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Fallen

Part 1

It was a calm morning, Namaari waking to find that the place in her bed was occupied not by her dear wife, but by a huge furry beast, purring against her. She stroked it in greeting before straightening up, determined to find her wife. Hearing the sound of water, she moved to the adjoining bathroom, before entering it and seeing his wife entering the water.

Namaari: How early are you?

Raya: I have a mission waiting for me, do you want to join me?

Namaari: I have to wake you up on just about every one of your missions and do it early to get you out of bed. As long as the water is not boiling.

Raya: you're a real sissy, come on.

Namaari undressed to join her wife, pressing behind her and hugging her before planting a kiss on her neck

Namaari: You still haven't answered my question. She said before nipping affectionately at Raya's neck and moving up to the ear and humming in response, making the woman in her arms laugh.

Raya: It's been a long time since I left on a mission.

Namaari rolled her eyes: The last time was 6 months ago

Raya: I was going to an invitation to Talon to talk about economics….

Namaari: Your role as an emissary requires you to have a diplomatic mission

Raya: But I'm going to investigate Tail about a group of mercenaries. She replied enthusiastically.

Namaari: I regret not being with you

Raya: I'm with you

Namaari: Go with you

Raya: worried or disappointed?

Namaari: It's always more interesting than stuffing mountains of paperwork

Raya: It's in your interest that I don't find you at your desk and with dark circles when I return.

Namaari: You just have to go back quickly.

Raya: I want you in shape. She said in a voice full of innuendo knowing full well the effect it would have on the woman standing behind her.

Namaari: I can fix it right away

Raya: Won't you be more worried if you exhaust me before leaving for my trip?

Namaari: You can always stay

Raya: No, and then it's been a long time since I did a mission with my daughter, I want to see her progress.

Namaari: So let's not waste time, I don't want you to be late. She cooed, determined to give all the love she has for Raya.

It had become their habit, before one or the other went on a mission, the two granted each other a night of love before falling asleep or a morning of intimacy.

The years, the stains due to their functions, the numerous solicitations and their children no longer gave them as much time to find themselves in this way. Life had taught them to be strong but to have to worry, their children being the first causes of their first white hair. They then took advantage of every moment they had to feel alive, to show each other how much they loved and cared for each other, holding each other through the immense and devastating pleasure that passed through them, none refusing to let go of the other until the end.

Moments more intense than hurrying between several meetings, sometimes sneaking into the bedroom, sometimes into the office or elsewhere, at the risk of being interrupted, or surprised.

After showering and getting ready, Namaari inspected Raya's belongings.

Raya: I haven't forgotten anything. As she rolled her eyes knowing how far too cautious her wife was.

It was a bit infantilizing but she didn't complain about it, Namaari's adorable attention touched her every time, so she let it be, wondering what treats and survival gear they were secretly going to hide.

Raya didn't tell her about the fact that she's taken it now time and time again since the first time. Indeed, Raya had discovered in her satchel, putos, and edible jackfruit among others. And elsewhere a quit of survival, elaborate, accompanied by a small letter where tender words, were followed by benevolent recommendations, words slipped on the paper in a neat handwriting.

Raya always kept them close to hersefl, and once back would store them carefully in a small box, and liked to reread them from time to time. So she said nothing

Namaari: We should probably go, the kids have to wait for us.

The family breakfast was also a ritual when everyone was there. Their eldest listened attentively to the chef's instructions. But Raya could read the impatience that inhabited her to want to go on a mission to fight and come back victorious, for her pride and that of her mothers.

The second child, asked lots of questions to their sister, sometimes making faces when she told them that she would be proud to have a new scar, unimaginable for the youngest, who attached great importance to their appearance and to being presentable in all circumstances, causing dramas as soon as this was not the case.

Last time they single-handedly chased and beat a group of thieves for stealing their expensive jewelry and makeup. Had they inherited Raya's taste for bling or looking after her appearance like Namaari? None of them really knew, but they were surprised that they liked formal clothes.

Namaari immediately frowned: No extra, unnecessary scars.

Mother and daughter replied jaded and disinterested in the affirmative, caring little for Namaari's orders.

Once the meal was over, the chief of Fang followed by the princet accompanied the other two women to say goodbye. Namaari put her hand on her daughter's cheek before approaching her to place a kiss on her forehead.

Namaari: Take good care of yourself my evening star, don't be careless!

Nur: Promise Ma, you can count on me.

Nur walked over to her sibling before joking with her promising to do amazing things, only to tell her sincerely that she would come home safe and sound without any problem. The two wives meanwhile, shared an embrace, Namaari slipped her hand through Raya's hair, and inhaled her perfume as she had her head nestled in her neck. The smaller woman stroked the larger woman's muscular back.

Raya: It'll be fine, you won't see the time pass before we get back.

Namaari: I hate leaving you. She whispered, as if it were a secret confession that no one ignored.

Raya: Me too, but don't worry, everything will be fine.

Namaari: Not a scratch, understood?

Raya: No promises!

Namaari: Rayaaaa?!

Raya held up her hands in reissue: Alright, alright, I'll try.

If it was the last thing the two mothers wanted it was to get angry before leaving on a mission. Then Raya walked towards her child.

Raya: Well you better show me your progress when I get back.

Long did some fighting moves Raya had recently taught them before making her snicker.

Raya: Good, good, work on your balance, good and no nonsense okay, I don't want to find your mother bald because she would have torn her hair out, she doesn't have much left.

Namari: Hey!

Raya: So no nonsense in my absence, wait until I'm back, you'll see she'll end up as white as Yeï.

Namaari: Run, go outside!!! She ordered gently.

Nur: Pfff those two are two real threats.

Raya: Wouldn't you be a little jealous of our complicity, my morning glow?

Namaari: I can tell you can be a real threat.

The young woman left to prepare her serlot while snubbing the rest of her family, visibly upset, making everyone laugh.

Raya was preparing Tuk-Tuk: Don't worry, Nur, we'll have plenty of time to be an accomplice.

Which only sentence makes the said concerned even more annoyed.

Namaari: Come back quickly đẹp lạ.

Raya: I don't know, maybe I don't want to.

The mischievous answer, the smirk and the mischievous look did not deceive Namaari about the true intentions of her wife, who teased her one last time before leaving to join the soldier squad. Namaari and Long waving at them while watching them walk away.

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Namaari massaged her aching temples. Too many tears and too many pains of sadness came back to her when she thought about it. It was the last time she had seen her, those last moments shared, their last words. If only she had known before, everything would have been different.