Many thanks to TeenyTinyIrishPerson for fixing my mistakes.
Based on a prompt from otpprompts on Tumblr.
Enough for today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Whatever.
Sam slowly dragged herself from her own cave through the living room to Lara's. The path from door to door was pitch-black and far too long. Had it always been that long? Who the hell builds apartments this big in the middle of London? And what frigging time was it anyway? Sam glanced with half-closed eyes through the window somewhere to her left at the overcast night sky. Oh well. She shrugged mentally, unwilling to reproduce that movement physically. When she rubbed her eyes yawning, she suddenly felt herself move way faster than she should have been able to in her state- and also into the wrong direction. The next thing she knew, she lay sprawled out on the floor. Well, damn. That stupid carpet edge. One day she's going to chop it off. Though surely not now. For a while, Sam considered just closing her eyes and staying where she was; the carpet was kinda comfy after all, at least at that moment.
Hmm...
Her upper and lower eyelids were about to meet when she saw the glow coming from the crack beneath the door in front of her. With furrowed brow and bottom lip jutting out, she sighed. Sam willed herself to stand up again. With the help of the back of a chair she propped herself up on, she somehow managed to readopt an upright posture. Kind of upright. Hunched. She felt 20 years older. Was her back aching? A second passed and that question had already disintegrated in the vast emptiness in her mind. Forward. That was the only tangible thought that managed to manifest in that dead space. Her feet moved again. Step by step by step she slowly approached her destination. Yawning, she reached for the door handle, pressed it down and hauled herself in.
Sam leaned against the wall, blinking at the glaring floodlight of the lamp on the nightstand that was trying to burn the eyes out of her skull. Tears started welling up. A groan rumbled in her throat as she pressed her palms into her burning eye sockets and rubbed them slowly. Half a minute later, she dared to part her eyelids again.
Lara was lying in her bed, her head hidden behind some massive tome at least two forests must have been sacrificed for. A corner of Sam's mouth moved upwards when her brain registered that Lara wasn't occupying the entire bed; one side and half of her big, fluffy pillow were flirtingly glancing unused at Sam.
Lara stretched her legs out, which had just been in some awkward position as she turned over a page and raised an elbow, holding it there in place.
Sam's mouth curled into as much of a smile as she could unconsciously muster while her brows crept upwards, fighting against the counterweight of the bags under her eyes. She pushed herself off the wall and used the momentum to trudge over and flop onto the edge of the bed. Slipping under the duvet and Lara's raised elbow, Sam moved closer and snuggled up to Lara to rest her head onto Lara's chest. Putting an arm over Lara's middle and a leg between Lara's, they fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. A happy sigh emerged from deep within Sam's chest.
Lara turned another page and lowered her arm onto Sam's body, perfecting their harmonious shape. She murmured a: "Hm."
Sam looked up. She tried to focus her eyes for a moment on the letter salad in Lara's hands. Her brain managed to make out a few words: Oktodad? Ogdad? Ogdoad, tooth- Thoth, Nefretmu... Nefertru... Nfrtrmu... Nefreksoqniopuaysdfez... Sam's eyes closed, her head sank into Lara's chest, her breathing slowed down.
Lara turned the page and gently ran the hand through Sam's hair before supporting the book with it again. She had to yawn as it became harder to concentrate. 15 minutes and 5 flipping of pages later, she put a small piece of paper she'd picked up between the pages and closed the book. Unable to put it on the nightstand without moving too much, she carefully dropped it on the floor. Turning back to Sam, she opened her mouth, but barely stopped any word from taking audible form when her eyes fell onto Sam. For a minute, she watched her, smiling, before turning off the light with an odd contortion of her free arm.
A whisper floated through the darkness: "Good night, sweetie."