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Yasha settled into the bed, feeling the day pressing down on her. It hadn’t necessarily been a difficult day but Yasha felt herself spread too thin. She had felt this way for weeks and it was finally taking a toll on her.
She shut her eyes and listens as Beau goes through her own nightly ritual of washing her face and brushing her teeth. There was a click, the sound of the light shutting off, and then a warm body pressing against her as Beau climbed into the bed. Yasha turned and scooched down a bit so she could rest her head on Beau’s chest, her strong arm around a small waist. She felt Beau’s arms come around her and squeeze her gently.
“You okay, babe,” Beau asks softly.
Yasha nods, because she mostly is okay. “I’m just tired.”
Beau began to card her fingers through Yasha’s long hair. “Wanna talk about it?”
Yasha considers for a moment. “I think I’m just getting burnt out again.”
Beau hums, continuing to brush Yasha’s hair with her fingers. Sometimes she finds a snag and gently untangles it. “Maybe it’s time for another vacation,” she says quietly. “Weather’s getting good for camping.”
Yasha smiles against Beau’s clavicle. “That sounds awesome, honestly.”
“Of course it’s awesome,” Beau snarks. “It’s my idea, isn’t it?”
Yasha bites Beau’s collarbone playfully and Beau yelps. “Brat,” she teases.
Beau laughs. “True,” she admits, kissing Yasha’s forehead as Yasha’s arms tighten around her. “But I’m your brat.”
They hunkered down under the blanket, Yasha’s face still pressed against Beau’s chest. After a long and quiet few moments, Yasha whispers, “I love you.”
Beau’s arms tighten around Yasha. “Love you, too, Yash.”