The first time she had knocked his cap off she had felt like she was crossing a line, it was more intimate than the kiss they were sharing or his arms encircling her waist. She knew what that beanie meant to him it was part of his identity, it was uniquely him, one of a kind. She had been avoiding touching this head knowing that that woollen beanie was his defence against the rest of the world as strange as it may seem. She understood the need to hide parts of yourself from the rest of the world. To protect yourself.
She had gotten carried away, wrapped up in the feel of his lips moving against her own, the way his arm was wrapped around her waist. Her hands had moved there wanting to feel more of him, out of her control. He looked at her eyes wide, she pressed her lips lightly against his cheek. Before moving her lips to his ear, whispering that it was okay. Her hands went to his hair running her fingers through his dark waves. He groaned at the sensation, his anxiety at being exposed being soothed through her gentle touch. Her fingers pressed lightly on his scalp and he didn't think that he had ever felt anything better.
Since that first exploration he began to crave her fingers in his hair, to have her uncover him and soothe his very soul with just her touch.
Just as he craved her touch, she craved to touch him. To elicit those groans and moans from his lips with just a touch. Every private moment they were together her hands would reach immediately under his beanie, discarding it without complaint.
He was sitting at the Blue and Gold desk, finishing their latest article when he felt her hands on his shoulders, rubbing gently, soothing little circles that made him melt. He closed his eyes no longer concentrating on the screen but the sensations of her small hands, massaging his tired muscles under is thick denim jacket.
He hummed in appreciation as she moved to his neck. He knew that her fingers would soon find their way under his hat. And he soon felt a lightness on his head as it was removed and dropped to his lap. He held onto it tightly as she ran her fingers through his hair, before she began to move them along his scalp alternating between feather light touches and a more assertive pressure.
"You spoil me." He let out, his words slightly choked as she found just the right spot.
"You let me." He could hear the smile in her voice and it was true, he had let her in. Exposed parts of himself that he hid away from the rest of the world, just as she had for him.
