Author's Note: Written for the prompt "Make a wish" for the livejournal community writerverse.
Gentle hands danced across Kaylee's scalp, each motion graceful and delicate. Inara used no comb. Instead, she ran bare fingers through her hair, coaxing the tangles into soft waves and folding them into a loose braid. The rhythmic pull and release soothed her.
When Inara tucked the last strand into place, the feel of fingertips at her nape made Kaylee shiver. Fingers skimmed along her collarbone to rest on each shoulder.
"There," Inara said. "All done."
In the mirror, the soft curve of her smile made Kaylee sigh with happiness. Make a wish, she'd said, and Kaylee wanted only this.
