Lollipops and Lesbians

6:00 am sharp. No matter the place, where she was sleeping, how late she was up the night before, the clock on the end table next to the large bed always read 6:00 whenever she woke up. It had never bothered her, though. She was a morning person, through and through and it was something that would never change. Although this morning was just a tad different. She was awake at her usual time, but normally she would jump to get out of bed. But it was a morning of reflection. She laid staring at the ceiling, although it all just looked like a blurry mess to her. It had only been two weeks since she had moved in with Jeanne; her longtime friend had insisted and despite her original protests, Bayonetta was more than happy to get out of the apartment she was living in. It never suited her, her bed wasn't big enough for her to sprawl out in most nights and her closet was... much too small. She still had yet to unpack all of her boxes; some had yet to even make it up to the bedroom but it was a process and she was still settling in.

The house also stayed impeccable in appearance. The witch would spend almost the entire morning cleaning... within reason. Her friend slept on the couch while she had offered up her room to Bayonetta. Truth be told, she still hadn't figure out quite why Jeanne would do that. She was still remembering things though, bit by bit. They never came all at once, just small little memories that would surface whenever she was performing mundane tasks. It would always be followed by excitedly telling Jeanne, and it was always cause for celebration. Spending 500 years at the bottom of a lake would cause that sort of memory loss. Naturally.

The woman huffed, finally rolling out of the bed to stand and stretch, reaching down to pick up her glasses from the end table. Her vision became clear once they were on and she made her way to the bathroom that branched off of the large bedroom; an early morning shower never hurt anyone. Her showers were never short; she took her time and it was like she almost made her she used up all of the hot water before considering her shower done. Following by dressing impeccably even though she may not even leave the house that day, she left the room and descended the stairs, sure to be quiet as to not wake Jeanne when she walked past the living room. Although she discovered Jeanne slept very similarly to a brick; Bayonetta had dropped a pan in the kitchen a few days ago and Jeanne barely even flinched... but she was still courteous to her friend. But now her daily routine started for real; cleaning and cooking until Jeanne was finally awake to face the world... unless Bayonetta got to her first.

Pressing her face into the stiff pillow offered a groan as the rough fabric pressed uncomfortably against soft skin. Truly that was the last time she was going to use a decorative pillow as one to sleep on. Jeanne rose sluggishly off the couch, rolling her neck lazily as she reached to roughly rub her own shoulder in an attempt to work out the stiff muscle she had gotten while sleeping. The couch wasn't the ideal sleeping spot, but she had gotten used to it over the past few weeks, it was a small sacrifice to pay to make Cereza feel comfortable. Jeanne leaned back into the couch, sinking in slightly to the plushy fabric. She still couldn't believe she was back, healthy and stronger then ever and now living under her roof. Jeanne had't hesitated in asking her long lost Umbran sister to move in with her shortly after nearly losing her to a god and a Lumen sage full of delusions. Jeanne sighed heavily as she leaned her head back against the couch, remembering the feeling of urgency course through her as she fought to reach the unconscious Cereza. She still wasn't proud in being convinced into Father Balder's delusions of grandeur. But Cereza had forgiven her and that's all that really mattered to Jeanne  

There was a muffled noise from the other side of the house, the distinct sound of sizzling meat and the moving of plates. The smell of food had just started to waft about the house, putting a smirk on the witch's face. Cereza no doubt had just started cooking for the smell of food to have not have woken Jeanne. Nothing but fondness filled Jeanne when she thought about her old childhood friend, the memories they had shared, how close they had been. A closeness Cereza hadn't seemed to remember yet. Jeanne frowned slightly, remembering in perfectly clarity the clumsy fumbling in dark corners, the giggles the two of them shared only for one another. Hand's trying to find purchase in the abundant amount of clothing as the two of them found time for an intimate moment. Jeanne groaned, bringing her hands up to rub over her face roughly before looking back up around her living room. Cereza had't remembered that they had been a little more then just friends and Jeanne continuously had to catch herself from acting out on her wanting emotions. For now the witch simply enjoyed being able to be in her presence again, enjoying her excitement when she would remember something.

Jeanne stood slowly, letting her joints pull and click into place as she allowed herself a nice long stretch before walking across the living room and down the small hallway to the kitchen. The walls of the hallway already hung pictures of Cereza and her smiling, some just of Cereza standing infront of the house the day she moved in. Another set was from the time they had went shopping together for the first time, that one had been one of Jeanne's personal favorites. Reaching the kitchen, she felt her heart tighten in a pleasant way at the sight of Cereza working around the kitchen, food well on its way to a meal. Jeanne didn't say anything at first, leaning against the frame of the entry way enjoying seeing her beloved friend walk briskly about preparing breakfast "up and early again are we?" she asked, waiting for the other witch to turn around before walking further into the kitchen "did you sleep well Cereza? I certainly hope its not the bed forcing you to get up at these holy hours." She joked, flashing her friend a look before going to lean against the counter to watch her cook.

The kitchen was always her place to start cleaning; she avoided the living room until Jeanne had woken up. Within the first couple of days, Jeanne had told her multiple times that it wasn't necessary that she clean the house so much. Bayonetta was insistent and determined to keep the house clean despite Jeanne's protests; it was her way of thanking Jeanne for everything she did for her. With the counters practically sparkling and the floor equally as clean, she opened the cupboard to remove her favorite coffee mug, perhaps the tackiest thing she owned. The ceramic was shaped into the face of a gray cat and was even adorned with two pointy ears, the handle a tail that curled up towards the top of the mug. The coffee maker beeped to indicate the coffee was finished brewing, the woman lifting the decanter to pour the coffee into her mug. The coffee was how she always liked it; black and very, very strong. She lifted the mug to her lips, taking a sip; the liquid burned and it was oh so bitter but that hardly bothered her. Bayonetta preferred it that way.

It wasn't long until she started cooking breakfast; she was almost certain it... might wake Jeanne up. Bayonetta wouldn't outright admit it, but she did prefer it when her Umbran sister was awake. It gave her someone to talk to; she actually hated working in silence and she absolutely adored talking to Jeanne. She just wished she could remembered everything. It felt as if she was missing a key part to her friendship with Jeanne but she couldn't quite place it and it was just short of irritating that she couldn't figure it out. Sighing, she flipped the pancakes in the pan one final time before removing them, taking a plate from the small stack she had. The pancakes were stacked evenly on the plate and she put them aside, the woman turning back to the bacon and hasbrowns that still cooked in their respective pans.

She smiled slowly as the sound of Jeanne's voice reached her ears; she hadn't even noticed the other witch had woken up and made her way into the kitchen. Turning her head to look at Jeanne, her lips still held the same smile. "I'm up this early every day, but this is a little earlier than usual for you. I'm starting to think that couch isn't comfortable enough for you now; you know my offer still stands." Bayonetta winked, turning from the stove to face Jeanne and lean against the same counter momentarily, reaching for her own coffee that still sat on the counter near her. "There's still coffee left if you wanted some. But of course I slept well, Jeanne. Your bed has given me better sleep than my old bed in my apartment, and I certainly appreciate the surplus of pillows." She chuckled, taking a sip of her coffee before placing the mug back down to resume her cooking.

The smell of food was getting stronger now that she was in the kitchen, despite trying to convince Cereza she needn't have to cook or clean around the house, she insisted nontheless. Jeanne had since stopped trying to convince her persistent friend, besides, she could never complain about the delicious food Cereza could make. Jeanne hummed softly as she watched Cereza cook, a smile tugging at her lips when she spoke. "Oh you wouldn't want to sleep with me Cereza, I am a horribly clingy sleeper" Jeanne offered a wink back, before averting her gaze to no spot in particular around the room as her mind wandered back all those years ago. She remembered having to climb a fair ways to get to Cereza's room from the old umbran courtyard early in the morning. They didn't watch their treasured left eye very carefully when they were older so the trips had become easier. Jeanne couldn't help but smile remembering sneaking into Cereza's bed, the two of them giggling at all their sneaking around, staying there all day with her...

Jeanne blinked suddenly, brought back to the present at the muffled clang of the pot and what Cereza had said next, which she offered a short laugh to "Oh I've seen all your pillows, you have quite the nest in there now." Jeanne glanced over at the coffee before making her way over to the pot, pausing for a moment to stop at the cupboard to grab her own mug, which was considerably more plain then her friend's had been, a simple white ceramic mug that had 'Anti-Morning' in bold black lettering. The blonde poured herself a half cup, glancing at the still cooking Cereza with a soft smile before dumping in a fair amount of creamer, followed closely by sugar "did you want me to help you unpack more today, the closet is large, and I can take some of my clothes out to make room if you need it" Jeanne paused, taking a sip from her coffee before walking around and settling against the counter again, never taking her eyes off Cereza "if not I can always buy more drawer space.." she let the thought finish itself as she took another sip, enjoying the warmth from the mug against her hand before setting it down on the counter again. Jeanne leaned forward enough to touch Cereza's arm to get her attention, giving it a rub "I want you to feel comfortable here...this is your house too as much as mine" she finished by giving her shoulder a soft squeeze, ignoring the pleasant tingling in her hand from the momentary touch before quickly clenching her hand intoa fist and crossing her arms. "Did you need my help with anything? I promise I'll try not to burn something" with a short laugh she watched Cereza intently and with endearment.

The dark haired witch kept her smile, turning to glance at Jeanne. "Oh, come now. Do you really think some cuddling from you will really bother me?" In truth, she would rather enjoy Jeanne in the bed with her, especially the clinginess the blonde threatened with. However, it was something she wished Jeanne would do... plus then she wouldn't have to sleep on the couch...that wasn't really made for sleeping on to begin with. Bayonetta let out a small sigh, again reaching for another plate to scoop out the hashbrowns onto before setting it aside.

Reaching for her coffee mug again, she turned to look at Jeanne with a small smile. "I would love if you would help more with unpacking, but you really don't need to clear for closet space for me." She took a sip of her coffee again. "And you certainly don't need to buy me anything else. You've already done enough by letting me stay here." She noted, placing her coffee down on the counter. She appreciated everything Jeanne has already done for her and yet still the woman insists on doing more for the witch... but something told Bayonetta that wouldn't stop her long time friend from going out to the store and buying her whatever else she still needed. It never stopped her from buying an additional five or six pillows for the bed Jeanne was letting her use. The thought behind everything the white haired witch did for her touched Bayonetta every time. Her attention was taken away from the breakfast she was making and it was brought back to Jeanne again, the woman tilting her head slightly with a little smile. "Thank you, Jeanne. It already feels like home. But if you want to help me with something..." She pushed a couple of the plates over to her. "Breakfast is almost done, but if you could finish setting the table you would be doing me a huge favor." She cast Jeanne a small wink, her attention fully returning to the bacon that was almost finished.

Jeanne had situated herself comfortably against the counter as she watched Cereza cook, it had been a longtime since anything in the kitchen has been used...save for the microwave of course which had always been Jeanne's old stand by before Cereza moved in. She found herself chuckling at Cereza's comment about the bed situation. "oh truly Cereza, I cling and tug and cuddle all night...why you wouldn't have any room for yourself I'm afraid." she gave Cereza a quick smile before turning her attention to the hashbrowns being plated. She hadn't realized until then how hungry she was, and those minced potatoes were practically beckoning her. Jeanne's hungry thought was interrupted at what Cereza said next, a frown quickly replaced the smile on her lips "oh no Cereza I don't think I've done enough for you.." she started, pushing herself off the counter and grabbing the hot plate of hashbrowns before walking towards the table. "Letting you stay here is the very least I could do, after all those years apart....I would have begged if you declined at first" Jeanne quickly chuckled, playing the comment off as a joke, sitting the plate down at the center of the table.

Jeanne glanced behind her for a moment at Cereza's back before turning back to the table. She knew Cereza didn't remember everything yet about their past...specifically their past together and Jeanne found herself wondering if she ever would. Though she decided the day Cereza had moved in that she would let her remember things on her own, it didn't make up for the fact how still incredibly lonely it felt in the early mornings even with her under the same roof. Though Jeanne set aside her personal longings in favor for Cereza's comforts, it was enough to see her relaxed and being there as she remembered. Jeanne was lucky enough to catch the wink Cereza sent her way, flashing a quick smile her way before moving   to get the silverware out of a new drawer. the light blonde witch pushed her previous thoughts back to reflect for another time. Jeanne set a pair each on either side of the table for herself and Cereza on a napkin she carefully laid out. Next came the coffee cups that either had, each going in their respective spots. Jeanne took a step back from the table, mentally going over if they needed anything else before something else came to mind "oh Cereza" she started, turning to look at her umbran sister who was still diligently cooking "there's a sale going on at that store we like, on furniture" she paused to flash Cereza a genuine smile, "I want you to go with me today and we can pick something out together...you know" Jeanne walked back over to lean against the counter next to Cereza "I feel the living room could go for another comfy chair...one we picked out"