This one is for Eva. Yeah, she'll probably hit me for this, (if she could reach me *Thank you/Damn you Atlantic*). I hope you like this and you'll get the joke if you remember what we talked about once. Oh, this is very much a parody.
Nate stared at Elena from the Sofa.
He'd known this woman for 3 years now, he'd finally put a ring on her finger and now, there she stood in her wedding dress, her back to him.
Now, any sane man would want to rip of that dress off, and do what a husband and wife do on there wedding night. But Elena had promised him something special.
Her hair had been kept up all the time Nate had ever known her, never down, or in different style. And before he'd never thought about that. It had been Elena's thing, but then she had whispered to him during the wedding dance, six fatal words:
"I'll let my hair down tonight."
And since then he'd never thought about anything else.
He remembered all those times his hand had gone up to her hair, only to be stopped by a magical field, almost as if something was stopping his hand from reaching it. But recently he'd noticed it was becoming more, more… it moved more, almost like it was trying to get out of it's bun (whatever Elena's style is called). Sully even had a theory.
Sully looked at Nate seriously.
"See, that's the sign seriously attracted to you."
"What? Her hair?"
"Yes! Don't knock it, it's very real and you'd better believe it!"
Nate shook his head. "Okay Sully, now you've finally lost it."
Nate got up and walked off as Sully screamed behind him.
"It's real! And some day you'll see!"
Nate hadn't really believed it until now.
Elena turned to face him. "Nate…," she said softly.
Nate stood as her hand moved up to her hair.
She started working with it, wavy strands starting to fall.
Nate's arousal built.
Elena let go of it as it all fell down to her shoulders and beyond.
And Nate saw Elena's hair down.
It was golden, almost like King Midas had touched it, transforming it, into this shimmering wave of perfection Nate was lucky enough to be able to feast his eyes upon. It was slightly wavy, having been up in that bun all day, but it just enhanced it's beauty. Her beauty.
Nate looked around to see windows smashed from the force of Elena's dropped hair. It would be like that, the hair building up all that time it had been captured, until it finally got, and the phrase never a better use, to 'Let it's hair down'.
Nate feasted upon the true beauty of unfastened hair.
Moral of the story: Just unfasten your hair.
Eva, you've palm facing yourself right now. It's probably deserved. When we talked about this, I don't think any of us had the courage, or rather the stupidity, to write this. None of us wanted to ruin our reputations, but hey, I did! I hope you laughed but you most likely shut the door of friendship in my face. And, yeah, I think it's kinda just.
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