Random slice-of-life

Lightning stumbled into the bathroom, bleary eyed and groggy. She raised spiteful eyes to her lover already standing at the sink. Fang smiled around the toothbrush stuck in her mouth and winked. Her hair was slightly damp as if it had just been blow-dried. Lightning rolled her eyes, which took more effort than it usually did, and stood next to Fang at the sink.

"Have trouble sleeping last night?"

Lightning's glare deepened, despite how warm that voice always made her feel. She didn't even have the energy to blush. She picked her own toothbrush while Fang cleaned hers off and put it away.

Fang filled a cup of water and brought it to her lips. Lightning was adding toothpaste to her toothbrush and took the opportunity to nudge Fang with her elbow, causing the Pulsian to dribble water down her frown.

With cheeks puffed slightly with water, Fang glared down at her before swishing the water nosily around and finally spitting into the sink.

"Trouble swallowing?" Lightning asked, feeling a little smirk of her own as she began brushing her teeth.

"You weren't complaining earlier," Fang replied smoothly.

Lightning snorted, but quietly resumed her dental hygiene.

Fang tilted her head a little, leaning a bit closer to the mirror, as she searched for the usual strands of hair she liked to keep braided. After a short while of watching her work with her hair, Lightning started sagging with fatigue and chose to lean against Fang's side, resting her head on Fang's arm even as it moved gently with the braiding.

They shared glances in the mirror until Fang looked down at her person and nudged her lightly with an elbow, which Lightning promptly returned.

"You're drooling on me."

"Deal with it," Lightning mumbled without moving. Her eyes already starting to close, and the toothbrush was beginning to feel heavier. She inhaled deeply. "Have you showered?"

"Mhm."

She breathed in again, turning her nose more into the warm skin, not caring how she smeared more toothpaste on the Pulsian's muscular arm. "You smell good."

Fang smiled softly in response.

After finishing with her hair she searched the counter, taking care not to jostle Lightning too much from her "perch".

"Do you know where my earrings are?"

Lightning pointed with her free hand. Fang mumbled an 'oh' as she picked them up. She leaned closer to the mirror, turning her head to the side, and Lightning had to adjust a bit so she wouldn't slide off.

Fang peered at her through the mirror. "If you're so tired, you could have just stayed in bed. You don't have work today, right? You didn't need to get up."

Lightning's eyes had fully closed by this point, but they opened just slightly now. She was idly moving the toothbrush against her teeth. Her eyes flicked to Fang's in the mirror before closing again. "I know."

They remained quiet for a while longer, continuing to gently nudge each other every so often until Fang ran out of things she could do in her current position. Lightning was aware of this because Fang simply paused for a bit, eyes busily searching the area for something else to do.

Lightning picked her head up from the woman's shoulder. She rinsed her mouth and toothbrush, and put it away.

Fang's lips pecked her on the temple. "Come on, you should go get some rest."

"It's your fault," Lightning grumbled, not even needing to look to see the wide grin on Fang's face.

"Like I said, you don't have work today."

Lightning sauntered toward the door. "It's not like I don't have anything else I want to do."

And then she was lifted into strong arms. She squirmed slightly, casting narrowed eyes at Fang, who still hadn't wiped that shit-eating grin off her face.

She allowed herself to be carried to the bed and gently placed on the mattress. Heavy blankets were pulled up to her chin. Then Fang crawled over her, trapping her under the blankets by resting her weight on her forearms and knees on either side of Lightning.

With just her nose and eyes poking out from beneath the blankets, Lightning glared up at her, although the look was losing some of its edge because her eyes were beginning to droop.

Fang leaned down, gently pressing her lips to Lightning's forehead. She heard the Pulsian whisper sweet nothings in her deep, soothing voice, moving her lips down the side of her face in soft nibbles and presses. Lightning's eyes drifted closed and with great patience, Fang kissed each of her eyelids. Then the blanket was tugged down slightly and the last thing Lightning could feel and remember before falling asleep was the kiss placed on her lips.