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[notthatkindoforion]

Welcome to Tendi's inbox! If I don't answer immediately, it's probably because I've got my hands full with something toxic, corrosive, or chemically unstable! Or bleeding. Or all of the above! I'll get back to you as soon as I can, byyyye!

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[whatthefudge]

"Yeah - yeah, that's much better." She snuggles a little bit closer in, their legs pressing together. "This feels...really nice, actually."

Warm and safe, yes, but also just...nice? Being close to Tendi feels uncomplicatedly good, and safe, and easy. What if the flood ended and they just kept the beds like this?

[notthatkindoforion]

Tendi wraps her arms around her tighter, feeling the warmth spread through her from everywhere they touched. Faster than a simple hug does, too. She smiles into Lucy's hair, taking a deep breath. It's still not weird to like the way your friend smells, right? She always thought Rutherford smelled nice, too.

Maybe she's missed this more than she realized. Just having someone to hold at night, someone to be there. She'd given it up when she'd decided it was easier to avoid sex while she was focusing on her Starfleet career, but maybe she didn't have to completely give up this part? Besides it was... nicer with someone she cared about, then just another hookup.

Not that this was a sex thing. Nope. Just cuddling for warmth.

"Yeah. This is a lot better." Even if it's just for the week, because... well, people don't usually share a bed long-term unless they're dating or something, right? So Lucy's probably expecting things to go back to normal after.

[whatthefudge]

Lucy reaches up to turn out the light. It's not entirely pitch black, and she can still make out a few silhouettes in the dark.

"Wake me up if I fall asleep on your arm or something, okay?"

[notthatkindoforion]

Tendi laughs, snuggling down into her pillow. "Okay. Wake me up if you need more space." But really? She has no intention of waking Lucy up for anything, unless something starts actively hurting. She needs her sleep. "So... good night, I guess?" She gives her friend another little, affectionate squeeze.

Maybe she just... won't mention moving the beds back, after the flood's open.