breaktime

Juniper opened the fridge, rubbing at her eyes. Maybe she was still half-asleep, but she thought they forgot to restock it…again. There was one loaf of bread, molding by the looks of it, with a pink post-it note stuck to it. "Eat me." She probably wouldn't. Above the bread was a half-stick of butter, three oranges, and the leftover champagne bottle from New Year's. And she wasn't getting paid until later this week.

Well, they'd had worse breakfasts.

Pouring the champagne into a "World's Bossest Professor" mug, she drank the contents and sat on a stool, wincing. It was flat. This was supposed to be an off day, but it felt like a work day to her. Shot of alcohol for breakfast, crappy weather, and the Driftveil Drilbur lost at hockey last night. She might as well just start cracking open books and get down to business. Not that she minded…but she had to wake up first.

Her eyes stared at the same couple of newspaper pages until Fennel slipped in, yawning loudly. Her moves mimicked Juniper's from earlier, and soon she sat beside her, sinking her teeth into an orange. "Naaa~ Aurie, did we lose track of grocery shopping again?"

"Yup."

"Well, it is easy to lose track of when we keep going out."

That was true. Between the two of them, twelve out of the last fourteen nights had been spent out of their apartment. There was that five-day conference where all of the professors had gathered in one of Castelia's fanciest hotels, and everything was all-expenses paid, including the mini-bars. Then Sycamore came to stay with them for three days because he screwed up his flight reservations (again), and his giant bodyguard boyfriend was with him because he was avoiding several police groups, and he wouldn't settle for anything less than five-star restaurants (more free meals, of course). And then Colress came over hiding from his ex asshole boss's legal team because apparently Ghetsis's legal team was still very, very lethal, and on those days they just decided to stay over at Juniper's dad's.

Huh. Well, despite being overworked and almost murdered, they had a good break.

Juniper sipped at her mug. Fennel leaned on her shoulder and kissed it, turning her gaze to the window. "You know, I might still have those Oreos under my bed…"

"Hon, those Oreos are over two years old. Don't eat them."

"Then I'll eat you."

Fennel began nibbling at her shoulder, and Juniper chuckled. Well, this part felt more like an off day. "I hope the sex is good before we starve to death," she said, sighing. "Just make sure to feed the pokemon before we die, okay, babe?"

"Did you buy the pokechow?"

"No. I thought you did."

"But I thought…oh, no."

"Oh, shit."

They looked at each other for a split second before scrambling back to their bedroom, flinging on clothes and fixing themselves to be as presentable as fast as possible. This was no time for sex and death. If they died before feeding the pokemon, they would be worse than the worst kind of pokemon-hunting scum. There was bound to be some spare money lying around somewhere, too. Juniper shoved her oversized flannel over her neck, almost running headfirst into their lamp. "Find money, Ed!"

"I'm on iiiit~"

Their apartment was going to end up becoming trashed, but it didn't matter. They would find money, go to the grocery store, buy some nutritious pokechow for their kids and in the end pick up some cheap, disgusting burgers for themselves. Fennel did bump into their dresser once trying to slip on some pants, but finally she found a wad of pokedollars in one of the pockets. "Money! Junicup, I found money!" she cried, panting. "Get the keys!"

"Wha-What keys?! Shit, where are the fucking keys?!"

They definitely needed a better break than this.

End

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Originally written February 12th, 2016 on tumblr for femslash february. This was cute.