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Tea and Cake [Original]
Title: Tea and Cake
Characters/Pairing: Ania/Łucja (Original characters)
Rating: 0+
Length: ~550 words
Summary: Łucja was interrupted while baking, but at least the guest is someone she doesn't mind.
Other: Rain was having a craving for adorable Polish lesbians. I tried?
Tea and Cake
"Are you busy?"
Łucja looked down at the baking ingredients spread out over the counter, sighed, and cradled the telephone against her shoulder. Her girlfriend always seemed to call when she was in the middle of something. She had a talent for it. "A little," she said as she resumed stirring the batter. "What's this about?"
"Well, I was going to come over, but -"
"It's fine, Ania. I'm just baking. Come by if you want."
"Yes!! Okay, great!" There was the sound of rush and rustling. Grabbing her coat, probably, stuffing things into bags. "I have a book of poetry that I bet you'll love -- I'll take it with me. What're you making?"
"Drozdzowka," Łucja replied. She rubbed her hands together, frowning at the mess. Should she clean up before Ania arrived? Or would it matter? They had been together long enough that it shouldn't; they were past the point of trying to impress each other, weren't they? But -- still. "Take your time," she added. There. That would do it.
Just as Łucja had expected, when given the grace to take her time, Ania sure did it. There was enough time to get the cake in the oven, clean everything up, take the cake out to cool, and get herself neatened up a bit as well. As she looked at the clock, Łucja had a sneaking suspicion that the girl was timing it just so, in the interest of having warm cake.
Well, she couldn't blame her for that.
It was as she was putting the kettle on that she heard the door open. Ania announced herself in the usual singsong way - "Łucja! It's me!" and before Łucja knew it, there were warm arms wrapping her up in a tight hug from behind.
"Well," Łucja said. "I'd hope it's you. Most people wouldn't just let themselves in."
"Kidder!" Ania laughed and nuzzled against her neck. "Come on, don't be like that -- oh, it smells awesome in here!"
Łucja gave a quiet hum of acknowledgement, and leaned gently back against her girlfriend, closing her eyes for just a second to take in the feeling: soft, warm, and familiar. "Black or green?"
"What?"
"The tea. Black or green?"
"Green! Wait, no. Black today, I think. Anyway, I can't wait to read some of these poems to you, they're so good! Well, I don't usually like love poetry, but these are really good. Except some've them are a little bit mushy, I think."
"Mushy isn't bad," Łucja replied. I like mushy, she thought, as she gently pulled away and reached for the tin of tea. "Not if you're reading it. Now, go sit down, won't you?"
"Oh, fine!" Ania laughed again, and gave her another hug - more like a squeeze, far too tight - before letting go to dance into the living room. "And we should have some of that cake. Make my piece extra big, okay?"
To that, Łucja only gave a hum, the kind that said that she had heard her but wasn't going to say 'yes', exactly. "You ask too much," she said, gently chiding.
But when she brought the tray into the room, with mugs of tea and slices of cake, there was no mistaking that the plate she set in front of Ania was larger than her own by half.
Characters/Pairing: Ania/Łucja (Original characters)
Rating: 0+
Length: ~550 words
Summary: Łucja was interrupted while baking, but at least the guest is someone she doesn't mind.
Other: Rain was having a craving for adorable Polish lesbians. I tried?
Tea and Cake
"Are you busy?"
Łucja looked down at the baking ingredients spread out over the counter, sighed, and cradled the telephone against her shoulder. Her girlfriend always seemed to call when she was in the middle of something. She had a talent for it. "A little," she said as she resumed stirring the batter. "What's this about?"
"Well, I was going to come over, but -"
"It's fine, Ania. I'm just baking. Come by if you want."
"Yes!! Okay, great!" There was the sound of rush and rustling. Grabbing her coat, probably, stuffing things into bags. "I have a book of poetry that I bet you'll love -- I'll take it with me. What're you making?"
"Drozdzowka," Łucja replied. She rubbed her hands together, frowning at the mess. Should she clean up before Ania arrived? Or would it matter? They had been together long enough that it shouldn't; they were past the point of trying to impress each other, weren't they? But -- still. "Take your time," she added. There. That would do it.
Just as Łucja had expected, when given the grace to take her time, Ania sure did it. There was enough time to get the cake in the oven, clean everything up, take the cake out to cool, and get herself neatened up a bit as well. As she looked at the clock, Łucja had a sneaking suspicion that the girl was timing it just so, in the interest of having warm cake.
Well, she couldn't blame her for that.
It was as she was putting the kettle on that she heard the door open. Ania announced herself in the usual singsong way - "Łucja! It's me!" and before Łucja knew it, there were warm arms wrapping her up in a tight hug from behind.
"Well," Łucja said. "I'd hope it's you. Most people wouldn't just let themselves in."
"Kidder!" Ania laughed and nuzzled against her neck. "Come on, don't be like that -- oh, it smells awesome in here!"
Łucja gave a quiet hum of acknowledgement, and leaned gently back against her girlfriend, closing her eyes for just a second to take in the feeling: soft, warm, and familiar. "Black or green?"
"What?"
"The tea. Black or green?"
"Green! Wait, no. Black today, I think. Anyway, I can't wait to read some of these poems to you, they're so good! Well, I don't usually like love poetry, but these are really good. Except some've them are a little bit mushy, I think."
"Mushy isn't bad," Łucja replied. I like mushy, she thought, as she gently pulled away and reached for the tin of tea. "Not if you're reading it. Now, go sit down, won't you?"
"Oh, fine!" Ania laughed again, and gave her another hug - more like a squeeze, far too tight - before letting go to dance into the living room. "And we should have some of that cake. Make my piece extra big, okay?"
To that, Łucja only gave a hum, the kind that said that she had heard her but wasn't going to say 'yes', exactly. "You ask too much," she said, gently chiding.
But when she brought the tray into the room, with mugs of tea and slices of cake, there was no mistaking that the plate she set in front of Ania was larger than her own by half.