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[After Alexei died, she'd thought the idea of a support group was not only unnecessary, it was insulting. She'd known his assignment was dangerous. They'd both been prepared for the worst. The notice, when it came, had been all but expected. Why did she need a support group, filled with people grieving for strangers, each in their own kind of pain?

Ultimately, six months after, she'd caved to her counselor's gentle insistence, and she was glad she had. The moment she'd seen Beverly, blue eyes meeting green across the room, she'd known. There was a kind of knowledge in that look, a knowledge reflected in their introduction, something that told her here was a woman who understood her loss. Beverly had lost her own husband almost a year prior, and the conversation they had that day had stayed with her so insistently she'd come back the next week. And the one after. Soon, conversations had bridged the gap between meetings, written notes, and eventually...

Opening those same green eyes, Natasha slowly rolls over, careful not to wake her partner. Almost a year now, they've been living together, the three of them, and almost three now since she'd met Beverly and little Wesley. Hard to believe. She'd never seen herself with children, with a family, not like this. Her career was important, the work fulfilling and necessary. And yet, here she was. Reaching over, she brushes light fingers over Beverly's upper arm, and an unintended smile tugs at her lips.]

[Beverly stirs at Natasha's touch, drifting in that pleasant, comfortable place between wakefulness and sleep. It's rare she gets mornings like this, mornings where she's not awakened by the alarm and on her feet immediately: coffee, toast, uniform, see Wesley off to class, lab. No lingering in bed, simply enjoying the warmth of Natasha's body next to hers and the softness of the pillow beneath her head. She is hardly going to let such an opportunity pass her by. So, eyes still shut, and murmuring something unintelligible, she scoots closer to the other woman, burying herself into Natasha's side.]

[Days off together aren't incredibly common for them--between Beverly's medical career and her own in communications, working closely with the diplomacy corps, their time is often in high demand. But she's trying something new, making arrangements to allow for this at least once a month: at least one Saturday where they get to sleep in, as much as either of them ever do, where they get to have these little moments before Wesley wakes up and before the day begins. So far, she thinks, it's worth it.

Beverly doesn't wake, exactly, but she does murmur something and roll closer, eliciting a smile from Natasha--a small, private thing, even now, in bed. Shifting carefully to fit their bodies together, she wraps an arm around her partner's waist, brushing a soft kiss over the top of her head. She doesn't say good morning, not just yet. Now isn't for talking, now is for running her fingers over the lines of Beverly's spine, fitting a hand to the small of her back, breathing in the scent of her and memorizing the feeling of contentment it all brings.]

[Perfect, just perfect. A little sigh of satisfaction escapes Beverly's lips, her skin tingling pleasantly under Natasha's caresses. She leaves a trail of gentle, sleepy kisses from Natasha's collarbone to her jawline before nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

Stubbornly, her eyes stay closed, but this time, her words are clear:]

Mmm. Let's stay in bed forever.

[Natasha is more than happy to tilt her head just slightly to the side, both allowing and enjoying the feeling of lips pressed against her skin. Her arm urges Bev just that little bit closer, and when she laughs it's not a sound so much as it is a sensation, a slight buzz in her chest that's felt more than heard.]

I think Wes might have something to say about that. I'm surprised he's not up already.

Shhh.

[Her lips find their way to Natasha's ear as she presses herself against her.]

You'll jinx us.

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