"Aie!" Pip winced as the comb attacked a particularly nasty tangle in his hair.
"Captain, stop squirming," Seras chided him as she pulled it through. "We'll never get these burrs out of your hair if you keep doing that."
"Les vampires foutus," he grumbled as she gently pulled the strands apart. "I will never chase fledglings into a thicket again." He leaned back into her touch. "C'est gentille de toi to do this, mignonette. I got most of them out, mais I couldn't get them all."
She smiled as she withdrew the burr from the knot and threw it in the trash bin to join its friends. "It's no trouble, Captain. I never had long hair myself, but tangled hair is tangled hair."
"Jamais? Why?"
Seras fidgeted slightly, readjusting herself from her position of sitting back on her feet. "It would have been pulled. I wasn't well liked at the orphanage I grew up at and it just would have been used against me in a fight. That's why I've always had it short."
"Quel dommage." Pip discreetly rested his head on her lap. "You'd look so pretty with it." He grinned up at her. "Mais bien sûr, tu auras l'air d'une beauté, no matter what you looked like."
She flushed pink, not entirely understanding what he had said, but having a good enough idea. "T-Thank you, Captain."
"De rien." His mood quickly went down as she moved on to the third to last big knot. "Aie! Merde! What did my hair ever do to you, mignonette?" Pip took advantage of her distraction and readjusted his head on her lap, pretending to stretch so he could brush his hand against her hip. Touching her ass would be pushing his luck; he knew better than to go that far.
"Sorry, Captain; I have to get them out." Her eyes narrowed as she looked down at him. "I thought a hardened mercenary captain with that much experience in the field would take this better."
Pip regarded her innocently. "C'est mes cheveux, mignonette. It's not just my head that's hurting; it's my pride. I've worked hard to keep it looking this well and doing that on jobs is no easy task."
"Really?" She assaulted the last tangle as viciously as she could. "Then this should hurt your pride more than it hurts you."
"Putain!" Pip sat up abruptly and turned around, glaring at her as he growled. "All right, that's enough. Give me the goddamn comb, mignonette."
Seras feigned innocence. "I'm sorry, Captain; there's only one left. I'm almost done." Her eyes glinted as the two stared each other down. "It's not as if I hurt whatever pride you have left."
Neither of them knew who went at the other first, but all of a sudden, there was a flurry of tangled limbs. By the time they had rolled to a stop, Pip was on top of Seras on the bed, easily pinning her down. She slowly looked up at him and an involuntary squeak escaped her mouth. He chuckled as he grinned wolfishly at her and adjusted his position.
"Seras," he purred, looming over her as he brushed his lips gently against the two puncture wounds that marked her as a vampire. "You don't have to play hard to get for me, ma mie. If you really wanted me in this position, all you had to do was ask."
Her entire face went pink and she pushed him off, tossing the comb after him. "Go brush out your own bloody hair, pervert!"