Could we have some more Eli Vanto x reader?
Of course. I miss my bi-con space cowboy
I'm really feeling domestic today-
Warnings: pet names (babe, darlin, doll, sweetheart)
"Hey, babe?" Eli called into the quiet flat, in one hand - his datapad, in the other, a pair of uniform slacks in desperate need of pressing. He waited a moment but there was no answer. "Babe?" He called again, his gaze lifting from his datapad. "Darlin'?" Why weren't you answering him? Eli knew you were here, it was your day off and his last day of leave and you'd both discussed having a lazy day in.
Now that was odd - you always responded to 'darlin'. It was almost like you had some supernatural affinity for the word. Eli remembered one time he lost track of you during a busy ascension week ball. One minute, you'd been arm and arm - the next you'd vanished. He'd seen you out of the corner of his eye, looking obviously lost and heading in the opposite direction of him and instinct took over, making him call his 'darlin' across the ballroom. And your attention had snapped right to him, relief evident on your face.
Furrowing his brow, Eli balled his wrinkled slacks under his arm and tossed his datapad on a handy shelf before heading down the long hallway that would bring him to bedroom where he remembered seeing you last.
The door to the bedroom was closed but from beyond it Eli could hear noise. Maybe you'd gotten distracted watching a movie while you worked on the laundry? That might explain you ignoring him.
Eli rapt on the door, a warning to you, just in case maybe you'd suddenly been hit with a need for solitude. "Hey, babe? You doin' alright?" He asked through the offending barrier. Again, no reply. "I'm coming in, sweetheart."
The sight that greeted Eli on the other side of the door was a shock, but a funny one. It was clear from the split groups of clothing on the bed - one sided folded, the other still a mess of tangled garments - that you were still busy with folding the laundry. And the sight of you wiggling around in time with the music escaping the headphones on your head explained both why you were still busy and why you hadn't responded to Eli.
Eli could feel himself smiling and a small laugh escaped him in a huff. Your hips sashayed a bit wildly from side to side in time with the faint tempo Eli could pick up from your headphones. And occasionally, you'd move your feet in an inelegant pattern that evidently took the place of more refined footwork. To be frank, you looked a bit ridiculous dancing to music only you could hear and occasionally twirling a shirt or pair of pants around. But, Eli found himself too endeared by the sight to ever think of holding this over your head.
But that didn't mean he couldn't get a good laugh out of it in the moment.
Vanto waited for you to still for a moment - watching as you finished folding one of his sleep shirts and set it down on a previously determined section of the bed - before he made his move. Stalking forward as stealthily as he could, Eli approached and readied his hands.
His sights were locked on your waist.
There was a moment where you straightened up, having retrieved another garment to start to fold and Eli thought you might catch his shadow. But you made no indication of noticing you were no longer alone in the room.
He pounced.
Diving forward, Eli seized you by the waist and pulled you back against his chest, hard. You flailed, a high shriek escaping you as you flung the recently retrieved shirt into some far corner of the room and you attempted to instinctively wriggle out of his grasp. But Eli wasn't keen to let you go. He wrapped his arms tighter around your waist and backed away from the bed, removing the one thing you could use to boost away from him.
"Eli!" You yelled, ineffectively slapping at his arms, "Let me go!" You tossed your head back a bit, dislodging your headphones.
Vanto laughed and squeezed you closer. "No, you've been ignoring me."
"I was doing the laundry, you ass." Though your tone was reprimanding, your giggles made it clear you weren't angry with him. Your hands were locked around his forearms in a vain attempt to pry his arms off of you.
"I've been calling for you and you weren't answering." Eli bemoaned, ducking his head to nuzzle his nose into your neck lightly enough to tickle you. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't dead, doll."
"You're a liar, Vanto, you just wanted to bother me." You hissed, holding his head to you as you started to calm down. But Eli could still feel your pulse racing beneath his lips.
"Either way, darlin', I got what I wanted." He hummed, running his lips over the silky skin of your neck.
"My attention?"
He hummed in reply.
"Well, you've got it now. What did you actually want?" You ran your fingers through his hair as your other hand settled atop his arms still about your waist.
"I was wondering if you had everything that needs ironing separated out yet?" Pressing a small kiss against your neck, Eli raised his head and loosened his grip enough for you to spin in his hold.
"Almost, I can't find your slacks. Did you leave them-" Raising a hand, Eli cut you off and retreated a few steps to pick up the very slacks he'd dropped before going after you.
"They're right here, darlin'." He hummed, holding them out to you, "I think you dropped them when you emptied the dryer."
"Ah," you hummed back, collecting them and folding them over your arm as you reached out to pluck his uniform shirt off the bed. "Here you go then," Handing the two garments to the young man, you turned back to the bed to gather up another pile of clothes to pass onto him. "Do you need any help?" You asked with a tilt of your head that Eli found unfairly cute.
"No, I got it, darlin'." He leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. "Go back to your dancin'."
Scoffing, you playfully slapped his chest.