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?"