A little something I wrote on Tumblr a few days ago. I posted it here if you hadn't read it. Enjoy. :)
Abbie leans her head back in the sink. Crane wets her hair with the spray nozzle and washes her curls with her honey vanilla shampoo and conditioner. His long fingers gently massage her scalp, pinpointing the right areas: the ones that itch and the ones that just want his contact. She sighs. He sings "Proud Mary" while she closes her eyes and hums with him, nearly falling asleep. His breath falls into her nose. She stops humming to breath it in. Her shoulders relax. She leans her head further in the sink. Her bones vibrate and tingle. She didn't want to leave this intimacy.
"Your hair is beautiful, Miss Mills. Thank you for permitting me to wash it," Crane said.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
She paused. "Crane?"
"Yes, Leftenant."
"Can you wash my hair next time?"
She rarely let him spoil her, since she got back from the Catacombs. This would be the only exception.
"Of course."