Here's the thing about having a weird hair color; people act like they can just touch it without permission.

And Peter hated having his hair touched.

He never said why, but he always got pissed off or walked away when someone started to play with his hair, even his mother or his sisters.

Those three, thankfully, caught on quickly and didn't touch his hair.

Although, his mother would point out, people would probably touch it less if you would just cut it, Pietro.

Peter would always give some vague answer and run off, never letting anyone get close to his head with scissors.

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Naomi loved Peter's hair.

She couldn't never quite explain why, she just loved it.

Maybe it was because of her conservative upbringing and the fact she rarely saw anyone with hair dyed interesting colors.

Maybe it was because it reminded her that he was like her; a mutant. And that they were in this together.

Or maybe she just had a thing for boys with long hair.

No matter what reason, she loved it.

And Peter let her touch it.

In fact, he seemed to encourage it; the first time they met he offered, he was known for laying his head in her lap so she would run her fingers through it, hell, he let her wash his hair whenever they took showers together.

Naomi didn't even realize he hated other people touching it until a few months after meeting him.

And then it was only because Lorna told her.

"Wanda used to let me, but I don't remember," Lorna had said as she tried to braid Naomi's hair.

"What? You never practiced on Peter?" Naomi teased.

"Pietro doesn't like it when people touch his hair." Naomi frowned.

"Really?"

"Yeah, he always runs away."

As Naomi showed Lorna how to braid hair into a fishtail braid, she tried to figure out why Peter wouldn't like it.

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It wasn't until a few nights later did she figure it out.

And she started to plan.

"Naomi, that smile is creepy as hell," Isaac had commented.

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"Lorna said something weird the other day," Naomi said, the next day as Peter played a game of Pong against himself and she did homework.

"Yeah?" Peter asked, slightly distracted.

"She said that you don't like having your hair touched."

Naomi raised an eyebrow as Peter seemed to stiffen, but continued on.

"Which is weird because you've always let me touch your hair… Hell, you seem to like it when I do it."

"You're my girlfriend, not some random person that wants to feel me weird colored hair; there's a difference," Peter replied, in a way that he hoped was believable.

"Yeah…" Naomi muttered, Peter taking a deep breath "Wait, you know what? No."

Before Peter could ask what she meant by that, he suddenly felt her fingers twist into his hair and pull.

Peter's hands flew back to grab at her hand; trying to get her to release him, but before he could protest, Naomi spoke again.

"Because, believe it or not, I really get you, Peter, and I get how your brain works," Naomi said before tugging harder on his hair, making his eyes water "Basically, I don't think you hate having your hair played with, I think you love it. Just not in a socially acceptable way."

Peter's cheeks were on fire as he mumbled half-assed denials, Naomi rolling her eyes and pulling his hair so hard that she forced his head back.

"And I think this ties in with the other thing I realized about you recently; you're powers and rebellion came with one hell of an authority kink, didn't they?"

Peter didn't even bother to refute it as he was too busy staring at her with wide eyes.

"Is that a yes?" Naomi asked, Peter still not responding "I said is that a yes?" She repeated, giving Peter's hair a sharp tug.

"Yes! Yes!"

Naomi smiled and leaned down to kiss Peter softly, but never letting go of his hair.

When they pulled away, Peter gave her a dazed smile, which she returned before letting go of his hair, making him pout, but not noticing until she was done.

She'd duct taped his hands behind his back.

"W-What're you doing?" Peter demanded as Naomi plopped down on his lap.

"Isn't it obvious?" Naomi replied, pushing his jacket of his shoulders and running her hands across his chest.

"Naomi, my mom's upstairs," Peter hissed, Naomi frowning.

"Right, she'll probably hear you."

"Yeah, and if she finds me like this, it'll be mortifying, so could you please- Naomi, don't you dare."

So, turns out, duct tape doesn't conceal all the noises Peter made while Naomi did her best not to make any noise while simultaneously pulling his hair.

Thankfully, Magda opted to just leave the house and didn't see her son get tied to the headboard of his bed; even though he was ended up being tied to it for a good hour.

Twenty minutes of which were spent with Naomi on his lap.

The rest of which was spent making muffled whines to try to catch Naomi's attention as she finished her homework.

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A/N

That was for Lin, hope you liked it.

Don't blame me.

Jk, that was entirely my fault and in my mind before she requested it.

So, I'm upping this to M.

Anyway, I made a tumblr dedicated to my stories. it's called naomimariatheresa cause I'm real original. There's also a link in my bio. Please, go follow, I'll be posting lots of little tidbits to it.

Chocoegg333, I actually have thought about Naomi in the MCU, so I expect that to be good (cause her parents will be shocked by their daughter being friends with Captain America).

anonymouscsifan, I feel like I've served my purpose in this life; I have inspired someone to reference my writing in everyday life.

if you ever have an idea, feel free to review it or message me (although, I have a lot to go through, so you might not see it for a awhile).

Thanks for Reading/Reviewing!