Baker's Dozen Story #3
A Farewell to Curls (Future Fic)
She stared dumbfounded at the man standing before her. His beard was trimmed and his skin slightly tinged pink from his hot shower but it was his hair that caught her attention, or rather the lack of it.
It was just this morning she was running her fingers through his soft curls. Now, only a closely sheared haircut remained.
She reached out, her fingertips jerking at the strange touch of the soft brush of hair rather than the locks she'd become accustomed to gripping.
"They're gone," she said in disbelief, lowering her hand.
"Thought I'd change it up."
She gaped at him in silence as she continued processing. He gazed at her expectantly. His silver patches gave him a distinguished look, reminding her of the all the years they'd made it through.
After a moment, she exhaled in acceptance. Gently smiling, she tilted her head. "It's just that I've never seen your hair like that."
He smiled, "Yeah?" He slowly backing her up against the wall, taking her hands and laying them against his head. "Then let me give you a better view."
He kneeled before her as her giggles gradually turned into sighs of pleasure, her fingers blissfully running themselves through their rightful territory as her husband demonstrated the benefits of a closely sheared cut.