Sara's apartment, early Monday morning

[duchessoferat]

The sleep and lack of worry had done it. Polgara woke in a cold sweat, a most unpleasant sticky state to be in, but it meant that her fever had broken during the night

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[csi_butterfly]

Sara stirred in Polgara's arms, her arms tightening around her lover. Slowly opening her eyes she snuggled in deeper for a moment trying to stay asleep. "How are you feeling?"

[duchessoferat]

"Tired and little achey, but much better," Polgara murmured, not opening her eyes but noting with glee the snuggling. Her hand ran from the nape of Sara's neck down her back and then back up again, tangling in her hair.

[csi_butterfly]

Sara closed her eyes against the touches and a soft sigh escaped her lips as Polgara's fingers tangled against her hair. "You had me scared." Sara whispered swallowing hard. "With your fever as high as it was..." Sara kept her arms tight around her. "I know-" Sara bit her lip and then continued. "I know that you didn't mean it, when you called me Frank. It just..." Sara buried her face against Polgara's neck. "It just hurt that you didn't know it was me there with you." Hot tears hit Sara's eyes as she kept her arms just as tight around her.

[duchessoferat]

Polgara took a sharp breath in, squeezing her fiercely. "I can't say how sorry I am for that," she muttered. "I can apologise for the rest of your life and not make up for it. I have no excuse, none at all."