A/N: new chappie! enjoy!

Chapter 6: Haircut

"Hold still!" Lenore ordered, standing behind Vaako as he sat on a chair in the middle of their temporary hotel room on Palic. He was facing a tall mirror behind the door as Lenore held a pair of scissors in one hand and glaring at him through the mirror.

"Do we really have to do this?" he groaned, leaning his arms on the back of the chair as he straddled it and set his mouth on his arms to cover half of his face from the mirror.

"You stand out too much, Damon," Lenore scolded, adjusting the several small braids that fell down his back before tousling the hair on top of his head to muss it up thoroughly. "How many people walk around with hair like this, honestly?"

"So you've been all over the galaxy and seen every hair style there is to see, have you?" Damon retorted, adjusting to smirk back at her but she placed a hand on top of his head and faced him toward the mirror again.

"No," she admitted, leaning next to his ear, knowing exactly how to take the fight out of him. "But to be completely honest, I'd rather see you in something other than this." She ran a finger on her free hand up his arm and he looked to her hand before turning back to meet her gaze. "It's kinda like you seeing me out of that dress."

Vaako sighed and looked to the mirror again as Lenore resting her hand on his shoulder and he sighed in defeat with a shrug.

"Fine," he muttered. "But don't make me look like an idiot."

"That'll be hard to do after this hairdo," Lenore mumbled playfully, earning her a slap on the back of her calf from Vaako and making her giggle.

Bringing the scissors up she began cutting the braids at the base of his scalp and he shut his eyes tightly when he heard the first snip. Several followed that one and he winced at every one until she made a satisfied sound and the snipping stopped. He hesitantly reached a hand his head and felt his lack of hair at the nape of his neck and sneered.

"Jeez, if I had known you were gonna be such a big baby about this I would have done it while you slept," Lenore grumbled, examining his appearance in the mirror to figure out how to cut the top properly.

"If you had done that, you would have had hell to pay," Vaako shot back and she rolled her eyes as he only glared at her through the mirror.

"I thought we were stripping off our old lives," she reminded him. "Which means you have to get rid of this ridiculous hair cut. If you want, you can cut my hair, too. How about that?"

"I don't want to cut your hair," he shot back.

"Then quit being such a sissy about this!" she spat, gripping the hair on top of his head and moving the scissors closer to cut.

"Can't you leave that part alone?" he wondered, ducking his head from her grasp and she gave him a bored stare through the mirror.

"You'll have all this hair up here…" She tousled his hair then resumed, "and a pathetic Mohawk down the back. I don't know what's worse: What you had before, or what you want now. If you'd just trust me, I can give you something you'd like."

"I seem to recall another point in time when you had gotten a hold of a pair of scissors and my hair in your room," he retorted.

"We were ten," she blurted. "This is totally different. I've practiced since then. You know that. Now hold still…"

Vaako sighed as he slumped forward again, bowing his head so that his forehead rested on his arms. Lenore made a startled noise as she was almost about to cut his hair then stood tall with an exasperated sigh. A light bulb went on in her head and she smirked as she dwelled on the thought that came to her.

"Stand up," she ordered, and Vaako lifted his head to frown at her as she backed away from him a step.

"Why?" he wondered.

"Just stand up and sit on the chair the right way," she instructed again, still smirking.

Vaako's gaze narrowed at her in suspicion, but he did as she told him to. Once facing her on the chair she sauntered closer, making his frown deepen for a moment before it disappeared as she straddled his legs, his hands instantly going to her waist to support her and his eyes widening in shock as he stared at her.

"Now, let's see…" she hummed, slowly running one hand through his hair to examine it as he still stared at her.

He hardly registered when she began cutting, the snips sounded so far away as he only stared at her, his hands itching to smooth over her body a little more. He wasn't sure why he was acting the way he was. Maybe it was being away from his old life and starting this new one with Lenore? Maybe it was just being with Lenore again, the way they used to be before the Necromongers attacked? At this point, he didn't care. He was just happy to be away from Dame Vaako and with Lenore.

"There!" Lenore chirped with a smile as she lowered the scissors, jolting him back to the present. "That part's done. Now all I have to do is make the back even and we're done!"

Vaako said nothing as he only stared at her and her amber eyes lowered to catch his hazel-greens, her smile slowly fading from her lips at seeing his intense stare on her.

"Maybe…I can do that part later," she breathed, letting the scissors slip from her hand and fall to the floor as Vaako's hands slid from her waist to wrap around her and support her back with flat hands as he pulled her closer, their lips meeting gently.

Lenore's hands slid up his arms to rest her forearms on his shoulders, her hands stroking his neck and up to his newly cut hair, making him groan in arousal and she smiled at feeling through her handy work and making him moan the way he had. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist and the back of the chair, pinning him to it as he pulled her even closer to delve his tongue into her mouth. This time she moaned in approval before they both parted for air, resting their foreheads against the others, panting for breath.

"I love you so much, Damon," Lenore breathed, stroking her thumbs over his scalp behind his ears. "I hate seeing you the way you were as a Necromonger Commander, just like you hated seeing me as one of the Lord Marshal's harem girls, and even more so after Riddick took the throne."

"I know," he sighed. "But it's hard for me to give up something that's been a part of my life for so long. I've never been able to accept change easily, you know that."

Lenore nodded and lifted her head to gaze into his eyes and she smiled, weakly before pressing a tender kiss to his lips, pulling away before he could deepen it.

"We'll see if we can't get you to grow out of that," she smiled, pressing a hand to his heart before standing to lean over and pick up the scissors from the floor. She stepped in front of him and ran her hand over the back of his head, tousling his hair a little more then standing back and nodding. "I think I'll leave your hair alone for now. As soon as it grows out on the sides all you'll need is a little trim till it's even."

She stroked his hair once more as her gaze fell to his again, a small smile on her lips. He noticed that she looked happy. Happier than he had seen her in a long time, and it made him smile, subtly. He wanted to see her happy…for the rest of his life.

Meanwhile...

"Stop her!"

Dame Vaako swung her huge, two handed, curved blade around her as she moved through the men trying to keep her from the hangar door. She sliced through them easily, remorse never even hinted at in her dark brown gaze. Finally finding a hole in the crowd as she sliced the chest of the man in front of her in two, she darted toward the hangar, tripping on the dress she wore but somehow able to keep herself from falling to the ground completely. Hurriedly running through the door, she hit the button to close it before the men running after her were able to catch up.

She quickly lifted her skirt and pulled the pulse gun strapped to her leg out from under it and shot at the locking mechanism before turning toward the nearest fighter ship she could find and hurriedly boarding it. Ignoring everything else around her, she only concentrated on starting the engines and getting the craft off the ground. The ship lifted up effortlessly and she burned through the open hangar door and into the skies of Helion Prime.

Once she broke atmo, she started looking through the star charts to find the planet Palic in the Messer System. She'd overheard that was where Vaako and Lenore would be headed, and she would waste no time in finding her husband and retrieving him from that Harem Girl Whore he was with. Once she'd found the coordinates and punched them into the autopilot, she switched it on and stood to search the ship she'd taken. Perhaps she would be lucky and find something else to wear other than the horrid Harem Girl dress she'd escaped in?

On Necropolis...

Riddick's gaze moved around the room he'd locked Dame Vaako in, wondering how the hell she'd gotten out. He stepped toward the bed and lifted the rope he'd tied her with to examine it and found the end of it was frayed. He scoffed with a slightly impressed smirk as he looked to the headboard of the bed. He hadn't thought she'd catch on that quickly. Then again, she was a smart bitch.

He knew where she would go. She would go to find Vaako and Lenore. Like he cared. As far as he was concerned, they were on their own. They didn't need his help when it was already two against one anyway. What good would he do?

Then again, another part of him chimed in, if Vaako didn't kill her because of newfound chivalry, and Lenore didn't kill her because she was too damn green to killing, that woman would still be out there. That notion didn't sit well with him. Just knowing she was out there made his blood boil.

Growling in irritation, he flicked the rope out of his hand and turned to head out of the room again.

A/N: knida short, i know. reviews?