#everything's coming up milhouse!!!!!! (knock on wood)

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i’ve been to the gym in the last 4 days more than i went in the previous 4 MONTHS so i think i’m getting my groove back after lexapro

dgmw it’s been a HUGE help for my anxiety and depression but it also made it very hard to motivate myself to sweat for a few hours a day haha

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FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2021 #11: In which Cameron is persuaded by Donna

[CN: food/meal prep mentions; grown women alluding to and discussing their longtime sexual relationship]

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In late January of the year 2000, Donna got up and went next door to Cameron’s office to ask her, “Hey, do you wanna have an at-home date night for Valentine’s Day? It’s a Monday, but maybe the night before?”

Cameron looked up from her computer. “An at-home date night?”

Closing the door to Cameron’s office behind her, Donna said, “Yeah, like a date! But at home! We should treat ourselves, Phoenix is up and running and doing surprisingly well, the girls are doing really well, we averted the Y2K crisis! Everything’s coming up Milhouse!”

Cameron laughed, “Everything kind of is coming up Milhouse, isn’t it?” Then, suddenly serious, she said, “Knock on wood,” and preceded to anxiously knock three times on the top of her desk. She looked back up at Donna, and asked her, “What would this at-home date entail?”

Now standing in front of Cameron’s desk, Donna said, “Well, okay, we could get out the good plates, and we could order from a nice, upscale restaurant, and we can get dressed up? Okay, confession,” Donna admitted, sinking into the arm chair across from Cameron. “I sort of just want to get dressed up.” The Phoenix office was much more casual than both the Texas Instruments and AGGEK offices, which Donna considered an unequivocal net good, but occasionally, she did have days where she missed rolling into work in designer suits, shoes, and jewelry.

Cameron sighed. “I don’t have any problem doing the cooking, we don’t have to order in. Do we have to get dressed up though? Is that the one non-negotiable here?”

“I’m afraid it is,” Donna nodded.

“Well,” Cameron said, looking back at her computer screen, “I feel like that’s just a little unfair because you look much better dressed up than I do, but if you think it’s necessary….”

“I disagree that I look better dressed up than you do, and I do think it’s necessary,” Donna countered, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Is it, though?” Cameron looked at her again, shoulders now sagging. “I mean, why?”

Donna looked at her, incredulous, for a moment. And then, she uncrossed her arms and crossed her legs at the knee as she leaned forward, and said, her voice slightly lowered, “Because. Then I get to take your nice clothes off of you.”   

Cameron, thoroughly disarmed, as always, by Donna’s crossed legs, said, “…oh.” Cheeks turning pink, she said, “Okay, well, I will admit that that sounds like a very good reason to get dressed up.”

Donna winked at her before standing up to go back to her office.

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They slept in on the morning of their date night (or, after they were briefly meowed out of bed by a hangry Licorice, that is), dozing for almost two hours, curled up together, and then they got up to make a leisurely brunch together, and later they went for a long walk while the sun was still out, as they usually would on a Sunday. They talked, sleepily at first, about everything else they’d done that weekend: on Friday night Cameron had stayed in and started a new video game and Donna had gone out with Diane for tapas, and on Saturday Donna had done lunch and shopping with Tanya, while Cameron had gone with Bos to their favorite park, and their second favorite diner. 

And then, when they got back from their walk, they started to get ready for that evening.

Cameron decided to get dressed before starting dinner. While Donna busied herself with setting the table and spending some quality time with Licorice, Cameron went up to the master bath and took a long hot shower and washed her hair. She was in the walk-in closet, trying to decide what to wear, when Donna went up their room to check in with her.

“Hey, how’s it going?” she called out. “Is there anything I can do to help with dinner before I start getting ready?”

Cameron, intimidated as always by the simple prospect of trying to make herself look presentable, sighed huffily, “No, that’s okay, but thanks for asking.” She looked through her clothes for a moment, and then she said, “Actually….” She shrugged off her robe, hung it up, and in nothing but her underwear, she went out into the bedroom. “Maybe you can help me with something.”

Donna, eye brows raised with delight, took several long seconds to check Cameron out before replying “…yes?”

Nodding her head back toward the closet, Cameron asked, “Wanna help me figure out what to wear?”

Still gazing hungrily at Cameron’s bare shoulders and slightly damp hair, Donna said, “Okay, yeah. I think I might be able to be of some assistance, here….” Cameron retreated into the walk-in, and Donna excitedly followed her. 

Cameron stood back, and let Donna look at her side of the closet. Eyes narrowed, Donna surveyed Cameron’s wardrobe, and after a long minute, she pulled a button down forest green, black, and grey plaid button down shirt, a pair of black straight-legged wool blend trousers somehow felt and fit more like jeans than slacks, a pair of black y-back suspenders, and held them up for Cameron to look at. “How about this?”

Grinning, Cameron took the shirt from her. “Sure, that could work.” She pulled the shirt on, as Donna watched, and then took the pants and the suspenders from Donna. She attached the suspenders to the waistband of her pants, and as she pulled them on, Donna looked through her clothes again, and grabbed a dark grey blazer with a black plaid print on it. 

As Cameron pulled the suspenders up onto her shoulders, she said, “Plaid on plaid? That’s a bold choice.”

“Fortune favors the bold,” Donna said. “Also, we won’t be seen in public.”

“That’s true,” Cameron grinned. She slipped on a pair of black loafers, and then she buttoned her shirt, and tucked the tails into her waistband. She started to roll up her sleeves, glancing in the full-length mirror to see how she looked.

Donna put the blazer back, and went to her jewelry box. A minute later, she met Cameron back at the mirror with a white gold herringbone necklace that Cameron was sure cost more than every piece of clothing she owned combined. 

Feigning exasperation, Cameron said, “Okay, fine, if we must.” She let Donna put the necklace around her throat, and gathered her hair in her hand and swept it over her shoulder, holding it out of the way. When Donna had fastened the necklace, Cameron turned around to face her, and shook her hair out and back into place.

Donna looked her up and down, and then smiled at her. She picked a piece of lint from Cameron’s collar, and then she unbuttoned the top two buttons on her shirt. Smoothing down Cameron’s lapels, Donna said, “You are both beautiful and handsome and it never stops being amazing and fascinating to me.” 

Blushing slightly, Cameron said, “It never stops being amazing and fascinating to me that someone likes that about me.”

Pushing a stray strand of hair out of Cameron’s eyes, Donna kissed her on the nose, and said, “I don’t think it’s that amazing, but I’m glad you’re into it, that works out well for us.” She gave Cameron one last scan, and then she reached for the blazer, and held it out to Cameron. “Meet you downstairs in an hour?”

With a slightly lopsided smile, Cameron promised her, “I’ll come and pick you up.” 

Cameron wouldn’t remember what they ate or drank that night, or cooking. But she would remember realizing that she was done cooking, and rushing to pull off her apron, and put on the blazer, and run up to the bedroom to let Donna know that dinner was ready, and Donna opening the bedroom door, dressed in a long-sleeved black sweater, black leather pencil skirt, and a pair of black suede knee high stiletto boots that she hadn’t yet gotten a chance to wear. And then, later, in bed, after Donna had undressed her, grudgingly, breathlessly admitting, “Okay, you were right. This was a great reason to get dressed up.”

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i found a 20% off code for the weighted blanket too everything’s coming up milhouse. i hope it still works by friday when i get my paycheck and bonus knock on wood

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