Rating: K
"Stop it," he whined, gently pushing her hand away from his hair. She'd been playing with it since earlier, mussing it up at his great displeasure. He would swat her hand away and fix it; but she would just muss it up again.
"Nooo..." she whined back, bringing her hand back to his head to play with his hair. It was so soft and bouncy; and like hers, it was thick even though it felt so different.
"Quit it," he whined with more conviction, actually managing to slap one of her fingers. "You keep ruining my hair!"
"I like it when it's all messy~!" She nursed her fingers as she replied. They both knew she didn't hurt; and was only acting like this to get her way with him.
It was kind of working.
"I don't!" He told her decisively. He didn't care. Not really; as long as he could fix it when he needed to. He enjoyed having her rake her fingers theough his hair slowly, longingly after being apart for way too long, in her words.
She would straddle him as he lied down; bent over so their chests were touching and both her hands would rake through his hair and she would breathe him in. Slowly, appreciating theor closeness or reminding herself he was real, he was there with her.
"So? You can just fix it later; lemme have some fun~" she pouted, blinking slowly as her eyes started to get teary. She brought one fisted hand to her eyes and rubbed gingerly, sniffing. "... Please..?" she asked in a tiny voice.
He sighs frustratedly, knowing she's got him wrapped around her finger. She can make him do anything.
"No..." Well, almost.
"Ugh, fine." So much for 'almost'.