Title: TechnoBabble
Fandom: pokemon
Characters: prof. Juniper, dr. fennel.
Prompt: #37 - pretense
Word Count:
Rating: m to be safe.
Summary: wow, i think i might have actually hit m rating for one line.
Warnings: f/f slash.
Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon or their characters.
"Fen, mind handing me that wrench?" The professor pointed (with her foot) towards a box of tools far near where the entrance of the room.
The doctor did as she was told, surprise clearly plastered on her features. "How'd you know?" She couldn't help asking, taking a peek at what Juniper was working on.
Her answer was simple, "who else wears heels in a lab?"
Fennel blushed, used to the way they clicked when she walked.
It wasn't long until Juniper was done, wiping her hands on a cloth. The machines hadn't been cleaned in a long while and while it might be easier for Min to take care of it, this needed a careful touch. She couldn't rely on the pokemon for fixing up everything for her. "Okay." Fennel looked up at her, looking as though she was fighting with herself. "What's up?"
"... I can't get my machine to work again."
"The one that sends us into a pokemon's dream, right?"
Fennel nodded.
"Well," she took a seat, rolling it to where Fennel was. "What's wrong with it? Did something bad happen?"
Fennel shook her head. "No. I," she fumbled with her fingers. "It takes too long to load."
The professor leaned back, "I see." There was more to the story, she knew and urged her, waving her hands, to go on.
"So, I made a few 'adjustments.'" She was rubbing her arm now, sheepishly moving back until she was leaning on the professor's table.
"What kind of adjustments?" Juniper asked with a bit of a frown.
She sighed, "to, well, make it easier for the information to be translated onto the screen." She was no longer leaning on the table, but instead, halfway sitting on it. "At first, it was working." The dream scientist confessed.
"But?"
"It was like watching a movie on fast forward – a short one."
"You couldn't record it?"
"I did, but it's not the same thing as watching it first hand, Aury."
"... This isn't about the machine, is it Fennel?"
The raven haired woman turned away from her. A flush confirmed Juniper's suspicious. She stood, not at all offended by Fennel's line of seemingly odd questions. From the beginning she knew that this was what they were eventually going to head towards. Fennel was extraordinary when it came to dreams and her machine, but she never understood why she liked to pretend that she wasn't.
Trying to muffle some chuckles, Juniper covered her mouth with a curled hand. It wasn't working and Fennel turned back. Her face heated with embarrassment and frustration. "Fine, you're right!" Fennel threw out her hands and climbed back on her feet. She wasn't about to sit her and be laughed at – sure, she could take it from their colleagues (it was partially her fault that they didn't take her seriously anyways) but this was her supposedly best friend.
"Wait," the professor said, grabbing Fennel's arm. There was still a smirk on her lips, a teasing smile, but also a mix of worry. "I didn't mean to laugh."
Fennel sighed, relenting. "Fine."
"I was only laughing because this was how I first asked you out."
"B – but, we were working."
Juniper smirked, pulling Fennel on her lap. Her arms quickly snug around her comfortably, playing nice for now. "Have you ever wondered why," she could hear Fennel's breath hitch as one of her fingers hit a sensitive location, "I was asking you those strange line of questions?"
"A – about klinklang?" She said after much difficulty.
"Mhm, and how the gears," her tone dropped, "mesh."
Fennel groaned in disappointment when Juniper pulled away. The wandering hands chose some moment to cease their mischievous actions. She looked to the professor questioningly.
"You're the one who wanted us to take things slow."
