Anna and Ruby in their cottage together post-apocalypse. Just them being dorks, really.
Anna was humming to herself as she stepped in to her and Ruby's comfortable little cottage, closing the door behind her and removing her coat, setting it over one of the chairs in the kitchen. She heard music, soft jazz, from the living room, and stepped inside. Here, she rolled her eyes. Ruby was curled in a tight ball on sofa, right next to the heater that kept the living room in the cold winters.
On the coffee table were three bags of McDonald's meals, and Anna could see not a fry left on the table. "Really?"
"I feel slightly sick." Ruby mumbled against the fabric of the sofa's left arm, not moving to uncurl her body.
"And you're surprised? How many bags of fries did you eat?"
"Nine." Anna shook her head, moving back into the kitchen and turning on the kettle to make tea.
"You're pathetic." Anna called into the living room.
"I am accomplished." Ruby retorted. "That's a record." This sentence was accompanied by a slightly sickly burp. Anna moved into the bedroom as the kettle boiled behind her, picking up their thick, warm quilt, and moved back into the living room. She lifted Ruby up with some effort, because Ruby was heavier than Anna but Anna had taken to attending a gym, and dropped her in the armchair as she set the duvet out on the sofa.
Ruby grunted, and Anna ignored her as she went to get their cups of tea. She set them on the coffee table and cleared away the paper bags for recycling (a concept Ruby apparently struggled with, judging by how often Anna was lectured by members of the council recycling team), and then lifted Ruby again, sitting on the sofa and dropping the demon to lie across her lap before wrapping the quilt around them.
"Warm." Ruby commented, her face mashed against Anna's thigh.
"And greedy." Anna said, unamused as she heard Ruby's stomach give a low grumble.
"Accomplished." Ruby corrected. Anna snorted, reaching for her cup of tea and the television remote, before turning on the television and swapping to BBC1.
"Are we watching Pointless?" Ruby asked in a groan. "Again? You are an old man from South-East England." Anna snorted. She'd found a fondness for the quiz show, but Ruby, as she made clear every afternoon, abhorred it. Despite her supposed loathing, she, of course, still joined in guessing answers.
"And you are a greedy demon who overeats from McDonald's." Ruby had no sufficiently clever response to that as Anna sipped at her tea, so instead, she nuzzled closer against Anna's thigh and closed her eyes.
"Stroke my hair." She demanded in a sleepy mumble, and Anna did, other hand clasping her cup of tea and taking occasional sips from it.
"Your tea'll go cold."
"I like it cold." Anna curled her lip in disgust.
"Ruby, that's awful." Ruby just snorted and pressed up for Anna to stroke her hair more.
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FILL, Team Sam/Crowley, Comfortable Domesticity
Date: 2013-09-22 03:33 pm (UTC)Anna was humming to herself as she stepped in to her and Ruby's comfortable little cottage, closing the door behind her and removing her coat, setting it over one of the chairs in the kitchen. She heard music, soft jazz, from the living room, and stepped inside. Here, she rolled her eyes. Ruby was curled in a tight ball on sofa, right next to the heater that kept the living room in the cold winters.
On the coffee table were three bags of McDonald's meals, and Anna could see not a fry left on the table. "Really?"
"I feel slightly sick." Ruby mumbled against the fabric of the sofa's left arm, not moving to uncurl her body.
"And you're surprised? How many bags of fries did you eat?"
"Nine." Anna shook her head, moving back into the kitchen and turning on the kettle to make tea.
"You're pathetic." Anna called into the living room.
"I am accomplished." Ruby retorted. "That's a record." This sentence was accompanied by a slightly sickly burp. Anna moved into the bedroom as the kettle boiled behind her, picking up their thick, warm quilt, and moved back into the living room. She lifted Ruby up with some effort, because Ruby was heavier than Anna but Anna had taken to attending a gym, and dropped her in the armchair as she set the duvet out on the sofa.
Ruby grunted, and Anna ignored her as she went to get their cups of tea. She set them on the coffee table and cleared away the paper bags for recycling (a concept Ruby apparently struggled with, judging by how often Anna was lectured by members of the council recycling team), and then lifted Ruby again, sitting on the sofa and dropping the demon to lie across her lap before wrapping the quilt around them.
"Warm." Ruby commented, her face mashed against Anna's thigh.
"And greedy." Anna said, unamused as she heard Ruby's stomach give a low grumble.
"Accomplished." Ruby corrected. Anna snorted, reaching for her cup of tea and the television remote, before turning on the television and swapping to BBC1.
"Are we watching Pointless?" Ruby asked in a groan. "Again? You are an old man from South-East England." Anna snorted. She'd found a fondness for the quiz show, but Ruby, as she made clear every afternoon, abhorred it. Despite her supposed loathing, she, of course, still joined in guessing answers.
"And you are a greedy demon who overeats from McDonald's." Ruby had no sufficiently clever response to that as Anna sipped at her tea, so instead, she nuzzled closer against Anna's thigh and closed her eyes.
"Stroke my hair." She demanded in a sleepy mumble, and Anna did, other hand clasping her cup of tea and taking occasional sips from it.
"Your tea'll go cold."
"I like it cold." Anna curled her lip in disgust.
"Ruby, that's awful." Ruby just snorted and pressed up for Anna to stroke her hair more.