Yasha stands by the door, her arms crossed and her eyes closed, but they open at Jester’s request. Beau is pretty sure that Yasha doesn’t care whether or not Beau stays in bed.
It’s just a cold after all.
Unfortunately her body seems to be against her because as soon as Beau gets up, everything starts moving and she looses her balance.
Yasha moves so quickly that Beau’s brain can’t even keep up in its current state and she holds Beau up and gently, oh so gently puts Beau down in bed again.
Well, apparently Yasha does care.
“I don’t wanna stay in bed, it’s fucking boring”, Beau whines. It’s kind of nice to get fussed over, something that never happened when she was sick as a child. But just lying in bed and doing nothing is going to drive her crazy soon.
“If you don’t stay in bed I’ll draw dicks on your face!”, Jester threatens.
Beau opens her mouth to answer when she notices that Yasha has taken off her shrug. And then takes off her pants and shoes and–
Jester claps and giggles as Yasha climbs into bed with Beau, manoeuvres Beau between her legs and puts her arms around Beau’s torso like a very warm, very naked prison.
Beau swallows.
“Better?”, Yasha asks quietly while Jester puts a blanket over both of them.
“Yeah”, Beau croaks and closes her eyes, her heart beating violently in her chest. “Better.”
“Yaasha” Jester whines, “make your girlfriend stay in bed she’s sick and won’t liiisten.”
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