a cat.. Or be married to a cop.. Or be this stressed out about a dental procedure but hey-- life was crazy sometimes.
Yelena rolled her eyes, going into the kitchen for her pack of smokes that she always kept on top of the fridge-- she noticed they were out of cat food.
"Pieck? Your ugly little shit's out of food.."
She refused to call that demon of a cat Fluffy.
Maybe it was just because she wasn't an animal person or maybe it was out of respect. The damn thing had no fur. It's name was basically taunting that.
By now, Pieck was used to Yelena's dislike for the animal and all the snarky comments she'd make.
"Hm, I'll pick some up later on.. You should think about going too this time, so you can pick out some soft foods to eat after your surgery." Pieck called to her.
Yelena grabbed her cigarettes, opening the kitchen window behind the sink and moving to sit on the counter like she always did. Pieck never minded her smoking in the house as long as it went out a window.
"Mm? Maybe.." She muttered, lighting the smoke.
Pieck walked in, Fluffy no longer in her arms.
The one plus about having a hairless cat was the no shedding or constant laundry-- Yelena would admit that.
Pieck went over to her wife who was sitting on the counter and stood between her legs, small boney hands coming to rest on her knees as she looked up at the much taller woman with wanting eyes.
"Can I help you?" Yelena teased, blowing smoke out the window and arching a brow and tilting her head.
"Please don't be stubborn about this."
Yelena sighed, "Pieck--"
"No. No.. I'm serious, Lena."
Great.
Pieck was using.. That.. tone.
It meant? Here she was-- a lawyer-- about to schooled by her small wife and forced to do something she didn't wanna do because Pieck was making her.
Yelena knew her battles.
Pieck always won their little bickers or debates like this. She was either far too whipped or Pieck was just way better at standing her ground than she was.
It was likely both.
"Baby, it hurts me to see you hurt.. It's just one small thing and then once you recover? It'll all be over."
This time, Pieck's tone was softer.
Yelena sighed, taking a long drag of her cigarette.
"Will it make you get off my ass?" She asked.
"Probably not." Pieck shrugged, giggling.
"Huh? I figured that.."
There was a pause.
Pieck's pouty little face increased to the point where Yelena had to look away to spare her heartstrings.
"Fuck, fine!"
Before Pieck could celebrate-- Yelena's phone chimed.
The blonde finished her smoke and checked it.
It was a text from her dentist.
A text that asked to confirm her surgery date.. For the following day at noon. God, her luck was shit..
Upon seeing the text? That's when Pieck got all giddy and decided to celebrate despite her grumpy's wife's prominent frown plastered all over her face.
'Do it for Pieck.. Do it for her.. It'll make her happy.'
Yelena chanted to herself internally.
As mentioned before-- she wasn't excited.
---
Considering they had very little time to prepare, the couple rushed to the grocery store to stock up on puddings and jello and other soft foods for the blonde to eat while she recovered. They both also stayed up late researching about wisdom teeth.
Truthfully? Yelena could care less about the rare side effects or possible outcomes and she didn't give a shit about the history or the fun facts online.
But.. Pieck looked cute when concentrated.
And Pieck really just wanted to be prepared for any and everthing when it came to taking care of her wife. Yelena had helped her and cared for her so many times before-- she wanted to give back and care for her too.
Noon rolled around and Yelena was able to take the day off. Pieck was not, depsite her tries. The city was pretty strict about their deputy missing work and she'd already took the previous day off. However, the appointment was lined up perfectly with her schedule. She'd drop Yelena off on her lunch and come by after her shift to pick her up and take her home and look after her.
Pieck would've preferred to wait for her the whole time but her boss had been a huge asshole lately.
Yelena didn't mind much. Her worries were elsewhere.
The couple sat in Pieck's police cruiser out in the parking lot of the dental office-- Yelena had a very noticable pout-like expression on her face. She looked like a grumpy toddler, hell, her lanky arms were even crossed on her chest as she sat in the passenger seat.
"This is a monstrosity.." Yelena muttered.
The monstrosity in question? Her outfit.
She was a woman of class and while she didn't need to spotless and perfect-- she liked wearing her damn suits.. But? Pieck didn't allow her to wear that and above all? She hated wearing causal clothes out in public or around anyone that wasn't her wife at home.
Pieck insisted a suit would be too uncomfortable and had basically forced her wife to wear a light gray hoodie and matching light gray sweatpants.
Granted, she looked amazing in casual clothes.
But, Yelena wasn't happy.
"But baby, you look cute.." Pieck cooed lovingly.
She tired to hold back her laugh but it was hard to. Yelena looked adorable all gray and grumpy.
Yelena whipped her head around and her pout turnt to a look of pure irritation. Seriously? Cute?
"Cute? My ass! Did you really have to get pink?" Yelena muttered, motioning down to the light pink crocs on her feet. Oh.. Yeah-- Pieck might've also went out and bought those for the occasion since they were comfortable and hey! There was a sale!
Pieck tried not to but the question made her snort, bursting into a fit of giggles. It was all very amusing.
She herself was wearing her typical blue police uniform, ready to rid the streets of local Karens-- her dark, usually messy hair was tied back in a ponytail.
"They didn't have any other color in your size, darling." She tried to comfort her but it fell hilariously short.
Yelena groaned dramatically.
She hated being so tall with big feet sometimes!
"You even put rainbow charms on them.." She whined.
Now, that was simply to be funny. Pieck had no vaild reason as to why she bought silly charms for them. She never got to pick out her wife's clothes, so she'd taken advantage of her opportunity to be comical.
Pieck just giggled and looked at the time.
It was eleven fifty-five am.
"C'mon hun, you'll be late." She went to get out, shutting the driver side door to her work curiser.
That was another thing.. Being dropped off at the dentist in a police car? Yelena swore she looked like a felony shy of an orange jumpsuit. It was comical, really.
Yelena rolled her eyes and stayed in the car at first, really not wanting to do it-- she watched Pieck walk over to the passenger seat window and give her a look.
The same look she gave her in the kitchen.
"C'mon, darling.." Pieck said again.
This time the glass seperating them muffled her voice but Yelena heard her clear as day. That pretty voice...
"No."
Seriously? Her wife was such a child sometimes!
Pieck huffed and went to open the door but instead? She got an evil idea that she knew would work.
Yelena was.. Possesive.
In the best way possible.
Thus, she hated when Pieck was looked at or cat-called, especially in front of her. She got very protective.
It was hot.
And now? It would work in her favor.
Pieck smirked at her wife through the window, as if silently telling her what she was about to do.
"Don't.." Yelena muttered, reading her wife's mind.
She knew what was going to happen because Pieck had done this many times before to make her jealous.
It always worked.
There was a few random guys walking towards the entrace of the dentist and since the couple was parked right outside the front door, they walked in their direction. There was around three older men.
It didn't matter how matter how old they were-- Yelena never wanted anyone looking at her wife.
She watched with small pupils as Pieck pretended to bend over and fix her shoe-- her ass facing the approuching men. God, her ass looked great in that uniform but! It was only for Yelena to apprieacte.
The blonde was out of the car in less than five seconds, protectively and possessively standing behind her wife, covering her backside from any wandering eyes. She sent a silent glare to the group of men as they walked by them. Yelena felt her ego be fed as they walked a bit quicker after seeing her glare.
After finishing her pretend need to fix her shoe, Pieck stood up properly and sighed dreamily, looking up.
"Glad you had a change of heart.." She cooed.
Yelena's eye twitched, her frown prominent.
She turnt to open the car door once more-- maybe if she was fast enough she could climb back inside?
'Click'
The heart-wrenching sound of the doors being locked.
Yelena whipped her head back around to see Pieck dangling her car keys like a prize, turning and walking off towards the door, having the audacity to hum a soft tune as she did-- hips swaying faintly with each step.
This woman..
Damn, her ass really did look good in that uniform.
She reluctantly followed, tossing her head back up to the sky and groaning dramatically like another one of the children being drug to the dentist.
---
"Why are you so worried again? It'll be fine.."
Porco's mouth was currently stuffed full of the sub sandwich he'd just bought for his lunch-- leaving each word muffled by his food and yet he still insisited on speaking-- trying to reassure his best friend.
Pieck and Porco had been best friend's since kindergarten. Growing up? It was just her and the Galliard brothers; Porco and Marcel. The three were thicker than thieves and were rarely seen apart.
They'd gone through everything together.
Ranging from awful middle school teachers to first crushes in highschool to prom night and all throughout the up's and down's of having the same major in college and the struggles of early-adulthood.
It was always the three of them.
Until a few years ago, that is.
They always knew they all wanted to be cops.
Pieck recalled the first moment they'd talked about it. They were in the third grade and the teacher had asked the class what they wanted to be when they grew up.
Porco insisted he wanted to be superhero becase superheroes faught and caught bad guys.
"And they always marry pretty girls!"
Pieck would never forget that add-in comment of his.
The innocence had been all too sweet.
Well, they soon learned that superheroes weren't exactly breaking bank in the real world, unforntetly. Police officers-- as their teacher explained-- however? Were.
Porco quickly announced he'd be the greatest cop thay every wore a badge and walked the clean streets.
Marcel was always a follower but only because he never wanted his brother to be hurt. So, wherever his brother went? He'd follow and serve as protection.
And who was Pieck to stand aside and let those two goofs have all the fun? They'd be superheroes together.
And they were..
Until Marcel died.
It happened around four years ago now but Pieck remembered those days events like it was yesterday.
Porco did too, no doubt.
It was an awful situation. They were merely rookies and weren't as experienced as they were now. It was a simple drug-bust but the guy had a gun unknown to Reiner Braun, Bertholdt Hoover and Annie Leonhart.
Reiner had been the closest the man.
The gun was drawn and the trigger was pulled.
Marcel pushed Reiner out of the way.
Pieck and Porco had been driving back to the station when they got the news. The rest was pretty foggy but there was a lot of tears, screams and a lot of hugs.
It took weeks before either of them put on those blue uniforms again but they did. Pieck and Porco remained partners and now ran the streets clean in Marcel's honor. It's what he would want for them, right?
"Seriously, Pieck," Porco insisted, pulling Pieck out of her old memories, "You're stressing over nothing!"
Pieck looked over at him from the passenger seat of her best friend's cruiser and sent him a light glare.
"And you've got mustard on your nose, Pock."
"Huh?" Porco wiped his nose, looking at the yellow stain on his hand before frantically getting napkins.
It'd been a few hours since Pieck had dropped Yelena off and she was officially off durt-- just waiting impatiently for the call to go pick the blonde up.
Porco was taking his lunch break. They usually worked the same hours consdering they were partners but her schedule had been fucked lately. Her boss was always on her ass-- especially after she'd taken yesterday off.
And like how they usually spent their lunch breaks-- they sat in Porco's cruiser, eating shitty food and either ranting and or swapping stories of the annoying people they'd had to deal with. Mostly it was entiled Karens or the obnoxious meth heads on a withdrawal rampage.
Luckily, today had been fairly light. A few parking and speeding tickets here and there but nothing too much.
"They should've called me by now though.. What if something went wrong?" Pieck worried out loud.
Porco rolled his eyes, "Please, Yelena deals with Liberio's finest crimminals for a living and your cooking.. She can handle a little tooth procedure.. No biggie."
"Excuse you asshole, I'm a great cook!"
"Ahuh, why does Yelena pack you your lunch everyday if you're some fucking iron chef?" Porco asked smugly.
Fair point.
Her everyday lunch pale always had a needly crafted box of homemade foods and sweet little notes.
"Because she's an angel.. And what if my angel's in pain? Or needs me?.. I'm just so--"
Her spoken worries were cut off by a ring.
Finally! They were calling.
Pieck immediately answered and go the go-ahead to come and pick Yelena up. She was told the surgery went as smooth as possible and everthing was okay.
Her nerves were instantly eased.
She still wouldn't feel completely better until she seen Yelena in-person and confirmed that with herself.
"I gotta go! Bye Pock, come over for dinner soon, okay?"
"Sure.. Only if Yelena cooks.." Porco mumbled.
Pieck pinched his ear for good measures until he cried out uncle and then she left him to finish his food.
---
So, what had happened after Pieck left her?
It was a bit fuzzy now but Yelena remembered having to sign something and then she'd gave her wife a kiss goodbye-- savoring it since they wouldn't be able to kiss through the duration of her recovery.
Then she'd walked into one of the rooms in the back and sat on another sticky tissue-covered dental chair and was knocked out fairly quickly.
Upon opening her eyes again-- everthing was blurry.
"Ah, I think she's waking up now."
A males voice-- her orthodontist, more than likely.
Yelena watched through half-lidded and fuzzy vision as a female assistant in pink scrubs walked out of the room and shortly after? She returned with..
A raven-haired goddess?
Where the hell'd they find her?
Pieck was taken back into Yelena's room once the blonde was confirmed to be waking up. Admittedly, she was a little nervous to see her wife in such a state. Yelena was such a well-mannered woman that it was close to impossible to imagine her being anything else.
Upon walking in, a weight was lifted off her shoulders as Yelena looked to be.. Well, defineltly not sober.. But defineltly not in any pain by the looks of it!
She was slightly slouched in her chair, her cheeks puffed out completely and stuffed full of gauze.
"Don't be shy now, you can say something to her." The orthodontist kindly and lightly suggested.
Pieck nodded, slowly approuching the chair her wife was all but curled up into, her hand moving to rest on her broad shoulder, feeling the woman stir under her.
"Hey baby.." She cooed, her voice angelic and soft.
Yelena's half-lidded eyes slowly opened a tiny bit more, dazy and unfocused pupils meeting Pieck's face.
She looked so sleepy and maybe even a little sickly. Pieck had never seen Yelena in such a state. She had no idea what to expect to come out of this..
"A.. Am I.. Being arrested?"
Those slurred words weren't it.
Pieck was confused at first, greatly so. Until she put it together that she was still in her police uniform and was standing over the poor drugged woman.
A small light-hearted laugh left her lips.
"No, no honey.. Your aren't being arrested."
Yelena nodded, eyes moving down to the small boney hand that rested on her clothed shoulder.
She shrugged Pieck's hand off, scooting away.
"I.. Have a wife." She mumbled.
Each word Yelena spoke was heavily slurred and muffled by the thick gauze in her cheeks but Pieck was still somehow able to understand everthing.
Sure, some sentences took a second to register-- much like this one-- but she'd be patient and ride it out.
Pieck realized Yelena's memory was a little foggy. It was a common side effect to the heavy medication she was currently on. They'd read about it last night.
She hummed in amusement, moving her hand down to one of Yelena's that was laying on the arm rest. Both their hands had matching wedding rings on the appropriate fingers. The blonde opted to have a simple silver band ring whilst Pieck's had a small diamond.
"I am your wife, sweetheart." Pieck stated.
Yelena blinked a few times, looking at their hands. Then, she glanced back at Pieck-- a dark blush settling over her cheeks. She was.. Married to such a beautiful woman? What an amazing realization to wake up to!
"O-oh?.. H-hello then."
The intoxicated underlying tone was adorable to Pieck and the shorter woman couldn't help but giggle.
"Hi, love."
Yelena tried to smile at her but the gauze stuffing her mouth wouldn't allow it-- causing a lopsided grin at most to appear on the usually proper blonde's face.
Pieck returned the smile with one of her own, moving to touch her again now that that was settled. She moved to comfortingly comb her fingers through straw-colored hair. It always relaxed the woman.
She hummed at the feeling, head resting back as Pieck practically coddled her and combed through her hair. She always did love when select few people did that. Her hair was always a soft spot-- especially her darker undercut. It was oddly soft and usually fuzzy.
Of course, Pieck knew that.
"How are you feeling, Lena?"
She expected a one-worded response. Perhaps a grunt or some noise of acknowledgment? But no..
"I have a hot wife. I'm fucking perfect."
Her words caught the officer off gaurd. She turnt a light pink color and hummed, reminding herself that Yelena wasn't exactly coherent to what she was saying.
"I see, that's always nice, isn't it?"
She might as well play into it. It's not like she'd get to see Yelena lack social grace again anytime soon.
Yelena giggled a muffled giggle, nodding.
How could Pieck be embarrassed when she was so damn cute? She couldn't help herself and leaned down, kissing Yelena on the side of her head.
Honestly, most of the blonde's face was numb but she felt the kiss and blushed openly in front of people. That didn't happen much either. When flustered or experiencing gay panic, Yelena always tried to cover it up in front of others and or when they were in public.
Her blushing face was always adorable to Pieck.
"She seems more content like this." The male doctor's voice broke through the giggles and light conversation.
Pieck glanced over at him, smiling faintly and listening.
"Before the gas, she was one hundred percent poker faced and reserved." He pointed out, "And now? Well.." He broke off with a chuckle-- motioning to the way Yelena looked now. All smiley and radiating happiness.
Pieck couldn't help bur agree. She loved Yelena either way though-- poker face or smiley, she adored her.
"Yes, well, she's a lawyer." She hummed, chuckling along and making conversation with the orthodontist as Yelena moved to play with her fingers, "She's become a master of staying impartial and reticent."
Yelena went from fidgetting with her wife's free hand to chiming in innocently, but her words weren't such;
"You should see me in bed."
Pieck whipped her head around to look at her wife, this time a darker blush crept up her neck and overtook her cheeks-- God.. Yelena did not just say that in front of a stranger. A man-- an older man, no less.
"Baby? Let's play the quite game, okay?" Pieck cooed, planting another soft kiss on Yelena's head-- this time between her now knitted brows-- to coax her into agreeing and going along with the game.
No such luck.
"Huh?" Yelena mused, "We don't play that in bed--"
This time, for her own sanity and to save herself of embrassment, Pieck cut off her vulgar words.
"No, no, no shhh.." She shook her head, despite the slight fear of their sexual habits being outted-- she had to let herself laugh a little. This was gold, honestly.
"Why?" Yelena whined, feeling Pieck bring her hands up to cup her face, creasing her cheeks-- her numb cheeks.
Pieck was chuckling and Yelena wanted to know why but the orthodontist spoke up once again. Thankfully, he didn't comment on the blonde's.. Suggestion.. Earlier. He was an older man and likely was used to people saying and or doing ridiculous things in this state.
"I think she's all ready to go now, she's attentive and responding well." He said, glancing over at Yelena. "Everthing went as smooth as it could go. Do you need help getting her to the car?"
"That's so good to hear." Pieck said relieved before shaking her head, "No, I've got her."
Getting Yelena up in a standing postion was certainly a task but Pieck supported her wife as much as she could and helped hold her up the best she could.
That's how the couple ended up standing in the waiting room leaning against one another-- Yelena using Pieck's head as an armrest-- Pieck having her arm around her wife to keep her upright and contained.
They were listening to the doctor as he explained a few things to them about the medicine and what to expect. Pieck was really the only one listening. Yelena had not a single thought behind her eyes right then and there.
"The pain medicine has to be taken before the anesthesia wears off and it should be taken with food." He explained, "Soft foods only, don't let her use straws or anything similar and make sure she takes a nap within the next few hours once she's settled down."
God, when would she settle down?
Pieck would find out..
"Any questions, ladies?"
"No, sir, I think we're good--"
"How much money do you make for sticking your fingers in people's mouths, sir?" Yelena abruptly asked, sounding a bit more sober than before but was still clearly under the influence of the drug she was on.
The man chuckled, shrugging.
"I make a good amount, actually--"
"Because I put my fingers in Pieck's mouth all the time and I'm just wondering if I should start charging---"
Pieck had certainly had enough of that comment.
"Right! Thank you so much, sir!" Pieck said with an embrassed shake to her tone as she grabbed the medication and practically shoving Yelena out the door, thankfully they hadn't parked far away.
She couldn't be upset and she wasn't at all but that didn't mean it was any less embrassing.
Never the less, they'd reached the police cruiser and only had to drive a few minutes before they'd ve safe at home and Yelena could spew whatever nonesense came to mind without embrassing her.
She could do this.. She could do this.
"I-I thought you said I wasn't being arrested."
Yelena's slurred words were mixed with her trying to pull away from Pieck's grasp. Ah-- it probably did look suspicoius to the drugged woman, being led to the police car by a police officer definetly gave an impression.
"You aren't, sweetheart, I promise." Pieck cooed.
She hadn't exactly thought this part through..
The front seat of a police car had way too many risks for Yelena's current state. There was far too many buttons tempting to push or gears to mess with.
So, despite not wanting to, she opened the back seat. Pieck's car had the usual metal bar divider between the front and back seats like all cop cars did and the windows were tinted and overall? It was safe.
Yelena wouldn't be able to mess with anything or open the doors herself since the back doors only unlocked from the outside. The worst she'd be able to do is unbuckle herself but Pieck doubted she'd do that.
"A-are you sure we're married? You're not framing me right?" Yelena asked hesitantly, taking a step away from Pieck but couldn't get very far-- Pieck grabbed her wrist.
Pieck cracked a smile, creasing her wife's knuckles. "Yes, darling, I'm positive we're married." She confirmed, "See for yourself, get out your wallet.."
Yelena looked confused by the request but felt her pockets for her wallet and found it in one of her sweatpants pockets, pulling it out and opening it.
"You want my.. License?.. Or registration?" She asked, her tone dripped confusion. How was she supposed to give Pieck registration if she wasn't in her car?
She was truly hopeless in this state.
"Lena.." Pieck snorted, taking her wallet from her-- momentarily letting go of her wrist-- and pulled out a folded piece of paper. It was aged and from long ago.
It was a photobooth strip.
Three photos taken many years ago at a carnival. It was one of their first dates but Yelena always kept it folded in her wallet. In one of the photos, they were making silly faces-- in another? They were caught laughing at the silly faces and in the last? They were kissing.
"See baby? We're married and I love you so, so much, okay?" Pieck said this gently, wanting Yelena to trust her words and cooperate comfortably with her.
Yelena looked at the photobooth strip with a soft gaze and nodded, "I love you too.." She mumbled, watching Pieck fold it back up and put her wallet away again.
Pieck was happy to hear those words. She then motioned to the backseat of the car-- the door was open.
"Get in, it's just a short ride home and then we'll get to cuddle okay?" She offered with a soft smile.
Cuddling sounded nice.. But why the backseat?
Yelena pouted, moving to get in the back and allowed Pieck to buckle her up. The look of distaste was evident on her face and Pieck instantly noticed it.
"Oh angel.." Pieck sighed, kissing her nose-- an odd sensation due to the numbness-- "There's too many things for you to get into in the front seat, okay?"
Her small glock she usually carried on her person was kept in the glovebox now but she refused to take the risk of Yelena getting ahold of it in her condition.
"Hm.." Yelena acknowledged her but she looked away.
She was always so grumpy when she pouted.
Pieck found it amusing.
The officer shut the door and made sure it was locked before climbing in the backseat. Yelena usually didn't ride in her wife's work car but there had been times when she had-- never in the backseat though. Yelena didn't like being divided from her lover but Pieck checked on her like every five minutes.
---
As surprising as it was, Yelena kept to herself for the most part in the backseat durning the ride home. She didn't say much, other than a grunt of acknowledgment here or there whenever Pieck would check on her and that was every few minutes, practically.
It was sweet she cared so much but in her current drug-driven state, Yelena couldn't apprieacte it properly or understand why Pieck didn't wanna have her in the front seat with her. It left her feeling a bit grumpy.
When they pulled up to their home in the same quiet little neighborhood as yesterday, Pieck parked out in the driveway rather than in the garage. She'd found that keeping her cruisher out in the driveway sometimes kept the local delinquents in-check and stopped them from robbing them and the neighboring houses.
Despite her small size, Pieck could tackle someone three times her height and weight and could bring a grown man to his knees as she'd learnt in the academy.
Truth be told, although the blonde's quietness was surprising, it wasn't a huge concern since they only lived a few minutes away from town and were home pretty quickly. Pieck wasn't too worried. The doctor had said that everything had gone smoothly. Now, she just had to babysit her until she was normal once more.
Yelena version of normal that is.
The officer got out of the car, eager to get out of her sweaty uniform, and walked around to the back where she opened Yelena's door and unbuckled her seatbelt but ran into a new problem;
Her wife refused to get out of the car.
Was she really that upset Pieck had put her in the back? It was hard to her take her serious with that cotton in her cheeks-- speaking of which, she'd have to change those sooner than later..
"Lena? Don't you wanna come inside?" Pieck offered, using the tone she used with children.
Being a cop-- a female cop, espeically-- meant she dealt with a lot of babies and young children in distress and had perfected her caring maternal tone to a tee.
Yelena, however, didn't buy it.
"Nope."
"Why not? Don't you wanna cuddle."
"I need a lawyer."
Huh?
Pieck couldn't hide the cook of confusion as she now knelt in the doorway of her backseat, resting a hand on her wife's thigh, trying to read her.. Intresting.. Thoughts.
No such luck.
Was Yelena really so out of it that she couldn't remeber that she was a lawyer herself? It was hardly believable consdering how passionate she was about it when sober.
Luckily for Pieck, she soon elaborated.
"I think those bastards stole my tounge and you're working with them! Officer.. What?"
She narrowed her eyes at Pieck's badge on her chest and squinted them in mild digust when she finally managed to read the officer's odd last name.
"F-Finger?..The fuck kinda name that?"
That was a bit ironic.
"We're married, that's your last name to--"
"You help steal fingers too!?"
Pieck tried to validate Yelena's feelings but this was too much. In her line of work, she'd been accused of and had heard a lot of bullshit.. But hearing it from Yelena in this state? It was hard not to laugh at her.
But, she stayed stong and stifled a giggle.
"C'mon love, we picked out your favorite yogurt and everthing, it's inside waiting for you.." Pieck tried to persuade her, moving to grab one of her hands.
Yelena pulled away from Pieck's wanting hand and pointed at her instead, accidentally poking her in the cheek due to her dazed and almost sluggish motion.
"First, answer me woman," Yelena demanded, "Where's my tounge? Lesbians need those! I need that!"
Woman?
If sober, Yelena would be shitting bricks before she referred to Pieck as that. Yet, Pieck couldn't get upset and she wasn't-- the commentary about lesbians and their needs for tounges was far more captivating.
Pieck arched a brow, thinking for a split second.
"It's still there, I promise." She concurred, "It's just numb because of your medicine, understand, hun?"
Yelena didn't really understand much in that very moment but she knew she wasn't done negotiating her coming inside. To her, Pieck was suspicious!
To Pieck, Yelena was ridiculously amusing!
"If I come in.." Yelena murmured, thinking and pondering for a few long seconds deeply.
Pieck was patient, nodding along.
"Can I pick what we watch?"
That was it? It was so humorusly drug out just to be a rather small condition. Pieck was happy to oblige.
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As far as helping your drugged up wife out of a car and into the house goes, it wasn't too bad at all. Like mentioned before, Pieck was fairly strong due to her occupation and everyday line of work so supportinng Yelena's dead, at times, weight wasn't impossible.
Once inside, Pieck got Yelena comfortable on the couch and excused herself for five minutes! It was just five damn minutes! To the bathroom to change clothes.
She changed into one of Yelena's oversized dark gray and navy baseball t-shirts and some short black spandex shorts. Her go-to comfort outfit.
Pieck should've know better than to leave Yelena unattended. After she tossed her uniform in the wash, she made her way out to the living room to find that Yelena was still there, but she was half-asleep.
She couldn't go to bed yet, she had to eat and take her medicine, not to mention change her gauze.
The smaller woman crept up to the couch and gently shook Yelena out of her half-asleep stupor.
"Baby? I'm sorry, you can't go to bed yet.."
Yelena groaned faintly, tired eyes staring up at her in confusion before they went wide in horror.
Very few things scared Yelena-- only heights and some of Pieck's aunts who always played with her hair and pinched her cheeks at Finger family events-- so, to see her so frightened was very unsettling.
"The actual fuck is that!?"
That being...?
Pieck followed Yelena's terrified gaze until her own brown eyes landed on Fluffy, their hairless cat, innocently licking his paw at the arm rest of the long leather couch. He'd likely just jumped up there.
"Oh.." She sighed in relief, rubbing comforting circles into Yelena's chest, "It's okay, that's just Fluffy.."
Yelena looked dumbfounded after hearing the name. Who in their right mind would name a hairless cat Fluffy? Honestly, Pieck did because she thought it was funny and liked seeing people's reaction to it.
Pieck chuckled, reaching out and petting Fluffy on the naked head, the pink and gray skinned cat nuzzled into his mother's hand and purred eagerly. He loved Pieck.
The blonde looked disturbed by the display.
"He looks like a godamn rasin.."
"He kinda does, doesn't he?" Pieck hummed, "I think he's precious, I wish you'd come around with him."
Even intoxicated, Yelena wouldnt budge on that cat. The story of how Fluffy came to live with them was certaintly.. Hectic.. It was a story for another day.
"Hell no.." Yelena said grumpliy.
Pieck rolled her eyes, kissing both Fluffy and Yelena on the head and handing Yelena the remote so she could get set up watching something of her choice.
Yelena sat up to help fight sleep, but suddenly her bang's became annoying and she couldn't get them out of her face good enough. Pieck witnessed her struggling and grabbed the hair tie off her wrist, moving to lend her hopeless blonde a hand.
"Here, I got you." She moved to pull Yelena's short hair up into a little bun, "There you go, babe."
The blonde smiled sleepily at her, silently thanking her and began her search for what they'd watch.
Pieck busied herself in the kitchen, making Yelena a small bowl of peach yogurt and cream. It was soft and delicious and it wouldn't be too harsh on her stomach since she hadn't ate in awhile due to fasting.
With food and some medicine prepared, she walked back out to the living room and found Yelena watching something on Animal Planet-- surprisingly.
She didn't know what it was for now since annoying commercials were playing but whatever it was.. Yelena suddenly looked incredibly angry and pissed off.
Her old bloodied gauze was out now and her bowl of yoghurt was placed on her lap, Pieck moving to sit next to her, letting Fluffy come and settle next to her.
"What's wrong?" Pieck asked, knowing it would be something dysfuctional and she mentally prepared herself for the worst possible answer.
Then, as if on cue, a great white shark appeared on the TV and swam around in the sea as an overdramatic montage of the marine species played.
"Pieck?" Yelena said lowly, "Every fucking week is Shark Week! Every godamn week I tell you!"
Maybe it was the drawn out build-up to her statement, or maybe it was truth held behind her words-- hell, maybe it was just the way Yelena said it? Either or, Pieck bursted into a fit of laughter and laughed until her sides ached. All the while, Yelena went on a deep and colorfly-worded tangent about Shark Week.
Yelena ended up putting on an animal documentary about-- of all animals-- three-toed sloths.
Pieck was fairly amused, watching the cute sleepy and clingy creature's on the screen. She wondered how the world looked from their point of view? And she also wondered where Yelena's interest in the animal sudden came from but her questions were soon answered.
Yelena had ate fairly well-- after a small back and fourth debate on her using a spoon or not instead of just her tounge that had, shockingly, magically reappeared-- and had taken her dose of medicine.
She was offically free to sleep and she was about to do so-- Pieck knew her well and knew her breathing patterns changed when she was about to fall asleep. They were cuddling, Yelena laying her head on Pieck's stomach and Pieck combing her fingers through straw hair once again to coax her into a deep comfy slumper.
Fluffy snuggled up to the blondes side and Yelena was too tired to even notice. Pieck would take the opportunity to snap a photo of the two rivals whenever Yelena fell asleep.
"You know.." Yelena mumbled, her voice thick with tiredness and was on the verge of sleep.
"Hm?" Pieck leaned down, kissing her head, smiling down at her. She always loved when she was clingy.
"You've always reminded me of sloth's.."
For some reason.. That confession was oddly sweet.
A small smile spread on her lips, tilting her head.
"Really? How, angel?"
"Mm..so sleepy and cuddly.." Yelena murmured, "Cute" was the last word she said before the words were replaced with soft snores and raspy low breaths.
Pieck soon joined Yelena and Fluffy in the slumper after getting her photo and setting it as her lockscreen.
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Yelena woke up hours later completely out of it.
But sober this time.
So, that was an improvement.
Upon waking up, she realized she'd been using Pieck's blush belly as a pillow-- the best pillow-- and sat up more carefully to prevent waking Pieck up. She knew her wife was tired after work and dealing with her.
Yelena wondered what kinda comments she made or antics she'd gotten up to. She kinda didn't wanna know. But, granted, Pieck would surely fill her in on it all.
As she was in the process of sitting up carefully, an annoyed meow caught her attention.
Fluffy did a big yawn and a long stretch before curling back into Yelena's side, comfortably and unbothered as if he did this all the time and they were best friends.
As annoying as it was? Yelena has to admit.. The little naked shit was growing on her.
"You.." Yelena muttered looking down at him and then glancing around to see if anyone was looking before leaning her hand down and petting his bald head. Fluffy purred contently and snuggled into a little more. "I guess you aren't so bad.. Hm? My boy.."
Pieck had been pretending to sleep, come to find out.
Figures.
She smiled a smug grin, "I saw that.."