Even In The Grave, All Is Not Lost

Sleep Next To Me

A/N: my kink is Raven and Luna taking turns taking care of one another.

. . .

Eventually, Raven had gotten fed up with her little foray into the wonders of meditation and disengaged her hands from Luna's - a tad more reluctantly than she would have liked. Retreating to the other end of the bed, she picked up her tablet to run through the details of her 'controlled crash' plan once more. No matter how many times she went over it, though, the truth remained the same: there was no way to pull it off without that missing barrel.

She'd expected Luna to leave but instead she settled back against the wall, closed her eyes and continued to meditate on her own. Raven suspected it was probably more peaceful without her constant interruptions and snark.

It must have been. Because when she looked up about twenty minutes later, it was to find that Luna had completely slumped into the wall, her features slack.

"Luna?"

No response and the steady rise and fall of her chest was telling.

She was asleep.

Horribly awkward position to be asleep in. Raven grimaced. Her body would probably hurt like hell for it tomorrow. She was all too familiar with what that was like.

Her gaze returned to the screen before darting back to Luna a moment later.

Ah, hell.

Hesitantly, Raven shifted along the bed towards her, wincing as the motion pulled at her hip. Her eyes were drawn to the needle still sticking out of Luna's arm, noting that the bag was pretty much full by now.

By Raven's estimation, she'd donated more than enough for one day - considering she'd been doing this every day.

Removing it would probably wake her, though, not to mention that Raven didn't know how to remove it. Not correctly. She should probably get Abby for that.

All in good time.

First, she needed to make Luna at least a little more comfortable because that angle was ouch. Hesitantly, she reached out and touched her shoulders, preparing for her to spring back into consciousness - and possibly knock Raven out in the process (she'd done that to Wick once, a memory that proved slightly less horrifying after their disastrous breakup).

Nothing happened.

Okay, so far so good.

Slowly, she maneuvered Luna onto her side, careful of the tubing attached to her, mindful to ensure that the arm with the needle in it remained on top. This went at a relative snail pace but soon enough, she had Luna lying on the bed and looking, in her opinion, much more comfortable.

Score one-hundred-and-ten for the first Zero-G Mechanic with a heart defect!

How she hadn't woken up during the process was a mystery to Raven, though.

She had a feeling Luna was normally a light sleeper, that life had probably trained her to be. Which suggested that she was a lot more tired than she'd let on. Maybe Raven wasn't the only one who'd been dealing with insomnia as of late.

But that wasn't her problem.

Luna could handle her own shit, just like everyone else. She didn't need Raven to hold her hand.

Even if they were really nice hands.

This close, she was struck by that same earthy smell from earlier, only now she thought she could detect a tang of mint. Raven hadn't decided yet if she liked it or not, only that it was unfamiliar - and kind of irritating since she couldn't place it for the life of her.