Chapter ten: Sunday Morning

Prompt: #83 Breakfast

Universe: game-verse

Rating: T

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Sunday mornings were universally known to be lazy days. Families go to the beach, students relax for the day before school and hungover adults sleep in until the afternoon. It was raining lightly, the pitter-patter soothing to the occupants of a bedroom, resting in the comfort of warm sheets and an even warmer body. In the case of Cynthia and Dawn, who were caught in an embrace in their bed, it was a fight to see who would get up and cook breakfast.

"No... you do it," the blonde groaned.

"But..! I did it last week and the week before! You get up and do it, you lazy bum!" Dawn muttered harshly.

The blonde pulled the covers over the both of them and tucked the blunette under her chin. "Just... gimme a few more minutes," she breathed out, closing her eyes.

"Cynthia, we've been arguing for thirty minutes; it's almost eleven! Soon enough we'll just have to cook lunch!" Dawn argued, displeased by her lover's lazy tendencies.

Suddenly, the older woman's eyes popped open and she sat up, letting go of Dawn and the sheets. Dawn sat up as well, eyeing her naked lover cautiously. It wasn't often, but she could be a bit unpredictable sometimes. Dawn supposed that this was probably how she won her Champion title in the first place.

"Why don't we have both?" Cynthia suggested, an excited grin on her face.

"Huh?"

"You know.. breakfast and lunch, 'brunch'? Why not have that? It'll save us time!"

Dawn gave a bored look in response to the woman's excitement. "Are you kidding me? Your idea of getting out of this is by making me cook two meals at once?"

Cynthia pouted and Dawn winced, already feeling the guilt rise up. She couldn't take it when she did that.

"Aw, please... c'mon.. you know I don't ask for much," Cynthia pleaded, leaning forward, eyes wide and bottom lip jutting out.

"I... umm, I don't... think... uhh," Dawn stuttered, leaning back.

Cynthia slid a finger down the side of Dawn's face seductively, breathing lightly in her ear. Dawn shut her eyes tightly and closed her mouth, still not believing that Cynthia was doing all of this for food.

"Please?" she murmured, grinning.

Dawn let out a groan and got out of bed, stomping to the kitchen angrily. "Fine! But don't expect anything out of me later!"

"Okay!" Cynthia chirped, pulling on her bathrobe and following the young adult.

"Umm.. Dawn? You forgot your clothes."

"I don't care. Are you gonna help me, or not?"

"Depends on what you mean by 'help'."

"Cynthia!"