Helluva Boss: Helluva Zonked
Eyelids heavy, and dragging himself out of the office like a boulder many times his weight, Moxxie sluggishly dragged himself out of the IMP office after long hours of overtime. Moxxie felt he owed it to the company and his boss, Blitzo, after he'd been off on the sick after the incident at the beach at Spring Break. Therefore, Moxxie spent long hours after closing doing the paper work from the excessive amount of kills from Spring Break, as well as cleaning weapons and helping Blitzo clean Verosika's graffiti off IMP's parking space. Moxxie and Blitzo couldn't help but give each other the widest of grins and a mighty hi-five once the last of the pink spray paint had diminished, never be seen again.
However, despite being finished at work Moxxie still had more to do. During two of his days off work, Millie had spent all waking and twilight hours nursing Moxxie's terrible hangover. She did everything for him as he laid there weak, tired and ailing in bed with a dreadful, severe headache and nausea. She had helped give him water and fruit; cleaned up every last inch of vomit that missed either the toilet or the bucket by his bed side; carried him two and from the bathroom when needed; massaged his aching head, and had stroked his hair and horns as he whimpered in soreness. She had basically waited on her husband hand and foot for forty-eight hours, and even then, he still was in no fit state to be in the office for another two days. She had spent the whole time that she had served as his nurse-maid with a pleasing smile and sparkling eyes. He owed her, indefinitely, and his fatigue was no excuse not to pamper his well-deserving wife. He'd been planning this all week and no-one and nothing was going to stop him.
It was the Friday 11th February, just three days to Valentines day. Blitzo had generously given Moxxie and Millie Monday 14th off, adding to the obligation to give Blitzo more of his time. Moxxie had decided his wife was getting double the fun this year, an early Valentines gift. He slid into his car, yawning heavily. He had no choice but to stick on the blowers and put on loud rock music, despite not being too keen on the rock genre. It was the only thing that could keep the exhausted little imp awake and not put him in a car accident.
Nonchalantly, Moxxie pulled his car into the widest car parking space he could find at the Hellmart which was not a handicapped space and dragged himself inside the store, pushing the trolley all of the way. The trolley was adding to the weight he already felt he was dragging and was draining more of his already severely limited energy. He purchased all of the ingredients to make himself and his wife a fish pie with vegetables with a hot cherry pie and cream afterwards; hot stones to massage Millie's back; oils for the massage; a new red cherry dress for parties for Millie; a new pink fluffy dressing gown for Millie (her last one was accidently ripped on a loose nail on a door in the couple's apartment which Moxxie had since repaired); a box of chocolates and love heart lights for tonight. All of those were just for tonight. Moxxie had already brought the stuff to treat Millie on Valentine's Day on the previous evening: a box of cakes; a heart shaped necklace which he'd placed his and Millie's photos in and Pay the Ghost on DVD. Millie loves a good horror movie. All of the gifts had already been wrapped in red wrapping with pink metallic, reflective hearts. Moxxie took his purchases from tonight to his car and used his heavy and practically immobile exhausted hands to wrap Millie's extra gifts in purple wrapping paper before driving slowly home. The bone-weary imp was getting honked at by furious and irritated drivers for going considerably lower than the limit, but Moxxie barely noticed as he was too focused on keeping his struggling eyes open.
There was a beep from the cars monitor, the gas light was on. Moxxie gave an annoyed groan like a stroppy teenager as he realised, he had no choice but to pull into the gas station. As he paid for the gas Moxxie smiled widely at his luck, he was temporary elevated from his zombie-like state. On the counter there was a high-quality filmed adaptation of the musical Wiley Russel's Blood Brothers. Most of the time the movies on the gas station counter were crappy movies that no-one had heard of for good reason, but this, this was rare treasure and Moxxie had to have it. He paid for it on top of his gas and asked for two packets of sweet popcorn as he proceeded home to treat his wife. They wouldn't be watching Blood Brothers tonight, Moxxie would be saving it for another time. Moxxie loved the musical, but it was too sombre for the lovely Millie. This was Millie's night; they'd be watching something else tonight.
Moxxie finally made it to his apartment. He took the elevator up to his floor, dragging his shopping behind him. He was so sleepy that he felt physically sick. He was swaying side-ways as he walked like a drunk. He was struggling to walk, he just wanted to collapse on the floor then and there and sleep. But he couldn't. He had to treat Millie. He entered his apartment and slowly pulled out a chair and strung the lights up high out of view. It was now time to get Millie. Millie would be in the pair's bedroom, watching telly. That is where she'd been for the past week whilst he'd be working overtime. Moxxie tried to call his wife out of the room from where he was standing, but now he was too tired to speak. All that came out of him was noiseless moaning and heavy yawning. He had no choice but to pull out his cell phone and type in his rock-lead heavy fingers "Millie, come out" in a text to her. He tried to slip the phone back into his pocket, but his hand gave way and the phone fell to the carpet and sank into the fibres. Fortunately, it wasn't broken.
Mille came out of the bedroom straight away. "Moxxie!" She jeered, giggling and full of joy. Moxxie just smiled and forced his eyes wide open with all of his might, but not even he could hide the bags sagging underneath them and the fact his yellow sclera was now a deep orange. He waddled over to the lights and pulled on a string which caused the heart-shaped colourful lights to come down in all of their glory. Moxxie looked into them, hoping to see the lights, but all he could see was a blurry aura as his eye lids started to helplessly flap.
Mille ran to him and held him in her warm embrace. "Oh Moxxie, they're beautiful." She thanked, appreciatively. Moxxie tried to say, "I'm pleased you like them" but all that came out of his paralysed vocal cords was a series of heavy and enduring, stretching yawns. The more he tried to talk, the stiffer his tongue and larynx became. Moxxie tried to cuddle Millie back but, his arms which now felt like tree trunks were rooted in place, the muscles had relaxed completely, he could not move. But still he tried to squirm out of her embrace to continue with treating her, but his shaky legs gave way as he helplessly fell to floor. His body in an exhausted heap.
Millie came down to his level and lifted up his weighted head, still smiling down at him. "You had a special night planned for me, didn't you?" She inquired. Moxxie nodded, he was clearly struggling to move his head, but it was enough for Millie to get the message. Millie picked Moxxie up from the ground and held him in her arms, like a baby. She had him laid out on one arm, supporting his head and back and using the other arm to secure him in place as his tail dangled in mid-air. Moxxie was looking at his wife's smiling, but blurred face which looked a bit like a Picasso to him at this moment, but nevertheless was still stunning. "Here, let me take care of you."
Moxxie smiled up at his wife, he was now shaking in her arms from the pure debility and fatigue. He felt extremely guilty that his wife was once again taking care of him, but knowing how tired, nauseous and shaky he was he knew he had no choice but to accept his wife's nurture and care.
Millie was always the dominant one in their relationship, even though it didn't always show. And she enjoyed it. Millie was always the stronger out of the two, whilst Moxxie was the weaker and more vulnerable, just more abrupt than his wife who had the ironic patience of a saint, despite being a hell-born imp demon.
Moxxie was now laid on his back, on the bed, his wife pulling up his pyjama bottoms for him. She then turned the feeble imp on to his tummy without his pyjama top. Finally, she whispered to him, "I found a little something at Hellmart when I was buying some more sodas for the fridge today. I think this is the perfect time to try them." Millie backed off him for seconds as he struggled to keep his eyes open for her. He longed to see her for just a little more. He felt a relaxing warmth touch his back, he felt it again and again four more times. Obviously, Millie had found the same hot stones that he had at the super store and she was now massaging his back with the hot stones, and he was loving every minute of it. It was a moment that he never wanted to end. Moxxie tried to open his mouth to say "thank you", but his jaw, teeth, voice box and vocal cords had locked shut with enervation, much like the rest of his muscles. The only thing to happen to Moxxie now was for his eyes to seal shut as he would not be able to resist closing them for much longer, and the last of his already verilied consciousness to drain away. He was incredibly sleepy now.
He could hear a siren's song singing to him, "a gentle breeze from Hushabye Mountain, softly blows over Lullaby Bay. It fills the sails of boats that are waiting, waiting for you to drift away. It isn't far to Hushabye Mountain and your boat waits down by the quay. The winds of night so softly sighing, soon they will fly your troubles sea." Millie was lulling him to sleep with her beautiful Southern voice whilst rubbing his back. His eyes now gently closed to the lullaby, his snoring now coinciding with Millie's singing. "So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain, waving goodbye to cares of the day. And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain, sail far away from Lullaby Bay. So close your eyes on Hushabye Mountain, wave goodbye to the cares of the day. And watch your boat from Hushabye Mountain sail far away from Lullaby Bay."
Moxxie was now completely asleep, at this point not even a nuclear bomb could wake the sleeping imp. He was going to sleep for twelve hours or more. Millie removed the hot stones from her husband's back and put them back in their container, before lifting Moxxie up like a rag doll and putting on his pyjama top and laying him back down on the bed, and tucking him in tightly and securely under the covers.
Millie spent hours looking down at her sleeping beauty, he was so cute when he was sleeping and he was going to be sleeping for an extremely long time. She spent hours stroking his warm, heavy and sagging cheeks before starting to tire herself and deciding it was time for her to turn in for the night. She noticed her husband's legs and feet jerking slightly under the blankets, concluding that he was having sweet dreams.
Letting out a yawn, she decided it was time for her to turn in herself for the night. She looked up and saw out of the window her boss filming in scene, but this time barely awake himself. She opened her window and carried a tuckered-out Blitzo inside and lay him on the couch and placed him under the pair's spare blanket. The same blanket he used when he was guest in the couple's home when Stolas kidnapped Moxxie. (See fic Helluva Ransom).
Finally, Millie carried herself off to bed. Her final act was to text Loona and politely request that she come in the morning to collect Blitzo between eight and ten am, which Loona stated she would and says she understands Millie and Moxxie's frustrations over their stalker boss. This put Millie's mind at rest enough as she laid beside her husband and allowed herself to drift off into sleep herself.
