Marissa was sitting up in bed reading through her presentation notes. As great as Saturday morning had been with Miranda, she had lost a lot of preparation time for the meeting on Monday and she just wasn't feeling ready.

Bianca groaned, rolled over and stared at her, she had been trying and failing to sleep; the light from Marissa's bedside lamp was keeping her awake.

"Do you know what time it is?" she moaned.

"I just need to check this last paragraph again." Marissa said not looking up from her papers.

She heard the rustle of Bianca sitting up beside her and then a hand pushed the pages she was reading down onto her lap.

"You know there is such a thing as over preparation." said Bianca gently.

"This is important." replied Marissa, looking across to her girlfriend.

"I know, but how many time have you gone through this. It was perfect both of the times you talked me through it. If I could have handed you the company right then and there I would have!"

"Yeah but you'd do anything for me anyway." said Marissa with a grin, recognising the kindness Bianca's tone even though she was probably fed up with Marissa stressing about this. She just couldn't help it, the future of two companies was resting on her shoulders and she wanted to get it right.

"True." said Bianca, bending down to plant a kiss on Marissa's shoulder, "But take it from a professional beggar, who has had to get money from the most tight-fisted of corporations, your presentation is ready."

"I don't know." said Marissa, "I'm not sure I've picked the right words to introduce the share offer."

Bianca sighed.

"That part is fine. There is only one problem that I can see."

"What?" Marissa asked, her mind suddenly reeling through the possible errors: that line about a Chandler being like a leaky boat; the graphics in the PowerPoint presentation; a mistake in the projected figures…

Bianca pulled the papers gently out of Marissa's hands completely.

"You will be fit for nothing tomorrow if you don't get some sleep." she whispered.

Marissa reached to take the papers back.

"Just that last paragraph…"

"No." said Bianca more firmly. "You are ready! Now sleep; it's after midnight!"

She turned and put the file far out of Marissa's reach on her side of the bed.

Marissa was wise enough to know not to argue. Instead she reluctantly turned out her light and settled onto her pillow as Bianca lay down beside her. That didn't stop her head going over and over the last paragraph that was still worrying her… That is until Bianca spooned in behind her and wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Sleep!" Bianca warned, her breath tickling her ear. "You will be awesome, so stop worrying!"

Marissa tried her best to obey.

Mind you it was a little easier to switch off her busy thoughts with the sensation of Bianca snuggled up behind her.

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