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Girl Dinner

Cynthia x Fem! Reader

Cynthia was always so busy, even during your dates. But every now and then, she finds a way to make it up to you.

“-Yeah, about that… Work’s keeping me late tonight. A new challenger arrived a few minutes ago, so I’m not off the hook until they are gone.”

“Oh, I see… Well, I’ll be waiting for you at home, then. Just let me know when you’re on your way so that I can get dinner warmed up for you.”

“You don’t need to do that, babe, I might be out pretty late. I’ll make sure to text when I leave, but don’t feel the need to stay up for my sake.”

You pause, unsure of how to respond for a second. You unconsciously tap the phone next to your ear with your fingers, hoping to hide your disappointment at the unfortunate news your girlfriend bestowed upon you. A quiet sigh passes through your lips, your name coming from the other side of the phone recapturing your attention.

“Hey, I know that we haven’t had time to ourselves recently, but I’ll make sure to spend as much time as possible with you the second I have free time, okay?”

“It’s not your fault that you have to work late, love, but I’ll be looking forward to it… so make sure to kick their ass for me.” Cynthia’s laugh, even muffled through the phone, is enough to bring a smile back onto your face.

“Ha! The kid’s only at Bertha right now, but if they make their way up to me, I’ll make sure to win, just for you. Love you.”

“I love you, too.” Another sigh drops from your lips, as you gently lower your phone to the kitchen counter below. You meant what you said, that it wasn’t her fault she was stuck at work, nor was it her fault for being busy with important archeological studies, nor was there much she could do to stop people from approaching her in public for pictures, or autographs, or battles, or whatnot…

But you couldn’t help but be a little disappointed whenever it happened. You felt bad about it, incredibly bad about it, but you couldn’t fend off the feeling, and Cynthia knew that intimately, as well, and knowing that made you feel a tiny bit worse. The odd pang in your heart weighed down by selfishness.

Because it was selfish to feel that way, in your mind, at least, even if Cynthia told you otherwise. Even when she told you that you’re allowed, if not entitled, to be selfish at times in your relationship, that you have the right to be disappointed when your plans get interrupted, even if it’s not your lover’s fault.

You push yourself away from the counter, wrapping up your girlfriend’s dinner to be placed in the fridge, busy to get your mind off of things for a moment, less you droop over the poor counter feeling bad for yourself until the light of your life came home. The dishes stacked in the sink never seemed so welcoming.

Rolling up your sleeves, you can’t help but let your mind wander back to Cynthia. Thinking about her is a normal activity for you, sure, but when your mind gets muddled with negativity, it’s difficult to trudge out of it in full. Normally, you could distract yourself with thoughts of your wonderful dates, but now it was hard to gleam over how many of them end.

Thinking about the picnic you two had last week, you smile at the memory of how the sun glinted in her eyes and how it reflected, almost blindingly so, off of her blonde hair, and the playful banter you exchanged while laying in the warmth of the sun, both outstretched on the soft blanket below, but you can’t help but remember how it ended, with her receiving a sudden call from work, prompting her to leave suddenly, followed by countless apologies.

You could also think about the times that you went out into town, to get food or to see a movie or to go shopping or to the museum or anything else of note, only to be stopped by fans, approaching with wide smiles and shocked expressions, asking for her attention for a few moments. She made the effort to keep interactions short and sweet, not wanting to take away time for your date, but she was too kind to just shoo them away outright (not that you would ask her to do so).

Arceus above, what you would give to spend time outside with her with no interruptions. Sure, you could always spend time in the confines of your home, where no prying eyes could see you, where you both opened up fully, vulnerable, to one another, and you loved those times immensely, but you would love to explore dates outside of said walls, to date like normal people do, without fame or influence.

Even then, though, you’d still give a lot for her to come home earlier than midnight, whether she be wrapped up in the league or out of the region to look at fancy ruins, to spend time wrapped in each other’s arms, talking quietly in bed, as if the world itself would hear anything above a whisper. To spend time with each other, with no regards to the time slipping you by or the dishes in the sink.

…But, to be fair, there are a lot of things you would rather be doing than putting sponge to dish, then hands under scalding water. It helped time pass, at least, because sooner rather than later, Cynthia would be home, and you’d have her dinner pulled out already, and sit with her as she talks about her day, about this hot shot challenger trying to snatch her crown during the dark of night.

Once she was back, you’d talk all you liked, until you would practically push her to bed, knowing about the weariness that’d settled into her bones from a long day. And for now, that would do. Seeing each other each night and each early morning would hold your attention quota for the time being, and in time you’d both have your chance to pull away from everyone else and focus on nothing but each other, just as your relationship has always gone.

“Are you sure-”

“Yes, I’m positive, everything is going to go perfectly, dear.” Cynthia stands behind you in the mirror, fingers flowing and cutting through your hair. “You look wonderful, by the way.” “You were the one who asked me to dress my best.” You roll your eyes playfully, but are deeply grateful for the compliment. Cynthia was no slouch, either, deliciously black dress hugging her curves, simultaneously showing too much yet too little skin.

“And you delivered, just like you always do.” She shoots a warm smile your way, locking eyes through the mirror’s reflection, before connecting a thin, metal clasp at the base of your neck, the necklace she had bought for you for your first anniversary. She fiddles with it for a second, admiring her work, before pressing a kiss to your temple. “Now then, are you ready? We wouldn’t want to be late for dinner.”

“I’m ready thanks to your finishing touch, yeah.” You nod, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear as you exit the bathroom, watching your lover walk to the kitchen and then to the front door, keys in hand. She had told you excitedly the day before about the dinner reservations she had made. It was a fancier place than you were used to, but you couldn’t help the excitement bubbling up in your core.

“Then, let’s get going.” The smile on her face was dangerously contagious, both trodding to the car with pep in your step, albeit with care. It would be an unfortunate end to date night if you were to trip and fall due to clumsiness or a broken heel and end up making out with the concrete of the driveway.

You chat about your day on the drive to the mysterious restaurant she had picked out, having not done so earlier. Typically, that would be the first thing you talked about when both at home, but she was spurring you on to get ready the second she crossed the threshold. It seems like she wanted to keep your mind off of whatever she was planning, and was doing a good job, at the very least, as you have no idea how much time passed between stepping into the car and stepping out of it.

With your hand in hers, she leads you into an elegant building, leading to you admiring the fancy, if not overly expensive, interior, as she talks to the receptionist and, after a short walk, brings you to a table. Looking out the window to your side, you had no idea that you were so high up, off of the ground, until gazing down at the city lights below.

“Well… do you like it? I’ve been looking at this place for some time now, but they’re almost always packed.” Cynthia props herself up on her arm, watching the light twinkling in your eyes.

“It’s beautiful…” The words roll off of your tongue subconsciously. It takes a second to tear your eyes away from the cityscape below and back to your lover, and then to the seats around you. “Are… are we alone?”

“That we are. Getting a room to ourselves wasn’t easy. I had to pull a few strings, but I knew it would be worth it, if nothing but to see your reaction.” Her expression brightens, as if saying ‘and it was worth it’ without needing the words.

Thankfully, the room wasn’t too large, seeming to be a private venue to be rented out. Otherwise, it would have felt much more awkward, surrounded by empty tables as far as the eye could see. And maybe there was a slight, quiet echo whenever you spoke, but it was hard to care at the moment. Not when the world’s most beautiful woman was at your side.

#pokemon x reader #cynthia x reader #fem reader #not super happy with the ending but it works #fun story! i spent like 20 minutes outside yesterday looking at worms and became delirious #i think i have allergies the outdoors are not friendly to me #not the worms tho they were sick watch them wiggle wiggly through the grass #also congrats you and your blonde wife's dishwasher is broken bc mind is #i dont remember how to load a washer by hand it shall be

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