little bit of bedtime fluff, inspired by a dancer i like but i left it male optional bias. reader isn't explicitly female but has long ish hair. enjoy!
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"No. Leave it down." His wrist grabs my own softly, halting the claw clip halfway to my hair in its motion. My hair tumbles free from its unsecured makeshift bun, framing my face and shoulders messily - it already feels annoying, the sweep of my bangs guaranteeing the lack of peace I'd have trying to fall asleep tonight with my hair in my face.
"But you know my hair gets tangled at night if I don't braid it... " I trail off and look up, seeking out my lover's face in the dimly lit room. The late hour does us no favors as we get ready for bed - I have to squint a little to distinguish my lover from the night swirling around him. I am met with warm brown eyes - so intense that his gaze sears into me. My eyebrows raise in question - I tie my hair up before bed every night, and he's never quite raised protest before.
"I don't think I've said this before but - waking up with you in my arms, and my face buried in your hair - I just don't know how to explain. The smell of your shampoo when your head is tucked into my neck, the faint brush of your hair against my jaw, the curve of your body pressed into mine - every single morning I realize all over again that there's nothing in the world I'd rather wake up to each day. Could you sleep with your hair down tonight, my love ?" He speaks with his mouth against my temple, and I feel the heat of his words, feel him speak his love into my hair.
His eyes have fallen to the inch of space between us on the bed, flitting from the edge of the pillowcase I rest on to the plush quilt covering our waists waiting for my reply.
His name falls from my lips in a sigh, and my hands drop the clip I was holding in favor of cradling his face instead, pulling him down so he is level with me. Our noses brush, and his hands still brace my wrists with the gentlest of holds. I feel each of his soft breaths against my own mouth and tilt my head ever so slightly, letting my fingers graze the barely there stubble of his jaw.
His gaze darts back up to meet mine - tentative, shy almost, but I watch as he finds the answer he's searching for in my eyes. I let him close the sliver of distance between us, brushing his mouth against mine as his hands slip into my curls- letting him hold me to him with his hands tangled in my hair.
