Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Lost or any part of it. If I did, you'd better believe there would be no way Charlie would have been killed off.
A/n: Over my holidays, my cousin and I got a list of prompts and wrote several one-shots with them prompts. This is number three. The prompt is the italic word at the beginning there. This is set sometime during the second season, but isn't necessarily canon.
Haircut
She ran her fingers through his hair a few times with a soft smile playing at her lips.
"Your hair is getting scruffy again." She said.
"Is it?" Charlie turned his blue-eyed gaze towards her a little more.
Claire nodded. "I'm going to give you a haircut today, if that's alright."
"Doesn't sound like I have much of a choice in the matter." One corner of Charlie's lips turned up in a sweet half-smile.
Claire giggled a little. "No, you don't."
Charlie leaned forward and kissed her gently. After he pulled away, she pulled their covers up more to her chin and snuggled closer to him.
They listened to the ocean waves crashing rhythmically against the shore and didn't leave the comfort of their bed until the sun was high in the sky.
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A/n: Thanks for taking a sec to read it. Any and all reviews are appreciated. :)