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FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2023 #4: In which Cameron and Donna enjoy a Sunday morning

[CN: food/preparation]

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After a very long week at Phoenix, a late-ish Friday night of celebrating Bos and Diane’s anniversary, and a Saturday spent entirely in pajamas and mostly in bed, alternating between snacking and napping, Donna was ready for some activity on Sunday. She’d gotten up at 7:30 to feed the cats, and had put on some workout gear while she was at it, ready to walk and stretch and do at least some stuff around the house.

Cameron had gotten out of bed at 7:30 too, if only to seem like a good wife. But after watching the cats eat, and looking out into a blindingly bright morning, Cameron had turned to Donna, frowned at her leggings, moisture wicking racerback tank, and good sneakers, and said, “…yeah, okay, I’m going back to bed. SMELL YA LATER, BOSS,” before going upstairs. Marshmallow, a shy rescued flame point siamese that they’d adopted shortly before opening the Phoenix office so that Licorice would have some company, had trotted off after Cameron, as if she too had decided that she could use some more sleep.

“Okay, well, see you at brunch, then!” Donna had called after her. 

Undeterred, Donna went outside and sat by the pool for a long while. She breathed deeply, and enjoyed the sunshine. She sat still, grateful to not be rushing either to or around the office, even though she loved the work. When she went back inside, she turned on the radio in the kitchen, ate some granola and fruit, and then she flipped through the most recent issue of Ms. She did not think about hardware, or code, or software, or new features, or servers, or interfaces. It was glorious.

By the time Cameron finally made it back downstairs, around 10:30, Donna had finished reading through her magazine, gone for a walk around the block, done some light stretches, and sung along with the radio. When Cameron went into the kitchen she found Donna playing with Licorice. Standing by the counter, she was waving around one of their feather wands, as Licorice swiped aggressively at the stuffed mouse dangling from the end. 

“Hey,” Cameron yawned, going directly to the refrigerator. “How’s your morning?”

Still waving the wand, Donna smiled broadly. “It’s been quiet, and solitary, and I haven’t thought about work at all. I’ve loved every minute of it!”

When Cameron didn’t say anything, Donna looked over at her. Eyes narrowed, Cameron was scanning the refrigerator shelves the way a general might look at a proposed battle strategy. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt and jeans, and her freshly washed hair was still damp. Distracted, Donna forgot what she was doing.

“Nice,” Cameron grinned, reaching into the refrigerator. As she was picking out ingredients, she glanced over at Donna, who was still looking at her. Confused, Cameron asked her, “What?”

Licorice sank her teeth into the stuffed mouse, and managed to pull the wand out of Donna’s hand. It clattered to the floor, and the sound made Donna jump. She looked down to see the cat playing with the fallen toy, and then, face slightly pink, she looked back up at Cameron and said, “Oh, nothing.” She stepped around Licorice, and went to the refrigerator. She kissed Cameron on the cheek, and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she said, “You just do that so well.”

Cameron scoffed and reached for the milk. She handed it to Donna, and said, “What? Look just androgynous enough for it to be perceived as a threat by the weak?”

As Cameron reached for the flour, Donna put the milk on the counter, and said, “You say that like it’s a bad thing. I’m into it!” 

Cameron handed the flour and an onion to Donna, who kissed her on the cheek again. 

“Okay, okay,” Cameron blushed. “I’m thinking pancakes and omelettes, and whipped cream and bacon. Are you down to indulge?” 

Donna kissed her a third time. “You have no idea.”