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Stand by me - Part 1

Sage got home completely destroyed. Fortunately, she has Sova to take care of her.

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Part 1

Recommended Music: Stand by me - Ben E. King

Destroyed. Done. Detonated.

Sage searched for more adjectives to define her condition, but she was too tired to think.

She performed several radiant experiments in the morning; had a mission in the afternoon; attended a reporting meeting and delivered diagnoses of the duelists' physical conditions in the evening. Her day was hectic and tiring. She wanted to complain about how much work was being thrown at her. However, she just wanted to rest.

She didn't know with what strength she managed to drag herself to her apartment. It was already dawn. She wouldn't see the sun rise that day. And, if she was as fatigued as she thought she was, she wasn't going to see the sun go down either.

Sage crept into the apartment, leaning against the door to close it. Her body protested with tension and she tended to slip a little on the door. She could lie on the floor, as if she'd come home drunk. She heard low sounds coming from the TV and wrinkled her nose for a moment. Was he there?

The Chinese woman forced herself to walk into the living room, ignoring her own rule of taking off her shoes when entering the house. She leaned against a wall, watching the man lying in one of her beanbags.

Sova had one of the headphones in his ear connected to his cell phone. His eyes wandered from the phone to the TV, turned on in a football game. He wore his dark blue sweatshirt set and his hair was down.

They didn't live together. No, what? Just because she loved spending her nights in that super comfy bed of his and he loved breaking into her apartment because her TV is bigger doesn't mean they were living together.

It just meant that neither of them could decide which was the best place to be theirs. So they both had each other's keys. And... They spent a lot of time at each other's houses. Usually together.

- Umm... - Sage grunted, going to him.

Sova didn't notice her arrival until she was in his field of vision. He smiled.

- Finally! - He spoke with animation. Sage stopped in front of him and threw herself into his arms, lying there. - Ouh… - Sova gasped, looking at Sage. She already had her eyes closed. Sova watched her for a few seconds and wrapped his arms around her, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. - Rough day?

Sage nodded, squeezing Sova against her. He smelled cool and was cold, wearing that cologne she liked. He should have taken a shower not long ago. He ran a hand through her hair, caressing it. Sage basically purred from the caress, already half asleep in that embrace.

-You're all sweaty…- He muttered, brushing a few strands of hair stuck to the back of her neck. - Can you shower?

Sage gave a grumpy grunt in response. She just wanted to lie on him and sleep. Why complicate?

- I'll take you... - He replied with a soft voice. He was getting proficient at interpreting Sage's grunts and mumbles. There was a moment of silence, until Sova realized that she had slept in his arms. - Ah…- He shook his head, giving a slight smile.

Sova laid Sage down on the beanbag and knelt beside her. She squinted her eyes unwillingly, pouting at Sova away from her. He unzipped her boots, taking them off along with her socks.

- I was worried. - He commented, removing her tactical equipment from her body. Sage shifted a little, helping him unhook the holsters from her waist. - They said you went to do your report... - Sova took off her coat, putting it over his shoulder. He sat back on his heels, watching her. - You shouldn't be doing it so late. It will ruin your bedtime routine. You know this.

Sage grunted, shrinking. She was cold from the lack of clothes.

Sova smirked, tilting his head.

- I'll come get you. - He pinched her pinky toe, getting up and guarding her stuff.

Sova went to the bathroom and turned on the water in the bathtub, turning it to a pleasantly warm temperature. He hoped Sage would settle for that instead of her usual scalding baths. He added bath salts and lit the scented candles Sage liked. When it was all over, Sova returned to the living room. Sage was in the same place, eyes half open.

The blonde approached his girlfriend, bending down to look at her. He brought his hand to Sage's hair, stroking it, as if it were as natural as breathing.

- I can't sleep... - Sova, somehow, managed to understand her grumpy mumble.

-Umph…- He raised an eyebrow, as if to say "I told you so." - Come here. - He lifted her up and carried her to the bathroom.

Sage snuggled into Sova's arms. His hug was better than any warm bed.

He sat her on the edge of the tub and sat back on his heels, facing her.

- Do you want me to stay with you? - Sova asked cautiously, stroking her arm.

Sage nodded, lifting her shirt. Sova tucked a strand of hair behind his ear, looking toward the door. What he really wanted was to see the game. It was difficult for him to see any of his team's games in live, due to the time difference. He stayed up late to witness that match, which was the championship grand final, even if it meant he would be dying in the morning. But the match was so interesting... He had to restrain himself several times to keep from yelling at the TV and waking up the entire base.

Sage grabbed Sova's shoulder, using him as support to pull off her pants. He turned to her, holding his breath to find her body exposed to him. She wore comfortable green dots lingerie that made her look beautiful and sexy. But Sova's attention turned to the door again, listening to the sound of the TV. Someone had made a goal.

Sova was the guy who had a stunning woman undressing in front of him and he was preoccupied with soccer.

Complicated.

- I'll be right back. - He gave her a quick kiss on the forehead, leaving the bathroom.

Sage followed Sova with her gaze. She rubbed one eye, sighing. She took off her lingerie and tied her hair in a bun, then got into the bath. She flinched the moment she touched the water. He always made the water colder than she liked. Sage lay back in the tub, thinking about her day. Radianite was becoming dangerous to the radiants themselves and that was worrying her. Sage wondered how much time he had left to try to figure out how to solve this situation.

Her head throbbed and Sage groaned in frustration. It was just what was needed, a headache.

- I’m back. - Sova entered the bathroom again, approaching her. - You're still wearing your makeup. - Sova spoke with amusement. - I'll take it off, okay?

Sage nodded vaguely, running her fingers along the surface of the water. Sova opened one of Sage's makeup stuff drawers, looking for the only thing he knew the functionality.

- There's so much things here... I don't think any artist has this many brushes... - He took the makeup remover package, along with the cotton jar.

- Can you... - She watched Sova approach her. - Can you speak more quietly? - She muttered, watching him kneel beside her.

Sova frowned a little, putting the product on the cotton.

- Yes, of course... Do you have a headache?

- Yes… -She shifted in the tub, resting her chin on the edge of it.

Sage closed her eyes feeling Sova tuck strands of her hair behind her ears. He started to clean her face, taking the makeup off her eyes.

- Have you eaten today?

Sage grunted in response. She couldn't remember having a full meal that day. Only had a few quick snacks. She didn't need to open her eyes to know how Sova's disapproving expression was.

- No wonder you're so weak. - The blonde clicked his tongue, taking another cotton to dab on her face. - You know you can't stand too long without eating.

- I'm not weak. - Sage spoke quickly and felt her head throbbing from the intonation she used. She opened her eyes, watching Sova brush the cotton over her cheeks. - I'm just tired.

Their gazes met. As close as they were, Sage could see the iris details of his brown eye; such as the luminosity of his cybernetic blue eye, changing focus from time to time. They were like two separate jewels, shining just for her. His brows were furrowed in concern and his lips were compressed in concentration to remove her makeup.

Sage didn't know she could fall in love with a single expression of his as much as she did with that one. It was just wonderful.

- I'll get you something to eat. - He ran the cotton over her forehead, brushing strands of hair stuck in her face.

- Fine…- She muttered, dropping her arm out of the tub, watching her boyfriend's face with fascination. - What were you watching on TV?

Sova bit his lower lip, shaking his head slightly. He was following the results of the game through the vision of his robotic eye. The score hadn't changed, but from the crowd's comments, the match was frenetic.

- Umm... Football. - He struggled to employ disinterest in his voice. It wasn't very convincing.

Sage tilted her head, letting him brush the remaining makeup off her neck. She blinked slowly, trying to remember her boyfriend's interest in football. Usually, she pretended she was listening as he ranted about the championships, her head flying away. But some information had to be withheld. It must be something important. Why would he stay up so late?

Oh yes.

- Wasn't it... The final of something?

Sova sighed. "The final of something," she said.

- Yes... Championship final. - He gave a slight smile, standing up. - What's the thing to clean your face?

Sage narrowed her eyes, trying to remember which thing he was referring to.

- The... Tonic? - She watched him rummage through her product drawer. It would be fun to watch him try to guess which one was correct, with most of the labels being written in Chinese. - Babe. - She called affectionately. Sova looked at her over his shoulder, not holding back a small smile. He loved her cute nicknames. - You can go watch your game. - She gave a comprehensive smile. - I’ll survive.

Sova raised her eyebrows. It was a tempting proposition. He saw the game's score through his cybernetic eye but his eyes focused on Sage. She was visibly devastated.

- You are very tired. - He gave up looking for the product that Sage used to clean her face and grabbed a towel, coming back to her. - I'll take care of you, okay?

- You don't have to...

- I want to. - He interrupted her, dipping the cloth in the bath water and running it over her face.

She let out a breath slowly and gently held Sova's hand close to her face. His gaze snapped to her and Sage felt her heart swell from the intensity in those glowing eyes, as if it were going to burst.

- Sasha...

He smirked at the sound of his name leaving her lips, tilting his head to the side.

- You always take care of everyone... - Sova approached her, kissing her forehead affectionately. - Let me take care of you.

Sage shivered at those words. She wondered how weird it would be if she knelt there in the bathroom and asked him to marry her.

-Thank you…- She murmured, kissing his wrist gently.

- No need to thank. - He caressed her cheek with his thumb, going back to wiping her face.

Sage felt her muscles relax. Even being in the bathtub her body was tense. And she only realized that when Sova offered to take some of that weight off her shoulders. Not even a million "thanks" would be enough for her to express how grateful she was for his care.

Sage sighed in relief, recognizing how reassuring it was to have Sova in her life. How the hell was she so lucky to have that man to take care of her with so much love?

The Russian grunted, getting to his feet. Sage frowned. Did he have back pain again?

- Alright. Time to dry. - He opened the towel, looking at her.

Sage lifted her head and got up slowly, avoiding the possible dizziness from the sudden movement. Her head was about to kill her. Sova struggled to turn his head to the opposite side as he wrapped her in the towel. It wasn't the time to think about the dirty things he wanted to do with her. Mostly wet like that… So sensual…

The sounds of the TV distracted him again. He shifted his gaze to the door, trying to identify what the narrators were saying, following the broadcast commentary. Dammit, someone had to stop swearing and explain what the hell was going on.

Sage looked at him, holding the towel around her.

- Are you sure...

- Don't try me. - Sova looked at her, raising an eyebrow. Sage pressed her lips, holding back a goofy smile. She shrugged, getting out of the tub. - I'll get your clothes. Which do you want?

Sage sniffed and pointed at his sweatshirt, eyeing him seriously.

- Ah... - Sova rolled his eyes with a smile, taking off his sweatshirt. Sage smirked, looking down at his bare chest. That was a great view. - Don’t take long. - He put the sweatshirt on a hook in the bathroom, leaving the place.

Sage looked at the door and smirked once more, her eyes tending to close. She sat on the edge of the tub to dry off, her legs weak. Her thoughts clouded over as she stared at a fixed point on the floor. She stayed still, as if her body were floating in space and her consciousness was light years away.

She spent a long time thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. Her mind worked fast and slow, not allowing her to forget about that irritating headache. She was tired, but her brain still refused to rest. Something was missing...

Sage heard a noise outside the room and blinked, breaking free from her daydreams. She finished drying off quickly, tucking into the sweatshirt as she exited the bathroom. She looked at Sova, who was at the bedroom door as if he had run out to go there. She smirked, going to sit on the bed.

- How’s the game? - She commented, leaning her back on the pillows.

- Cool... - He spoke low, looking at Sage then. - Is the sound bothering you? Wait a moment.

- No…- Before Sage could finish the phrase, Sova was out of her sight. She sighed, massaging her icy feet.

- Want me to make some tea?

Sage wrinkled her nose. Sova teas tended to be quite unbalanced. But he was trying so hard...

-Yes…- She replied, not quite sure if he had heard her.

She leaned her head on the headboard, closing her eyes. Even though she couldn't sleep or rest completely and her head was throbbing with pain, she enjoyed the peaceful little moment.

-URA! - Sage jumped on the bed, eyes widening at Sova's sudden scream. - IN THE 45 OF THE SECOND TIME! I NEVER DOUBT!

Sage let out a breath with a sigh, giving a slight smile. It looked like the game was over.

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Bonus¹: The ideograms in the cover mean "Stay by my side" in Chinese while the words in cyrillic mean "Support me" in Russian (Thanks Russian Balalaika, you know that I love u <3)

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