The Magic of Your Touch

Chapter 2

Yasha doesn't move for a second and Beau has a moment of panic, like maybe she was reading her wrong. But then Yasha's lips move against hers and Beau sinks into the kiss, all thoughts of anything other than this fleeing from her mind. Her eyes flutter shut, and her hand hesitantly reaches up, gently tangling her fingers in Yasha's hair. Yasha hums against her lips and moves forward, now practically straddling her. Beau can't help the pleasantly surprised moan that escapes her lips, but Yasha smiles against her so she can reasonably assume that she doesn't mind.

It's Beau who pulls back first, wanting to catch her breath. She doesn't go far, not wanting this moment to end. Her eyes open to see that Yasha's already looking at her, her expression soft and a small but warm smile playing at her lips.

"Uh. Hey," Beau says awkwardly.

She hasn't kissed a girl, let alone one she likes as much as she likes Yasha, in quite some time. And Beau isn't exactly known for her ability to communicate with others. She honestly never expected to get this far with her. What does one say to a pretty girl they just kissed?

"Hey," Yasha says back. Luckily, Beau and Yasha understand each other fairly well, and she seems more amused than anything.

This time, it's Yasha who leans in and captures Beau's lips. Her eyes close automatically as her eyebrows raise, surprised but happy about the turn of events. Especially since it means she has less of a chance to stick her foot in her mouth, as Beau greatly prefers having Yasha's tongue in her mouth instead.

They sit there at the base of the tree, trading kisses for what feels like both eternity and just a couple minutes. In reality, its probably more like a couple hours or so. When they pull away for the last time, their lips are swollen and their eyes are dark, but they can each tell that neither of them are ready to go any further.

Exhaustion from the day catches up with them and Beau tries to hide her yawn, turning her head to the side, trying to make it seem like she's gauging the time from the position of the moon. In actuality, all Beau can glean from the moon is that it's full and bright, covered by clouds that aren't quite thick and dark enough to blot out its light, and it seems like time has passed since it's in a different part of the sky than it was before she started kissing Yasha.

"It's late." Yasha remarks, apparently not having missed Beau's attempt at subtly yawning. "Would you..." She trails off for a moment, hesitating like she's not sure how her next words will be received. Yasha meets Beau's gaze and continues. "If you don't mind, would you move our bedrolls together? I'll go wake Fjord up while you... whatever you decide is okay with me."

With that Yasha gets up, brushing the dirt and grass from her pants. She looks at Beau, who's still sitting there with wide eyes, before heading over to where the rest of their party is still sleeping.

Beau lets out a breath and takes a moment to process everything that's happened. Remembering Yasha's words, she gets up and heads towards where their bedrolls are set up. She grabs them both and drags them over towards the tree, away from the prying eyes of their friends. The tree is thick, with branches and leaves dense enough to block out rain if it would start to fall from the clouds hanging overhead. Beau grabs their stuff and moves it over too, leaning her bo against the tree and looking up at where Yasha has crouched down to gently rouse Fjord.

Beau fixes the bedrolls so that they're pressed up against each other, essentially making one larger one as Yasha murmurs to Fjord, probably informing him of the lack of activity during their watch. Or, well, there was activity between her and Yasha, meaning they didn't notice anything happening around them. Not for the first time, Beau finds herself thankful for Caleb and his magic string spell.

Beau sits down and hears footsteps and looks up to see Yasha approaching her, smiling and evidently pleased that Beau decided she was okay sleeping next to her. Beau can't imagine not wanting to. She glances at Fjord and can see his wide grin from here, big enough that she can see the tips of his still-growing tusks. Beau flips him off as Yasha sits next to her, grinning at the quiet laughter she can hear from him.

Fjord finds a spot for his watch, sitting against a different tree with his summoned falchion resting in his lap. The way he's facing means that he can't look at them without unsubtly turning his head towards them, which Beau can tell is an effort to give her and Yasha as much privacy as they can get without compromising Fjord's watch. Beau makes a mental note to try to do something nice for him sometime, granted he's not an ass about this.

Beau and Yasha lay down and after one quick goodnight kiss, Beau lets herself be the little spoon. She enjoys feeling Yasha's large arm draped over her waist more than she expected, which is saying something.

"Next time, you can be the little spoon." Beau says before yawning again, her eyes closing.

She can feel Yasha smile against the back of her neck before Yasha kisses her bare skin, sending a shiver down Beau's spine. She shifts back further into Yasha's warmth, enjoying the sensation of her pressed against her body. Beau lets unconsciousness take her, falling asleep feeling safer than she's felt in a long time.

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A crack of lightning wakes Beau up, her internal clock telling her that its enough later that she has had a good night's rest. Beau stretches out her limbs and her brows scrunch when she realizes that she can't feel Yasha's warmth anymore. Her eyes open and she sits up, looking around for her.

The rain starts falling faster now, the first couple drops making their way through the shelter of the tree above her and dripping onto Beau's face. She squints against the distortion the storm is causing and can only see her traveling companions rousing, the rain waking them up. The unmistakable outline of Yasha is missing, along with her bedroll and things.

Lightning lights up the sky again, thunder coming soon after it and Beau lets out a shaking breath, trying to keep her emotions in check. Anger, confusion, and hurt roil around inside of her, battling for dominance. Yasha is gone.

Don't hate me? This was planned since the beginning, and it'll work out, I promise! All my stories have and/or will have happy endings, and this is no exception! Next chapter, I'll have a little bit from Yasha's point of view explaining why she left and all that, and they get to do something that they're not good at (and neither am I)! Talk! I may have time to write the next chapter tomorrow, but that's very optimistic... It'll be up as soon as I finish, and should be within a week! Thank you all for reading and for your lovely comments! Stay awesome!