Title: Hair
rated: G


There is something to be said about touching the other person's hair now. Before, it was quick brushes of the hand, or flicking off some lint that got stuck in the long tresses of hair. Gradually working up to being able to run brown fingers through the short silky black hair. Having light fingers twist locks of soft emerald hair between them. The familiar scent of one another's shampoo became synonymous with 'comfort' and 'home'.

Even the everyday small annoyances became familiar now. The random strands of hair that end up somewhere on his shirts, or dark hair that somehow clung to one of her white blouses. The brushes that inexplicably disappearing leaving one lone survivor to be used by both of them.

But such annoyances don't seem to phase them too much. Especially when it allows for such intimate contact that they both enjoyed brushing each other's hair. It may not seem like much but the soothing repetitive strokes and smoothing hair down was calming. No matter what was going on in their lives, those moments were tranquil and filled with loving touches. Sometimes they would talk about nothing in particular while performing this task and other times they said nothing at all while listening to the other breathe or hum softly.

Such moments like this were theirs to quietly express their love for each other in another way. So when he picks up the brush or she lightly runs her hand absently through his dark hair, they know it's just another way to say 'I love you.'.