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For Buffy-mun, I fail at doing things on time but here's what I have for the birthday that's all geeky and CFUD-related. Chalk up slowness to me being IC? I dunno...
Mornings after battles where a disaster was narrowly averted had a special place of mixed feelings for Buffy Summers. On one hand, the world was still intact, score one for her. On the other hand she normally had to do the same routine of work only with more bruises and less sleep. Being a Slayer was a thankless job, but after spending enough time at camp she had gotten used to two things: not fighting for her life on a daily basis, and waking up to Kon’s body heat.
When the latter went missing that generally made for a grumpy Slayer.
Buffy made an annoyed growling sound as she brushed her hair out of her face, wincing slightly from where her arm was still recovering from that wrenching last night. Stupid medusa demons turning all the males in camp to stone, then using them as blunt objects. She’d never complain about Xander being hard-headed and stubborn again.
“Good morning!” Kon’s voice drifted from the main room of the cabin. It was unnaturally chipper and Buffy mentally went through her catalogue of what could possibly be wrong, moving on to whether or not it was worth getting out of bed to check. He wasn’t in mortal danger from what she heard so far, right?
The digital clock read 11:48. Technically Kon was right about it being morning, but only because it wasn’t just afternoon yet.
Straightening the old Superman shirt out, Buffy sat up to try and get a clear look at what kept her boyfriend from being properly unconscious beside her. “What are you doing?”
“Breakfast!” he called out in that same sing-song.
That was the wrong thing to wake up to. Seriously, bizarro world wrong. Normally Buffy would be cautious and circumspect, analyzing the situation to prevent mental scarring.
“Kon, what the hell.”
Diplomacy was overrated before noon, Buffy decided.
The heir to the Superman legacy darted out into the doorway. Instead of his normal outfit, a brightly colored apron swung about his neck that possibly could have been baby blue if it weren’t for the unnatural amounts of flour dumped on it. There might have been dolphins on it if she squinted.
“Did you steal that from Gwendal?”
“Sorata,” Kon answered, completely ignoring how his girlfriend was on the verge of sniggering. “And it’s on loan. I’m making you breakfast in bed.”
“...am I missing an anniversary here? Because I know I could sleep for a week, but this is a little much.”
“Can’t a boyfriend randomly shower his girlfriend with affection without a reason?”
“Normally you’re beyond reasoning before I make your coffee.”
“Rikuou filled in for you this morning. Uh, after I took out the upper cupboards and part of a doorframe.”
“Stealing my job, again?” Buffy point out, in a tone that indicated he was more than welcome to it in this one case.
“Saving the cabin from further property damage,” Kon clarified before turning on his heat vision to try and fry the eggs. “But we all owe you one for yesterday, so the guys are going to clear out for the rest of the afternoon in a show of appreciation.”
Buffy quirked an eyebrow suggestively. “I’m liking the low key appreciation here.”
“We thought a parade would be too much work,” Rikuou stated as he walked by Kon, “and Kal would eat the macramé.”
Kal halted his attempts at gnawing on Kon’s ankle to say, “>:D”
“So how do you like your eggs?” Kon asked.
“Sunny side up, I guess. Ever since moving to Sunnydale I’ve got to uphold that sun-related name solidarity.”
“I can do scrambled and the kind with eggshells in them.”
“...you know, screw the solidarity. Scrambled is fine.”
Kon flashed her a grin while picking the few eggshells out, “You’ve got it.”
“Going all out, hm?” Rikuou asked in a whisper.
“Thanks for taking Kal for the day,” Kon stopped his heat vision to grin at Rikuou with flour and smoke caking his face. Despite the careful no-business attitude of the man, he smirked a little at how silly Kon was making himself look for his girlfriend. This time intentionally even.
“Just remember if Ying starts to lecture me you take all the blame,” Rikuou muttered with a wave before unceremoniously scooping Kal up in one arm to depart. “By the way Kon, you’ve got a waffle on the ceiling.”
Kon blinked and looked up, “But I was making flapjacks.”
Because camp timing was wonderful like that, the waffle fell right as Kon’s eyes focused on it, covering him in half-burnt batter.
Kal went, “>:DDDDDD”
“Taking that as my cue to leave,” Rikuou laughed, carrying the tentacle monster in tow he shut the door.
“Need a towel, Kon?” Buffy asked while at the same time settling back on her pillow.
“It’s nothing a concentrated TK field wouldn’t cu-bad eggs!”
That was enough to make Buffy move, running to the doorway half-expecting aliens and bodysnatchers to be clinging onto her boyfriend. To her relief (relief at least compared to demon eggs) Kon had simply forgotten how his heat vision continued to heat things long after he had finished using it, and ended up warping the frying pan when he was distracted by falling waffle/pancake batter.
He dumped the pan into the closest garbage bin and scowled, “This is where the freeze breath really could come in handy.”
Buffy leaned her head against the doorframe, “How about we just do lunch instead?”
“Order pizza from Dante?” Kon said, hope creeping into his voice even as he kept the rest of the waffle from dribbling down his chin.
“Well, I heard you make a great sandwich...”
----
“Kon, did you just make a ketchup heart?”
The superhero stopped in mid-squirt. “...and if I did?”
“Nothing, it’s cute. If not wasted because it’s going between two slices of cheese. Cheese never struck me as being very romantic.”
“Hey, it’s the thought that counts,” Kon declared before idly drawing a happy face with mustard.
“Kon...”
“Hey, Bart likes his sandwiches that way, he can tell if it’s just randomly squirted on...”
“Kon,” Buffy said again pointing to her sandwich with the ketchup and mustard looking like a lopsided Superman “S” before she placed the top bread over it with a measure of satisfaction. “It’s okay.”
He grinned, “Sorry you didn’t get the breakfast in bed I planned for you. Saving everyone in camp deserves more than just ketchup hearts.”
“Eh, I saved the world a bunch of times and got a toy umbrella. It’s really more of that people here notice actually notice things. Besides,” she said pulling him into a hug, “I have you.”
“Living, breathing me who, despite making horrible pancakes can do other fun things a statue couldn’t.”
“I’m sure you’d make a terrific birdbath, but I’d miss the body heat.”
“My body heat is always here for you.”
“Is that why you cleared out the cabin today?”
“Actually it was because Kazahaya thought my cooking would end up blowing up the cabin, but it’s a nice bonus you think?”
“Maybe you should cook more often,” Buffy said, kissing the corner of Kon’s mouth where a patch of mustard had escaped him.
“I can do domesticity for this,” Kon leered and kissed back.
“You can lose the apron though.”
“Consider it lost, along with other clothing.”
“...okay, I can appreciate your cooking a lot more now.”
Now art! Yay art...
Saw this before, but hey, family cuteness?
Stuff you haven't seen, the last one is unfinished because Kon's abs elude me but yeah...happy birthday?
Mornings after battles where a disaster was narrowly averted had a special place of mixed feelings for Buffy Summers. On one hand, the world was still intact, score one for her. On the other hand she normally had to do the same routine of work only with more bruises and less sleep. Being a Slayer was a thankless job, but after spending enough time at camp she had gotten used to two things: not fighting for her life on a daily basis, and waking up to Kon’s body heat.
When the latter went missing that generally made for a grumpy Slayer.
Buffy made an annoyed growling sound as she brushed her hair out of her face, wincing slightly from where her arm was still recovering from that wrenching last night. Stupid medusa demons turning all the males in camp to stone, then using them as blunt objects. She’d never complain about Xander being hard-headed and stubborn again.
“Good morning!” Kon’s voice drifted from the main room of the cabin. It was unnaturally chipper and Buffy mentally went through her catalogue of what could possibly be wrong, moving on to whether or not it was worth getting out of bed to check. He wasn’t in mortal danger from what she heard so far, right?
The digital clock read 11:48. Technically Kon was right about it being morning, but only because it wasn’t just afternoon yet.
Straightening the old Superman shirt out, Buffy sat up to try and get a clear look at what kept her boyfriend from being properly unconscious beside her. “What are you doing?”
“Breakfast!” he called out in that same sing-song.
That was the wrong thing to wake up to. Seriously, bizarro world wrong. Normally Buffy would be cautious and circumspect, analyzing the situation to prevent mental scarring.
“Kon, what the hell.”
Diplomacy was overrated before noon, Buffy decided.
The heir to the Superman legacy darted out into the doorway. Instead of his normal outfit, a brightly colored apron swung about his neck that possibly could have been baby blue if it weren’t for the unnatural amounts of flour dumped on it. There might have been dolphins on it if she squinted.
“Did you steal that from Gwendal?”
“Sorata,” Kon answered, completely ignoring how his girlfriend was on the verge of sniggering. “And it’s on loan. I’m making you breakfast in bed.”
“...am I missing an anniversary here? Because I know I could sleep for a week, but this is a little much.”
“Can’t a boyfriend randomly shower his girlfriend with affection without a reason?”
“Normally you’re beyond reasoning before I make your coffee.”
“Rikuou filled in for you this morning. Uh, after I took out the upper cupboards and part of a doorframe.”
“Stealing my job, again?” Buffy point out, in a tone that indicated he was more than welcome to it in this one case.
“Saving the cabin from further property damage,” Kon clarified before turning on his heat vision to try and fry the eggs. “But we all owe you one for yesterday, so the guys are going to clear out for the rest of the afternoon in a show of appreciation.”
Buffy quirked an eyebrow suggestively. “I’m liking the low key appreciation here.”
“We thought a parade would be too much work,” Rikuou stated as he walked by Kon, “and Kal would eat the macramé.”
Kal halted his attempts at gnawing on Kon’s ankle to say, “>:D”
“So how do you like your eggs?” Kon asked.
“Sunny side up, I guess. Ever since moving to Sunnydale I’ve got to uphold that sun-related name solidarity.”
“I can do scrambled and the kind with eggshells in them.”
“...you know, screw the solidarity. Scrambled is fine.”
Kon flashed her a grin while picking the few eggshells out, “You’ve got it.”
“Going all out, hm?” Rikuou asked in a whisper.
“Thanks for taking Kal for the day,” Kon stopped his heat vision to grin at Rikuou with flour and smoke caking his face. Despite the careful no-business attitude of the man, he smirked a little at how silly Kon was making himself look for his girlfriend. This time intentionally even.
“Just remember if Ying starts to lecture me you take all the blame,” Rikuou muttered with a wave before unceremoniously scooping Kal up in one arm to depart. “By the way Kon, you’ve got a waffle on the ceiling.”
Kon blinked and looked up, “But I was making flapjacks.”
Because camp timing was wonderful like that, the waffle fell right as Kon’s eyes focused on it, covering him in half-burnt batter.
Kal went, “>:DDDDDD”
“Taking that as my cue to leave,” Rikuou laughed, carrying the tentacle monster in tow he shut the door.
“Need a towel, Kon?” Buffy asked while at the same time settling back on her pillow.
“It’s nothing a concentrated TK field wouldn’t cu-bad eggs!”
That was enough to make Buffy move, running to the doorway half-expecting aliens and bodysnatchers to be clinging onto her boyfriend. To her relief (relief at least compared to demon eggs) Kon had simply forgotten how his heat vision continued to heat things long after he had finished using it, and ended up warping the frying pan when he was distracted by falling waffle/pancake batter.
He dumped the pan into the closest garbage bin and scowled, “This is where the freeze breath really could come in handy.”
Buffy leaned her head against the doorframe, “How about we just do lunch instead?”
“Order pizza from Dante?” Kon said, hope creeping into his voice even as he kept the rest of the waffle from dribbling down his chin.
“Well, I heard you make a great sandwich...”
----
“Kon, did you just make a ketchup heart?”
The superhero stopped in mid-squirt. “...and if I did?”
“Nothing, it’s cute. If not wasted because it’s going between two slices of cheese. Cheese never struck me as being very romantic.”
“Hey, it’s the thought that counts,” Kon declared before idly drawing a happy face with mustard.
“Kon...”
“Hey, Bart likes his sandwiches that way, he can tell if it’s just randomly squirted on...”
“Kon,” Buffy said again pointing to her sandwich with the ketchup and mustard looking like a lopsided Superman “S” before she placed the top bread over it with a measure of satisfaction. “It’s okay.”
He grinned, “Sorry you didn’t get the breakfast in bed I planned for you. Saving everyone in camp deserves more than just ketchup hearts.”
“Eh, I saved the world a bunch of times and got a toy umbrella. It’s really more of that people here notice actually notice things. Besides,” she said pulling him into a hug, “I have you.”
“Living, breathing me who, despite making horrible pancakes can do other fun things a statue couldn’t.”
“I’m sure you’d make a terrific birdbath, but I’d miss the body heat.”
“My body heat is always here for you.”
“Is that why you cleared out the cabin today?”
“Actually it was because Kazahaya thought my cooking would end up blowing up the cabin, but it’s a nice bonus you think?”
“Maybe you should cook more often,” Buffy said, kissing the corner of Kon’s mouth where a patch of mustard had escaped him.
“I can do domesticity for this,” Kon leered and kissed back.
“You can lose the apron though.”
“Consider it lost, along with other clothing.”
“...okay, I can appreciate your cooking a lot more now.”
Now art! Yay art...
Saw this before, but hey, family cuteness?
Stuff you haven't seen, the last one is unfinished because Kon's abs elude me but yeah...happy birthday?