Title: strapped
Fandom: pokemon
Characters: prof. juniper, dr. fennel.
Prompt: #22 - Unforgiven
Word Count: 535
Rating: T
Summary: someone's in trouble again.
Warnings: hints of yuri.
Disclaimer: don't own pokemon or its characters
"You are making fun of me." Aurea accused, staring at the woman standing by her doorway.
They paused. "Hm … ?" There was an oh-so-innocent hum to her voice as she looked at the professor with an equally naive smile. "What do you mean?"
Restraining herself from flailing, the professor couldn't hide a heated blush. "J – just look at what you're wearing!"
Fennel smoothed her clothes, blinking. The ruffles were sticking in the strangest of places, but she needed to pretend it didn't bother her for this to work. "I thought you liked it."
"I do!" She groaned, knowing what the dream scientist was trying to get her to say. "But I can't do anything about it strapped to this bed."
To this, Fennel grinned lasciviously, "you can't." She walked over to the bed, and Aurea gulped, feeling Fennel's hand against her cheek. "But I can."
"You're evil."
Fennel huffed, pulling away to fold her arms. "I told you not to go." She said pouting.
"It was work, Fen. Of course, I had to go." The answer was practiced; she had used the line many times before. It never worked.
Just like every time she had, Fennel never accepted it. In fact, "they also said that you could wait a few weeks until the area was stable."
Aurea winced at that, staring at her casts. "Yeah." She sighed. "Okay, next time I swear I'll listen to you. Okay?"
"Hm …"
The professor looked at Fennel expectantly, lips curled into a small pout.
Fennel laughed at the ridiculousness of the act and relented, if only just a little. She shifted, taking a seat in the bed, careful not to knock the casts. "Alright."
Aurea leaned back in her bed with a sigh, believing that this was the end of it.
"But," Fennel held up a finger, and the professor knew this wasn't going to be good. "You're not getting any of this," she gestured to herself, "until that," she gestured to the casts, "heals."
"W – what?!" She squeaked in indignation.
"Punishment, Aury." The dream scientist said. Her lips hovered over Aurea for a split second before she pulled back and straightened herself out. Damn reflexes. "I'm still mad, you know." She said quietly, as she stood up again.
"I know." Aurea said mournfully, using her free hand to try to pull Fennel back.
The scientist swatted at the professor's hand. "You need to save that. It's going be a lonely month."
"You're incorrigible."
"Love you too."
And with that, Aurea watched as Fennel walked out the door. She was teasing her again, hips swaying ever so purposely in that french maid uniform.
Three to six weeks in a cast, she could survive this!