A smuffy (mostly fluff) story inspired by Season 6 set pics of Killian's shorter hair
Those first few nights, home and in their bed - and, most importantly in her arms - he was restless. Tossing, turning, taking forever to fall into a fitful slumber. He'd wake up with the sheets twisted around his ankles, a wild look in his eyes and hair sticking up as if he'd been trying to pull it out in his sleep.
She would coax him into her arms, lay his head on her chest and run her hands over his hair to put it back in place. Hair that she'd seen snarled and matted with his own blood, spilled at the will of a vengeful god, and soaking the strands that now slipped through her fingers like silk.
He sat on a chair in the kitchen, a towel fastened around his neck. Freshly showered and beard tamed, he chuckled and pulled one of her hands to his mouth, pressing his lips to the back of it. The prickliness of his scruff scraped, but she didn't mind.
"I can hear your nerves, love. Stop thinking about it and just do it."
She bit her lip. "I told you I've never done this before." She picked up the comb again, running it through the too-long hair at the nape of his neck.
"Swan, I trust you. And, as you said, it would take more than an act of the gods to ruin this amount of handsome. Now cut."
And cut she did. Small snips at first until she became more sure of herself, but still oh, so careful as she folded over the elfin tips of his ears to trim around them. He'd wink at her or cock an eyebrow, willing her to smile, but otherwise sat still as she worked.
When she was finished, she walked around him slowly with critical consideration. Not too shabby for her first haircut, but he'd been right - she'd be hard pressed to ruin such a canvas. Stopping in front of him, she bent slightly so they were nose to nose and moved her hands to his temples, sliding her fingers through the strands there and gently tugging to check for evenness. Smoothing back what she had pulled, she started to move away but he caught her eye.
Then it was his turn to bury his fingers in her hair as she slid onto his lap, their kiss slow and deep. The towel was the first to go, a sprinkling of dark hair littering the floor even more. Then it was her sweatshirt and his bottoms, her panties and his boxer briefs. Rocking together in the moonlight, she draped her arms around his neck, running her blunt nails through his shortened hair as he moved inside her.
She came with her back arched so much her blonde tresses tickled his thighs, his name on her lips and tears she couldn't explain stinging her eyes. He followed, whispering an oath of his love in the moonlight. He looked the same now, felt the same but they were different.
Better. Stronger. Together. Forever.