Title: Hair
Author: SneetchesToo
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Ethan/Rox
Summary: Ethan had an obsession, and it was going to be the death of him.
Author's Note: I'm fairly certain that no one is actually reading this, but since I've already written the first 12 chapters I figured I would go ahead and post them anyway.
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Ethan had an obsession.
A very, very bad obsession.
Although, he guessed, that it probably could have been much worse.
He was in love with Roxane Valenzuela.
Downright, obsessively, in love with her.
And he absolutely couldn't get enough of her.
No matter how hard he tried.
But more than anything, he was obsessed with one certain aspect of her.
And it drove her absolutely mad.
Her hair.
He loved her hair. He loved everything about it. And he would be lying if he said that he felt like he needed to constantly be touching it.
"What are you doing Ethan?" Rox's voice was soft as she whispered her question to him in the dim light of the bedroom.
They had both rejoiced in a day off, conveniently at the same time, and they hadn't bothered to put clothes on or leave the bed since collapsing there last night.
He had been laying awake staring at her for the past hour.
His fingers running through her hair obsessively as he watched her sleep.
He knew it was probably creepy, but he didn't care.
He would never get over how in love with her he was.
"Nothing." He whispered back.
He nuzzled his face against her neck as he tried to hide himself from her.
He had been busted, once again, and he knew it.
"Doesn't seem like nothing." She let her cold fingers dance along his bare hip and he popped his head up from it's spot in the crook of her neck to shoot her a dirty look.
She knew that it drove him crazy when she did that.
He was constantly getting on her about how cold her fingers and toes were.
She seemed to enjoy using them for evil more often than not.
"I like your hair." He pressed a kiss against her shoulder as he settled himself against her once more. "So shoot me."
"You more than like my hair." She tickled his side softly and he let out a growl, rolling himself on top of her as he fought to pin her hands above her head.
He reluctantly had to let go of her hair to do so though and he instantly felt like something was missing.
"I love your hair." He dropped a kiss to her nose as he offered her a sly smile. "It's my favorite part about you."
She rolled her eyes as she bucked her hips up against him.
She then wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in as close as possible.
"Why?" Her eyes were full of curiosity and the soft smile on her face told him that she was seriously confused about his obsession.
"Because it's beautiful and it's perfect." He pressed a soft kiss to her lips as he dropped one of his hands down to run along her side.
He felt her squirm under his fingertips as he let them glide over the outside of her breast.
"Just like you." He settled his hand on her hip as he locked his eyes with her and he watched as she shook her head back and forth.
He knew that she would never see herself the way that he saw her.
That she would never see how beautiful and perfect she truly was.
It killed him to know that she had been denied that pleasure up until now.
"Not true." She whispered as she freed her hands and let her fingers run down his back softly.
She let one hand settle against his bare butt, the other gripping onto his shoulder as she blinked her eyes repeatedly.
She was fighting off tears and it broke him.
"Very true." He let his other hand move down to tangle in her brown curls once more and he dropped his lips back against hers.
He was hellbent and determined to make her see just how beautiful and perfect she was to him.
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They had made love twice before Rox had quietly swatted his hands off of her.
She had whispered something about being exhausted and he just chuckled at her.
He knew she was exhausted. Hell, he was too, but he was attempting to savor every little moment that he had with her.
He had spent the entire time they had been going at it reminding her how much he loved her and how perfect she was to him.
She had spent the entire time denying it and trying to change the subject.
He had reminded her once more how much he loved her hair when he had tugged her head down to his roughly.
He had been worried that she would panic, that he had been a little too forceful with his move.
But then she had smiled against his lips and she had picked up the pace.
He had tugged on the brunette locks a little harder then and she had nipped at his bottom lip before shifting on top of him in just the right way.
He had seen stars when she made him reach the edge before her that time.
Once he had gotten his bearings he had reminded her that her hair was magical.
She had rolled her eyes at him before rolling off of him with a huff and settling herself back against the pillows.
He had snuggled himself against her bare side almost immediately, and his fingers had sought out her hair once more.
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When he awoke a few hours later the bed was empty and he let out a sigh at the feeling of cold sheets beneath his fingers instead of her warm body.
"Rox?" He called her name softly but he was met with silence.
He hated waking up without her.
It didn't matter if they had been together for 24 hours prior or not.
He always, always wanted to wake up with her in his arms.
When he didn't receive an answer after a few minutes he pulled himself up out of the bed and made his way into the bathroom.
He knew that a warm shower would clear his head, so that's exactly what he focused on doing.
After exiting the shower and drying off he made his way back into the bedroom, his eyes searching for his companion once more.
"Roxane?" He called a little louder.
Still, he was met with silence.
He let out another huff as he pulled his boxers and sweat pants on and he grabbed the closest shirt he could find before heading toward the bedroom door.
When he exited into the hallway he could make out the sound of movement in the kitchen and he let out a sigh.
He prayed that that was his girlfriend and not his father.
Making his way downstairs he stopped in the entryway to the kitchen and let out a soft sigh.
She was perfect. Downright, fucking perfect, and he was so in love with her in that moment that he couldn't function.
She was wearing one of his flannel shirts and a pair of fuzzy knee-high socks, and nothing else.
She was making what looked to be brownies and she was humming along softly to the song playing on the radio.
He thought she was the most beautiful and domesticated angel he had ever seen.
But then she turned every so slightly and he noticed that her hair was different.
Instead of it hanging loosely over her shoulders, a slight curl running through it, it was pulled back.
And it was braided.
And as beautiful as she looked, it wasn't the same.
"What's that?" He hadn't intended for his question to come out so abrupt, but he couldn't help himself.
He was totally confused as to why she would tie those gorgeous locks up.
"What's what?" Her question was soft as she stopped her mixing and turned toward him.
She still looked amazing. And he still wanted to ravage her against the kitchen counter. But there was something about that braid that was getting to him.
"Your hair?" He moved fully into the kitchen and stopped in front of her, his fingers going out to tug on the braid gently. "What's this?"
"It's a braid Ethan." She looked at him like he had seven heads and he figured that she probably had every right to.
He was acting kind of strange if he was being honest.
"Why is it in your hair?" He stepped closer to her then, his hands moving to settle on her hips as he pinned her gently against the counter.
"I felt like doing something different." She gave the braid a soft side glance before returning her eyes to him. "You don't like it?"
She sounded so incredibly disappointed and it broke his heart.
That had certainly never been his intention.
"It's not that I don't like it." He reached up with his right hand to run his fingers along the knotted together pieces of hair. "It's just…"
Her eyes were getting that far off, hazy look in them and he hated himself for even bringing it up.
"I like being able to run my fingers through it." He whispered. "That's all."
"I can take it out." She whispered back. He could feel her hand shaking as it left it's spot on his chest to reach for the braid.
"No." He dropped his forehead to hers. "Leave it."
She nodded her head softly and he leaned down to press a kiss against her lips.
They stood that way for a few minutes, their lips dancing softly over each other's, and he couldn't help but moan when her fingers tangled in his own hair.
He was itching to get his fingers into her hair, but he meant what he said.
She could leave the braid.
For now.
"Just think," She whispered against his lips as she broke the kiss, "my hair will be a lot curlier when I take this thing out in a few hours."
She offered him a soft wink and he felt his insides turn to mush.
This woman was going to be the death of him.
And she was going to start by killing him, using her hair.
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