He reads aloud while she combs out his hair.

His legs are stretched out in front of him, the book balanced open on his lap while she works the brush through the tangled, silver tresses. The sound of his voice coupled with the sensation the long strands between her fingers is almost trance-inducing.

His hair is gorgeous—even when wet.

He stops to sip his tea, and she puts down the brush.

"Do you mind if I braid it so it stays out of your way while its wet?" she asks.

He nods while swallowing. "That is fine."

Kagome grins.