It's rare that Farah wears her hair down. It's rarer that Alex gets to see it.
In the comfort of their own space, she's willing to brush out her braid and let her hair hang freely around her face.
The first time Alex sees it, he understands how severely he had misunderstood the word beauty.
Sex is a subject they approach slowly. He never asks it of her, he allows her to decide whether or not it's something she wants.
And want she does, allowing herself pleasure in a life built upon suffering is hard but she gets there. When others are so intent on her misery, there is no use denying herself that which she yearns for.
The first time Farah offers to blow him, Alex chokes on a mouthful of water and thoroughly embarrasses himself.
He then embarrasses himself further upon her teasingly question of, "Was that a no?"
She's kind enough to turn away when she laughs at him, but he still sees her shoulders shake.
Seeing Farah on her knees, looking up at him through long lashes as she asks him if he's alright is an image Alex will never get out of his mind.
He almost misses how she reaches for the hair tie on her wrist.
"Wait, don't- I can hold your hair back... if you want me to- or not, it's up to you."
Those big brown eyes strip him bare to his bones as they look him up and down.
When she tosses the hair tie away onto the bed and leads his hand into her hair, he finds he has no problem letting her bear witness to all of him.
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