[OCs; Carrie & Catherine (Russell); femslash | PG | humour]
"Sasha's at it again."
"I went the last time."
"She's your baby."
"Mhm, only when she makes you get up in the middle of the night, apparently."
"You had her before I met you. Hence: yours."
"Nice try. Haven't had that one in a while."
"Yeah, I thought I'd try it again. No?"
"Don't think so."
"I'm going," Catherine grumbled, throwing back the covers and jamming her feet into her fuzzy slippers. "You better appreciate what I do for you, is all I'm sayin'."
"I'd appreciate it more if there were less lip about it."
Catherine stuck her tongue out as she tied her robe.
"I saw that."
"That wasn't lip. That was tongue. Completely different things."
"Your cleverness astounds me sometimes. You could write for the telly. Witty retorts for Charlie Sheen on that programme where he shags three birds at a go and then wakes up in a pool of his own sick."
"I'm not sure, but I think that might be an attack on my intellectual capacity."
"It was more an attack on your ability to be funny, really. Though I suppose that does require some intellectual capacity, so you may be right, there."
"A-ha, a-ha," Catherine laughed sarcastically. "Maybe you should go write for 'Two and a Half Men'."
There was a skittering sound from the hallway and an impatient husky bounded into the room, leaping up onto the bed.
"Hello, Sweetheart." Carrie scratched the dog behind the ears. "You go with Cathy, there's a good girl. Mummy's trying to sleep."
"Come 'ere, Sasha. Let's go outside, huh? Let's go outside." The large husky jumped down, trotting across to the woman calling her.
"Love you," Carrie called, curling back up in bed.
"You better," came the reply.
Carrie smiled to herself.