Sometimes i think I do too much when I have a crush/ am in love, then I remember Adrian pretended not to know how to drive a stick shift so Sydney would teach him then pulled a tokyo drift to get her out of a dangerous situation
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FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2024 #16: In which Cameron and Donna are relaxing after an ideal weekend
[CN: food/meal prep mention]
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It was around 9:15 on Sunday night and Cameron and Donna were in the media room, the tv showing a rerun of the Battlestar Galactica reboot, relaxing after a busy couple of days. Haley, Joanie, Tanya, Risa, and Dr. Katie Herman had come over with their partners and kids on Saturday for the first pool party of the season, and Cameron and Donna had spent Sunday doing their usual chores (meal prepping for the week, refilling the bird feeders, laundry, etcetera) and post-party clean up.
Cameron, who had developed an interest in the fiber arts after reading about how Ada Lovelace had studied embroidery and based her approach to programming on her knowledge of an automated weaving loom, was happily mending a hole in one of her favorite sweaters with yarn and instructions from Katie Herman, while Marshmallow the flame point siamese loafed on the arm of the couch next to her. Donna, who was usually still alert at 9pm, was lying on her side, her head resting on a throw pillow on the couch’s center cushion, and had recently announced that she was just resting her eyes.
“You know,” Cameron said, as she threaded her yarn needle through a loop on the right-hand side of the hole in her sweater, “you can go to bed, if you’re tired.”
Donna yawned. “But we’re hanging out.”
Cameron held back an affectionate laugh. “Yes, and it’s very nice, I’m glad you’re here.”
“Hmm,” Donna agreed.
Licorice the cat, who had just finished her nightly patrol of the perimeter, trotted into the media room, and chirped. She sprang up onto the couch and made herself comfortable in the space near Donna’s legs. Donna opened her eyes long enough to give her a scritch behind the ears, and then went back to ‘resting’ them.
Cameron watched, and then glanced at the television before looking back at her mending. “You must really be tired if your eyes are closed while Starbuck is on screen.”
“Fortunately, I can see her very clearly in my mind’s eye,” Donna said.
Cameron threaded another loop, and then another, and tugged at the yarn to pull the loops together, and then spent the next few minutes finishing her mending while wondering if it was a coincidence that looping in programming language was called that. After she snipped the yarn and sewed the rest into sweater, she said, “There!” proudly.
“Oh?” Donna said. “Let me see.” She sat up, and gently took the sweater from Cameron. She saw that the sweater was grey, but that Cameron had used some left-over bright purple yarn from Katie Herman’s collection to patch the hole. “Characteristically bold,” she decided. “I like it.” She handed it back to Cameron.
“Thank you,” Cameron beamed. She folded the sweater, and put it on the coffee table. She put her yarn needle back in the old mint tin she used for storage, and put it on coffee table with her sewing scissors and the handful of purple yarn that was still left. She turned to Donna, and asked, “You wanna go back to resting your eyes?”
Donna nodded enthusiastically. “Yes please!”
“Alright then.” Cameron grabbed the extra large blanket from the back of the couch, and after Donna rested her head in Cameron’s lap, Cameron threw the blanket over the both of them.
Donna closed her eyes, and said, “Who needs Starbuck when I’m already married to the perfect, muscular, jump-suit wearing blonde?”
Cameron blushed with happiness at the compliment. Licorice meowed, as if to agree, and Cameron and Donna laughed. “Can’t argue with that, Boss,” Cameron said.
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