Drabbletag 6 - Sanctuary, Charlotte/Helen, Tea
Title: Tea and Company
Author: moondoormajesty
Fandom: Sanctuary
Pairing: Charlotte/Helen
Prompt: Drabbletag 6 - tea
Word Count: 201
Rating: G
Charlotte would normally consider herself a coffee person. Something strong and dark to wake her up in the morning, and keep her going through a long day. Or an all-nighter.
Lately, though, she's grown fond of tea. Probably, because it makes her think of Helen, and her girlfriend's strong preference for the stuff - but there's just something about finding a good spot on one of the Sanctuary's higher floors, curling up by the window with a warm mug in hand, and watching the dusky rain shower the grounds below and the cityscape beyond.
And then there's the company. Helen, with her own, adorably English tea cup, coming to join her on the alcove ledge.
She leans in for a kiss, and Charlotte fumbles for a sturdy place to rest her mug among the pillows and blankets, so that she can use both hands to pull Helen closer. She tastes like earl grey - which mixes pretty nice with the raspberry spice on Charlotte's tongue.
"Enjoying the view?" Helen asks, when they break for a second.
"It just got better," Charlotte replies. So cheesy, she knows. But also, true.
Author: moondoormajesty
Fandom: Sanctuary
Pairing: Charlotte/Helen
Prompt: Drabbletag 6 - tea
Word Count: 201
Rating: G
Charlotte would normally consider herself a coffee person. Something strong and dark to wake her up in the morning, and keep her going through a long day. Or an all-nighter.
Lately, though, she's grown fond of tea. Probably, because it makes her think of Helen, and her girlfriend's strong preference for the stuff - but there's just something about finding a good spot on one of the Sanctuary's higher floors, curling up by the window with a warm mug in hand, and watching the dusky rain shower the grounds below and the cityscape beyond.
And then there's the company. Helen, with her own, adorably English tea cup, coming to join her on the alcove ledge.
She leans in for a kiss, and Charlotte fumbles for a sturdy place to rest her mug among the pillows and blankets, so that she can use both hands to pull Helen closer. She tastes like earl grey - which mixes pretty nice with the raspberry spice on Charlotte's tongue.
"Enjoying the view?" Helen asks, when they break for a second.
"It just got better," Charlotte replies. So cheesy, she knows. But also, true.