Pairing: Tom Holland x Black Reader
Summary: Because intimacy takes many different forms
Warnings: None really. A little suggestive but mostly pure fluff
Tom’s soft brown eyes contained a mixture of curiosity and intimidation as he looked over the vast array of products spread out across your vanity.
“Are you really using all of this stuff? Just to wash your hair today?”
“I told you it was a process. Listen you don’t have to hang out here while I do this. It’s gonna be pretty boring for you.”
“No. I said I wanted to know and I do." He rubbed his hands together in anticipation. "Where do we start?”
Pre-shampoo and Detangling
“You put oil on your hair before you wash it?”
“Moisturizing is the key. My hair is naturally dry and quick to break. Gotta keep it moist. Also, this will help me get out any tangles before I start washing." You reached for the wide tooth detangling comb but he put his hand on top of yours.
“You want to comb the tangles out of my hair?”
“Yeah. I mean unless you think I’ll mess it up."
He had always been hesitant to touch your hair; like he didn’t know if he was allowed. You knew he kept his hands to himself out of respect and you appreciated that, but you had grown comfortable enough with him to want him to feel comfortable with every part of you.
"I think you’ll do fine. It’s not hard." You sat down on the chair in front of your mirror and passed him the comb over your shoulder. "I always start by separating my hair into sections, usually six on each side. Then I comb through each section. Start from the bottom and go slow. Don’t pull if you come to a tangle or knot; just gently work through it.”
He leaned down to you, murmuring his words against the sensitive spot just below your ear. "You know I’m always gentle.“
And he was. Except for when he wasn’t but that was a very different topic altogether. "Stop flirting and get to work.”
“Yes ma'am." He quickly stepped out of your reach to dodge your attempt to swat his leg.
His touch was tentative to start. He moved the comb awkwardly, parting the hair on the left side of your head into six sections that you didn’t have the heart to tell him were totally uneven. You flicked your eyes up so you could watch his reflection in the mirror as he worked. The look of intense concentration on his face was beyond endearing.
By the time he reached the right side of your head, he had relaxed considerably. He deftly worked the comb and his fingers through the loosening strands of your curls as he sang quietly under his breath.
“Is that a One Direction song?”
His eyes met yours in the mirror. “Maybe.”
You joined him in what might have been the most off key and terrible duet of One Thing to ever exist in the history of mankind.
“Are you sure you don’t need any help in there?” You could barely hear Tom’s voice over the sound of your shower.
You peeked around the shower curtain to find him hoisting himself up on to your bathroom counter. “For the last time, Tom. No I don’t need you to get in the shower with me and wash my hair.”
“I feel like I’m not getting the full experience if I’m out here.”
“This part is nothing special. I’m sure you’ve seen someone wash their hair before.”
“Of course I have, but I’ve never specifically seen you wash your hair in the shower before.”
“Use your imagination, Thomas.”
“You know I’ve always been more of a hands-on learner.”
“I know what you’re trying to get your “hands on” and it’s not happening right now.”
You emerged from the bathroom having changed into a tank and a pair of shorts to find Tom lounging on your bed, flipping through a magazine. He looked up as you came into the room, then quickly looked away, trying and failing to hide the grin on his face.
“Are you laughing at my shower cap?” Not that you could really blame him. The thing was a floral printed eyesore that your own grandma wouldn’t have been caught dead in, but it got the job done.
“Goodness, no.” Tom said, barely able to keep a straight face. “It’s, um, dead sexy.”
You crossed your arms over your chest and cocked your head to the side. “Really?”
“Absolutely. I just can’t believe you’ve never worn it for me before. It’s a real turn on, that is.”
“You know, you act like a man who thinks he won’t get thrown out of this apartment for being a smart ass.”
Tom crawled to the edge of the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You know I’m just teasing. So what step is this?”
“I’m conditioning. I’ll leave this on for around forty minutes and then we rinse.”
“Rinse? Back to the shower then?” He moved his eyebrows up and down in a suggestive manner.
“The rinsing can be done in the sink, you horndog.”
“Can you blame me for being horny? You come out here tempting me in that skimpy little shower cap. I’m not made of stone you know.”
“Well,” you said while sliding your arms around his neck and pulling him closer, “we do have almost an hour to kill.” You loved the breathy little whimper that escaped his mouth as you placed a trail of soft kisses up the sharp angle of his jaw line. “Whatever will we do to pass the time?”
Tom pressed closer to you, his lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “I think you know exactly what I want to do.”
You pushed against his chest until he fell back on to the bed. He scooted up towards the head of the bed and you crawled up after him. You pulled him into a kiss before reaching down to grab your laptop off the floor. “So, Bojack Horseman, Brooklyn 99 or The Good Place?”
Tom settled back against the pillows and put his arm around your shoulder; nudging you closer until you were nestled against his side. “Surprise me.”
“So what’s in there?” Tom asked while gesturing to the spray bottle in your hand.
“This is my own special mixture. It’s just a little water, some leave in conditioner, olive oil and a little tea tree oil. I’m gonna spray this on my hair and work it through to the ends. Then I’ll do some twists, wrap it up and we’re done.”
“Alright. I’ll start dinner while you finish up in here, yeah?” He kissed you on the forehead as he prepared to leave the room, but you grabbed his wrist to pull him back.
You intertwined your fingers with his as you held his hand. “Thanks for being here with me today.”
“Thanks for letting me. “
“Hey. You want to stay over tonight?”
“I don’t know,” Tom said while stifling a fake yawn. “I’m kind of tired. You gonna make it worth my while?”
“If you liked the shower cap, my satin bonnet will really blow your mind.”
“Well, how could I say no?”
