Brushing

It's become a ritual for the two. Wednesday evening, a day between the weekends where respite from work lies. And so, some rest and relaxation is needed.

A modest bedroom in a Middleton apartment finds it's occupants laying on the king-size bed. One sitting in the lap of the other, facing towards the wall. Shego tried to relax. Intimacy like this was still fresh and new to them, and she needed her heart to settle. Ron's hands traveled across her waist as he wrapped her in a hug from behind. Relishing in the embrace, Shego took a hand behind her lover's head and another gripped the arms at her waist and drew him in. She soaked up his presence whenever she could in private. While still well-known from her villainess days as a strong and tough fighter she refrained from PDA in public beyond holding hands.

Soon the hug ended and Ron reached to the nearby bedside table. He grabbed an ornate soft-tipped brush and with his other hand ran his fingers through her ebony mane to put it into position. He started to brush her hair. First from the ends and working his way upwards.

The brush made it's way through silky black hair with ease. It's owner hardly needed the brushing. Shego was prideful of her appearance and always made sure she looked her best. But she relished being pampered none-the-less. Ron knew she loved to be spoiled.

A small hum came from Shego as Ron did his work. And in turn, Ron made a small smile. He worked slowly but deliberately at her hair. Ron marveled at how wondrous her hair is every time they did this. Counting down from one hundred with every stroke, he made sure she could felt his love and affection all the while. Often he'd kiss her neck or the back of her head. Shego in turn ran her hands down his legs, her eyes closed to better pay attention to Ron.

Soon, too soon, he finished his work and set the brush to the side. Shego then twisted around, grabbed his shoulders, and kissed him on the lips. They stayed like that for some time, moving from sitting up to laying down on the bed with Shego on top. Ron's arms came up and pulled Shego towards him: one hand at her neckline, the other inching down below the small of her back. Through the kiss Ron could feel Shego smile.

There wasn't too much rest that night but both felt the most relaxed they'd ever been.

AN: I wanted more rongo fluff, so I made some. Not sure if this will continue. Let me know what you think!