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Prompt- Luna/Farah: Luna comforting Farah after a rough day of training, bathing her in the tub, braiding her hair, and giving her all the relaxing comfort in the world

"Farah! What the hell happened!?"

The mind fairy looked up as her girlfriend hurried across their suite to meet her at the door.

"Training."

The light fairy flinched as she took in the sight of the blonde woman infront of her. Rage evident in her eyes as she hissed her next words.

"Training!? These are not injuries you get from training! Soldiers get these injuries in war!"

Sighing, the blonde rubbed her head.

"Lun please. I'm exhausted and all I want to do is go to bed."

"Oh no you don't. You are not just plonking yourself down on your bed and falling asleep. You are going to get cleaned up and have a proper wash, besides, the warm water will do you good."

"Luna..."

She tried but the light fairy had already taken her hand and was pulling her towards the bathroom.

"Take your clothes of."

"Take me on a date first why don't you sweetheart."

"Don't fucking push me Farah."

That was when the mind fairy shut up. Her girlfriend using what in her words was foul language, was not a good sign. She pulled her shirt off and let the light fairy unclasp her bra. She stepped out of her trousers as the brunette filled the bathtub.

Sinking into the water she hissed quietly as it stung her training injuries, closing her eyes slightly as the heat nipped at them.

"Farah..."

Luna's tone had gone quiet, her expression was soft once more as her gaze roamed over her. Reaching for the brunettes hand, the mind fairy smiled.

"I'm ok, it's just the heat."

A hand was place on her cheek.

"Can you sit up, I'll clean those cuts on your back."

The Solarian stood up from where she was kneeling to grab a washcloth before sitting back down at the side of the tub. Dipping the washcloth into the water, the fairy started to dab gently at the scratches and cuts on the mind fairy's back.

"This is wrong."

The mind fairy looked up to where tears were beginning to form in her girlfriends eyes.

"I'm ok sweetheart."

"But what if next time you're not?"

"It's only training princess."

"Training shouldn't leave you with battle wounds."

The Solarian royal turned away and wrung out the washcloth in the sink before draping it over the tap to dry.

"Move forwards slightly Farah would you?"

The blonde shifted and watched as the other woman took her clothes of. The brunette slid behind the mind fairy and wrapped her arms around the womans waist, leaning back carefully, allowing the blonde fairy to rest against her chest, steam rising from the water around them.

After they had gotten out of their bath, the light fairy led her girlfriend over to the sofa. The fire was lit and both women smiled gratefully as the warmth hit them. The Solarian produced a hairbrush and motioned to the other woman to move so that she could reach her hair.

The mind fairy sighed as the bristles ran through her hair. She smiled as she felt her girlfriends fingers run through it, separating the strands into different sections. As the Solarian continued braiding her hair, the blonde felt sleep begin to overtake her.

"Fa, stay awake a little longer. I'm almost done."

She hummed in response as she felt her hair being twisted and tied. Arms wrapped around her, guiding her towards a bed.

She had no idea if it was her bed or her girlfriends they would be sharing tonight, she would find out in the morning. The covers were lifted and she curled up under them, feeling the brunette press her body close and wrapping her arms around her waist. Intertwining their legs, the mind fairy held the hands that were clasped around her stomach.

"You can't keep going back Farah. I know you're strong, you're the strongest person I know, but even the strongest people have a breaking point."

"I know princess, but I have to keep going."

The mind fairy felt the sigh against her neck as the other fairy buried her head against her shoulder.

"I just need to get to graduation. After that I can be transferred away from Rosalind, I'll work my way up the ranks, and when I get high enough, I'll ask for your hand in marriage."

"That had better be a promise Dowling because I'll be waiting for you."

"Now that sounds like a threat."

"No, that's my promise. I don't put up with all your not from battle, battle scars for nothing. Now go to sleep. If you insist on continuing your training you'll need your sleep."

"Yes dear."