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Haircuts

"When was the last time you cut your hair?" Six asked as she painfully tugged John's blond locks.

"Ow, is this really necessary now?" John countered as he pulled his head back. Six allowed the locks to slide through her fingers. In front of John was Six's laptop. He was searching the net for any suspicious activities or possible numbers. Sam sat across from him on his own mobile device. Bernie lay on the hard motel bed, watching the three teens carefully. Six rolled her eyes and glanced over John's shoulders to glance at the news. Nothing excited jumped out at her. No mysterious rescues or disappearances. Six couldn't decide if she was disappointed or happy. This meant they were all safe but unable to locate without any clues.

"I'm serious; you look like a blond mop." Six replied, taking her mind off the news, giving him another tug. John tilted his head back, looking up at the girl narrowed sapphire blue eyes. She wasn't going to let this go any time soon. John could tell by the gleam in her hazel eyes. Six smiled down at him, tapping his nose. "Trust me, just a few snips and you'll look brand new." John made another disgruntle sound and frown at her. "Fine, don't trust me. Ask Bernie."

"Bernie?" John asked just to humor Six. Bernie looked up lazily and stared into his Loric master's eyes. You can use a touch up. "Oh, not you too, Bernie!" Six pumped her fist in triumph as she rubbed Bernie's butt. The beagle's tail wagged rapidly at the attention the girl gave it. "That doesn't mean anything." John countered, as he watched wearily as Six headed towards the bathroom in search for a towel and pair of scissors.

"If a chimera says you need a haircut, you need a haircut." Six countered as she glanced through the contents of the room. John sent a pleading look over toward Sam who was still looking at the news. Sam looked up and smiled at his friend.

"Sorry, bud, but she is the girl in the group." Sam said before looking back down at the screen. "Whatever she says goes." John groaned as he felt Six's smooth hand on his shoulders. In her hands was a pair of scissors and a towel.

"See, and that's why Sam doesn't get beat up." Six said as she draped the towel around John's neck and pulled it tight so no stray hairs would fall into his shirt. John rolled his eyes and allowed the girl to gently comb her fingers through his hair. It was oddly soothing as her nails scratched his head. John leaned back, allowing Six to rub his head a little more.

"Oh really?" John answered as he totally surrendered to her improvised head massage. "I thought it was because he was human and geeky. Beating up geeks is never fun."

"Hey, I heard that!" Sam shouted from his side of the table. Six gave him a cheeky smile as John opened his eyes a bit to smirk at his friend. Sam rolled his eyes, gathering his stuff. "I know when I'm not wanted. If you need me, I'll be in the coffee shop downstairs." Sam headed towards the door, opening it.

"Don't forget your key!" Six shouted back as she tugged a bit of John's hair and snipped it. If Sam heard her, he didn't reply. "What are the chances he forgot his keys again?" Six whispered into John's hair. He opened his eyes and smiled openly at his fellow Loric.

"Fifty-fifty? Remember this is Sam we're talking about." Six nodded her head and continued clipping his hair. "Who cuts your hair, Six?" John asked after moments of snipping and Bernie's snoring filled the room. Six hesitated for a second before continuing her movements. Her hands moved like she already knew what John's new style should look like. She gently tipped his head forward, running her left hand down his neck. John shuttered at the light caress and moved his head however she wanted.

"My Cepan, Katarine, used to cut my hair." Six narrated as she combed her fingers through some tangled strands. She picked up a comb and ran it through gently. "She always loved fiddling with my hairs. Always running her fingers through it. Smoothing out the tangles before bed." Six grew silent as she focused on cutting John's hair and not his ears or skin. John was quiet too, thinking about his Cepan, Henri. "I think I was eleven or something, I wore braids and hated every second of it. Katarine thought I looked adorable. All done." She ruffled his hair like dog, trying to get rid of any stray strands. John reached up, holding her wrist before turning around. "What are you doing?" She asked as John stared intensely at her face.

"Just imagining a younger Six with braids." He replied truthfully as he looked at the mature face of the young woman in front of him. Her hair was remarkable knotted into a side ponytail, different from her usual style. But per usual, the stubborn strands of her bangs clenched to her face just above her right eye. Warm hazel eyes gazed into his bluer ones. The pain of remember those they lost were clear in those eyes, in both eyes of the teen Lorics.

John wasn't sure what possessed him at that moment but he stood up, gently cups Six's cheek and pulled her a bit closer. Their foreheads rested on each other, neither moving away or closer. Their noses brush against each other, sending a silent message between the two. John purposely rubbed his nose against hers, gazed into her eyes and pulled her a fraction closer. Six breathed in his clean scent before taking that one step, closing the distance between them.

The kiss was slow. Just a touch between two people. Tentative. John angled her lips, leaned in a bit closer. Her lips were luscious and soft against his. They traded light nips and caresses, neither sure how far or how much the other wanted. A grin slides onto John's face as he heard the soft clatter of the scissors dropping to the floor. Her hands slowly wrapped around his collar, dragging him closer to him. Now, John could feel every lean and curvy part of Six as she pushed herself against him. The kiss grew from there. The careful lazy rhythm transformed into something else. Fast. Urgent. Needy. Six opened her mouth just so, giving John all the initiative he needed to deepen the kiss.

"GUYS! Let me in!" John and Six both open their eyes at the sound of Sam's voice and pounding. Six stepped away quickly, panting for much needed air. John was also breathing heavily, looking at her bruised lips and blush slowly growing on her olive tone skin. Sam was still pounding the door, oblivious of what just happen in the room.

"Get the door." Six muttered as she tried to calm her breathing. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, hammering against her ribcage. John nodded his head but not without stepped towards her, smoothing the few strands the clinging to her face. He smirked, noticing the hitch in her breathing as he lightly caress her bruised lower lip with his thumb. "Get the door." Six repeated as she gazed into John's eyes.

Sam stood there as John pulled the door open. "Finally." He exclaimed as he walked pass, not noticing John's enraged glare towards him or Six's suddenly shy composure. His brown hair was sticking up from him constantly running his fingers through it. "You need to look at this." Six and John quickly snapped out of their post-kiss state and quickly moving to look at his laptop screen. It was a Spanish newspaper with translations beside it talking about a girl saving a man from dying. John's left hand was placed on the chair behind Sam, balancing him so he could read the small print. He jumped when he felt Six's cold hand place on his. Peeking out of the corner of his eyes, he notice Six's impassive expression but when their eyes met, he knows that kiss wasn't some amazing vivid daydream and they will talk about it later. Or have a repeat.

Those guys... Bernie thought as he covered his eyes with his oversize paws.

A/N: I hope this one came out right. The kiss was a bit awkward to describe. Was it ok, guys? Reviews are welcomed!