NOTE:
This collection of fics was originally posted on my lj as part of my Pick a Fic: Round II, in which posters could pick a plot bunny and prompt for me to write. The response was… more than I expected. None of these one-shots is connected to the previous in any way (except for Regarding Hair as a short follow-up to Love & War), and I experimented with different styles and tones throughout. I don't think it worked out too well, but... I don't think it particularly bothers me anymore either.

Regarding Hair...
astarvingwriter

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Author's Plea: Originally a follow-up to a Pick a Fic: Round II fic, Love & War on my lj. Enjoy if you can.

It was a wonderfully lazy weekend.

Perhaps not truly lazy though. After all, they had quite a workout in the morning and most of the previous afternoon. It just didn't really seem like a workout if they never left the bed.

Still, it felt like a particularly wonderful lazy weekend, and they weren't about to be bothered with particulars.

Except for one.

"Lucius…"

"Yes, my pet?"

"Your head... It's prickly. Your hair is finally growing back after all this time."

"Truly? I hadn't noticed."

"Hm… It's not very attractive."

"You had no qualms with my appearance earlier."

"Of course not. But it is quite different when your head on my breast has all the effect of a sand storm."

"I am quite comfortable here."

"You can be comfortable with a pillow protecting my skin. You wouldn't want my skin to be rubbed raw, would you?"

He remained thoughtfully silent. She waited impatiently before he finally assented and rolled onto his back. She gladly took his former position.

"I think I might miss your hair."

"How could you? You never truly experienced it. Otherwise you would never have rid me of it."

"True. However, I think it's an experience I intend to have. The sooner the better. This prickliness is horrid. I suppose I can ask Severus for some solution."

"Severus?"

"Hmm… He owes me a favour."

"How did you become gifted with such a rare thing?"

"I married you. Apparently my unending presence in your life is construed as punishment."

"Little does he know."

"I might have also offered him a night in our bed."

"Really."

"Don't be too cocky. If I were to judge by his expression, he meant you on bottom."

"I suppose I can—"

"No. You can't. Not without practice. Lots of practice."

They were silent as the both considered the current offer and what the practice might entail.

"Owl Severus and ask him for some of his special solution."

"And if he asks for payment?"

"Tell him to have patience. Apparently I need plenty of practice."

Few coherent words were shared the rest of the day. It mattered little. They knew what they meant.