Sweet Dreams

[chill_whispers]

After the children are put to bed, in the (few!) quiet hours in the Trainer household, Sasha makes their boudoir even more of a den of comfort than usual: soft music competes with diffusing lavender oil for the air's most pleasant occupant; their bed is piled to overflowing with pillows and cushions, a few of which have yet to receive a baptism of

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[vicioussweetie]

Ali isn't hard to find at this time of night. She's sitting in the greenhouse, watching the city spill across the landscape across the Common toward the water. The shifting lights flash across her face, painting her in red and green and gold, though fortunately the sounds are muted to a dull background roar. A tiny gold creature somewhat like a very small deer is curled up in her hand, and soon transferred to a mossy bed in a flowerpot when Ali hears the door open.

"Good evening," she murmurs, watching Sasha's silhouette move in the glass. "Come to watch the lights?"

[chill_whispers]

"Good evening, love," the paler woman replies, moving up behind her wife. "There is certainly a lovely view, tonight." She spares a smile for the dozing jezel before offering Ali an embrace from behind.

[vicioussweetie]

Ali covers Sasha's hands with her own, giving them an affectionate squeeze.

"Mmm. How has your day been?"

[chill_whispers]

Sasha gives a happy sigh at the squeeze, nuzzling the back of Ali's head. "Long. There is a gallery showing next week that I believe may be worth our interest, however. How was yours?"

[vicioussweetie]

Ali smiles faintly at the nuzzling, tilting her head up and back to kiss Sasha's jaw. "Ah, you know. Long and busy. Who's showing next week? New shows are always interesting."

[chill_whispers]

Ah, sweet kisses! She lets slip another happy sigh. "Mmm. A sculptor from the Berkshires, an M. Ricker. He works mostly in glass, and likes to blend classicist and surrealist influences. What I have seen of his work shows promise. He is to unveil several new works at this showing. Would you like to come to bed, and tell me of your day?"

[vicioussweetie]

"Bed sounds good," she agrees, though getting up means pulling out of Sasha's hold. "Though there isn't much to tell about today. You know how paperwork is. Unless you'd like to know how long it took until everything stopped tasting of salt? That was around ten thirty."

[chill_whispers]

Sasha's lingering touch promises the return to her embrace will be swift. "A breakfast spoiled? My poor love. Perhaps I can make up for it, if the ghost of appetites past yet haunts." She glances to Ali as they go, watching her reaction as they reach the bedroom.

[vicioussweetie]

"Oh, I managed. The twins are demanding, after all. And I had a whole pizza for lunch, so..."

The additions to their room make Ali smile, and she takes her time in changing for bed so she can appreciate the music. Hopefully Sasha won't be too disappointed that Ali's dressing for comfort instead of other concerns.

[chill_whispers]

As the evening's goal is Ali's comfort, Sasha could hardly fault her such a choice. She hopes that her own nightgown, which is long and voluminous and has a texture Ali has mentioned particularly liking, will put her beloved's mind to ease on that score. "I can only imagine. I cannot think of an hour I did not eat something, with Amaris," she replies. Letting her feelings for the woman before her suffuse her eyes and expression, she adds, "I love you."

[vicioussweetie]

"You didn't eat much when you had morning sickness," Ali reminds her with a smirk that readily turns into a smile. "I love you too."

And then she climbs into bed, where she quickly turns her hair into an almost-neat braid before falling back into the pillows. Ah, to rest. She lays still and closed-eyed for a moment before throwing out an arm in invitation. There are snuggles to be had, if Sasha wants them.

[chill_whispers]

"How true," she concedes. Ali's quip finds a ready smile in Sasha, who is all too happy to join her in snuggles. And, if Ali will let her, Sasha will set her dainty hands to kneading at some of those places where she knows Ali tenses up. "Mnn, you're tense."

[vicioussweetie]

"To be expected, in a war," she murmurs, rolling onto her side so Sasha can get at her back. "And people, you know. Idiots. Mmpf, a little lower?"

[chill_whispers]

"Mmm," Sasha agrees, mingling sympathy and encouragement in her tone as she works her hands as Ali asked. She hopes to give Ali the room to open up and properly vent.

[vicioussweetie]

Ali pulls away for a moment and half sits up, searching through the pillows for one that will support her growing midsection. Once a suitable victim pillow is found, she curls up around it (which is signal for one of th kittens to come and get scritches). Sasha may now resume the spoiling.

"I think Hans is avoiding me."

[chill_whispers]

The pampering pauses while Ali gets situated, and there's something of a conference among the cats to determine who gets scritches. Tonight, it's one of the Pikas.

Ali's pronouncement renews Sasha's look of worry; fortunate, then, that Ali is facing away. Still, her tone betrays a note of concern as well. "Since his thoughtlessness on your journalblog?"