I wrote the first three little chapters of this two months ago but I told myself I was not allowed to publish it until all five chapters were written and "Reflections" was complete. So here we finally are! These are all basically just drabbles, except that they are longer than 100 words.
Story #10.
Some may find his military haircut to be dorky or unconventional, but she liked it. Sure, it had taken her some time working for him before she had gotten used to it—but she was sure she wouldn't have it any other way now.
He looked better with it clean cut, but she also liked seeing it long on occasion—it reminded her of their steamy Serbia adventure. When he had longer hair there was more to grip when he brought her to the edge—something to hold onto when she would bury her face in his neck and moan his name.
She didn't mind the rugged look of him when he let his beard grow out, but she preferred him clean shaven. His face was so handsome that she didn't think it should be hidden by facial hair.
One thing that was for sure; he was never allowed to grow out just his mustache again. She couldn't stand the look of it—it was a hideous distraction. She had felt so relieved when he had finally shaved the horrible thing off after he was finally done with his midlife-crisis margarita-safari.
She liked the cowlick that stuck up on the back of his head when he woke up, and she liked to play with it just to annoy him. His hair felt both soft and coarse at the same time, reminding her of his personality. Hair that had been dark gray when she met him was now silver, and she enjoyed the transition, because she thought he had gotten even better looking with age.
That white and silvery head of his was undeniably sexy to her—there was definitely a reason women labeled the look as being a "silver fox".
Her hair had been the very first thing that caught his attention the first time he laid eyes on her. Long, thick, red hair that curled and waved at the ends, cascading down her shoulders and back.
He remembered it had been pretty hard to pay much attention to what Director Morrow was saying the day Morrow had first introduced Jenny to him as his new probationary agent. She was gorgeous, and red hair had always been his weakness—and he was especially vulnerable since he was newly single and in need of comfort after his ex wife had cheated on him.
He knew he was screwed that day if she ever showed any interest in him, because there was no way in hell he would reject any advances from her just for the sake of "professionalism".
And indeed, the minute she kissed him on that fated second night in Marseilles, all professionalism was tossed out the window unceremoniously, and he finally got to tangle his fingers in her hair during that lust fueled night.
He liked moving her hair out of the way to gain access to her neck. He liked pressing his nose into her hair when he hugged her to breathe her in. He liked the way her hair looked spread out on the white pillows, and how mussed and wild it looked when she woke up—especially when it was his doing from the night before.
It had been a shame when she chopped all her hair off, knowing he wouldn't be able to feel her long curls, but he had discovered her short hair still had its advantages. It left her long neck exposed all of the time, always ready to be taken by his lips—and it didn't hide her breasts or smooth freckled shoulders.
There were also no longer long stray hairs attached to every part of his house or hiding in his food.
When her hair was long it was a soft and comforting orange-ish color that he loved. When it was short it was more of a fiery red color—more fierce looking—and he discovered it was just as much of a turn on.
Still, it had been a relief when she let it grow long again, and he found himself appreciating and touching it more than he had before.