morning
Juniper stared up at the ceiling, counting each pink and purple flower that streaked across the paint. She was an early riser, unlike Fennel who hugged her pillow in drooling bliss. The doctor preferred exploring the world of dreams in the morning over waking up to the unkind dullness of the real world. That was fine, as long as she woke up eventually, which she always did. But it was rather lonely to lie in the silence, not having anything to do or anyone to talk to or share the hunger pains with so early in the morning. It almost felt like her home in Nuvema, where she always woke up on her own, but it wasn't Fennel's fault. If she could sleep just a little bit longer, she would take that opportunity as well.
But as this was not the case, Juniper decided to get up from bed. Slipping on a bathrobe, she waltzed down the spiral staircase and over to the kitchen. Fennel's kitchen was fairly bare and clean, typical of one who ordered takeout most days of the week. There wasn't much logic in doing a lot of grocery shopping when the doctor ruined just about everything she tried to cook. Juniper mentally cursed herself for not at least picking up a box of pancake mix on her way to her girlfriend's. Most of the things that were left around were unappetizing. One batch of moldy bananas. One half-eaten cup of yogurt that appeared to have a broccoli stalk in it. Soggy trays of burnt meatloaf. One box of a Captain Crunch knockoff cereal.
Limited with her options, Juniper poured herself a bowl of Duke Crunchem and sat in front of the television. So this was the behavior of a typical urban teenager in the morning. It was uncomfortable. She was used to keeping busy during breakfast with research or pokemon or people, and all she could do right now was enjoy her cereal and an episode of Seinfeld. Attempting relaxation was so hard.
An hour passed, then two. Juniper was already draining the remains of her cereal bowl into the sink when she noticed Fennel leaning in the doorway. From the looks of it, the doctor had just woken up from her slumber. Her glasses were crooked on her face and her labcoat was draped sloppily over her lacy bra and underwear, and there were bags under her eyes. Juniper resisted her snickers, knowing how hard it was for her girlfriend to get up regardless of time, instead resuming her cleaning of the cereal bowl. "Morning, Ed."
"Hmmm, morning, Aurea. Did you make pancakes?"
"No didn't have any pancake mix, sorry. There's still some leftover cereal in the pantry, though."
"Hmmm, no, I think I'll eat that yogurt I saved. I really need to remember to buy pancake mix, for Reshiram's sake!"
Fennel grabbed the yogurt from the fridge and slammed the door, beginning to eat without another word. Juniper placed the cereal bowl onto the drying rack and walked over to her girlfriend, grabbing her from behind as she squeezed her waist. All that takeout wasn't good for the doctor's figure; she was beginning to grow chubby around the edges. Ignoring all of her complaints, Juniper rested her chin against Fennel's head. "I'm sorry, hon. I can get dressed real quick and go to the store and get some pancake mix. It's no trouble."
"No, no, you're supposed to be a guest. Ugh, this yogurt is really icky. Why does Colress have to put broccoli in everything?"
She tossed the yogurt container into the trash can, wrinkling her nose. Juniper only held her tighter. Why was that wretched blond rival of hers so obsessed with broccoli? The couple kept quiet for a few more minutes, wondering which one of them would suggest going to the diner and ordering pancakes first. Eating almost nothing but greasy meals wasn't very good for the health, but it was better than eating whatever abominations Fennel kept in the kitchen, and Juniper did not mind paying the price of a few pimples for both of their happiness.
(Original notes: Fennel likes pancakes.)
Originally written February 23rd, 2014 on tumblr for femslash february. Fennel still enjoys pancakes.
