Chapter 2: Hair

For some reason, I was expecting my overwhelming love for her to diminish after confessing. I was even bordering on the hopes of rejection, since it dawned to me once how much emotion she triggers in me every time I see her. But after my confession, everything actually just got much worse.

Let's just say the embarrassment of looking at her turned into excitement, and if before I would make sure not to be caught by her whenever I stare, now I didn't even matter. She would have that cute, shy blush whenever she catches me staring and I'd want to stare at her even more. It works on two ways; one, I get to look at her for as long as I want, and two, other guys would get a clue... that girl is mine.

But being in the prime of my youth, I believe that could cause trouble. Or am I just being paranoid? I mean, it's not like I've had any girlfriends before. And seeing as she seems comfortable with me, she probably doesn't have a clue of what's going on in my head... or on my bed with her in my head. Darn it...

"I got cleaning duty today, so you can go ahead without me." She said.

"No I won't... I'll wait for you by the school gate."

We stared at each other for a while, not minding gathering students with suspicion in their eyes. She had that embarrassed, flattered look on her face and I in turn had a triumphant, cocky smile

"Hmp, whatever."

But her pride as a dominating lady wouldn't really permit her to expose any trace of submission to my sweetness. I still find it rather cute. She can get all over me as she wants, I won't complain.

Before walking away, however, she flipped her hair at me. It was at that moment, I realized my greatest weakness of her... or one of my greatest weaknesses of her at least. Everything about her makes me weak, actually. As those strands of curly locks sliced on my face like a fury of rose petals, my mind only processed the scent, the sensation, and the mind-boggling beauty that is Rima Masahiro. It smelled so... so Rima. The small, swaying body walking away from me somehow made me feel so much regret; I should've grabbed that hair she tossed and smelled it right then and there.

But a promise of tomorrow is always a gift for a boyfriend... she's mine, so there'll be time for that.

What on earth? Kusukusu!

Ri-rima... I'm so sorry, I wanted to paint you a picture, but the bottle; it was heavier than I thought and then, it just... it just...

...it's ok, I'm not mad. But look at you... you're a mess.

Sorry...

Sheesh, go wash yourself, you hopelessly cute clown you...

Rima!

Go on, before it dries. I'd be done cleaning this mess by then.

"Phew... finally."

Those were her words when I came and opened their classroom door. I leaned on the threshold, trying to look cool, which is absurd since I already am. Anyway, before I disposed myself to get her attention, I first absorbed the perfection of her. Sitting on the last seat of the first row, her head resting somewhat lazily on the chair's leaner, her eyes closed and perspiration traveling on her rosy cheeks- it was indeed perfect, but an exhausted Rima is rare.

"Never knew duties could be so tiring." I said. She didn't even look at me, but I noticed as I was walking towards her that her breathing have become somewhat heavier, like her lungs were lacking air.

I guess she really was tired.

"If you have a loving, clumsy chara it always will be." She said. Her voice was a bit smaller than usual.

I placed both hands on the chair she was resting her head on and smiled down at her. Her eyes opened and I got to see the ice-queen I fell in love with.

"I told you I had cleaning duty."

"You did, and I told you I'd wait for you." I said proudly.

"Would you mind if I rest for a bit?" she asked, then closed her eyes.

"Not at all." I said, and carefully, after taking a chair behind the one she was on, "Take your time..." my fingers then began combing the strands of her hair. She perhaps didn't feel it, but I could feel every fantasy come true at that moment.

They were like silk, gentle, soft and fine. I took a few curly strands and minced it with my thumb; such thin strands. The combing action turned more aggressive, but my gentleness didn't expire. I made sure not to hurt her, as I pulled the pin holding her hair up, thus releasing a flurry of soft gold. Such a sight made my breath stop and my heart skip in excitement.

No longer contended with just a few strands I took a handful of her hair, two handfuls, and cupped them up on my face, rubbing them on my cheek and on my nose. I inhaled the intoxicating scent of youth in its premature blossoming which was sweet and serene at the same time. Completely forgetting the consent of the owner, I did another absorption on her scent. I rubbed the left hand filled with her locks and my right began traveling up to her head.

"Nagi..." she called, in what sounded like drunken helplessness, "...don't, please..."

"Shh... just relax..." I eased her tensing shoulder while my face was still buried beneath the fibers of her crown, sniffing and fantasizing.

"But I... oh..." she attempted to speak, but my hand on her scalp, penetrating a thick layer of hair, did its massaging motion, making it difficult for her to speak properly, "...I... I'm all sweaty..." she said. Her shoulders finally stopped tensing up, and just dropped. With every tender pleasure I applied on her head, she bobbed back following the retraction. It amused me to see her long for the feeling, but it also made me want to be more aggressive.

"I don't mind."

The look of my hand dancing on her head was like a group of serpent rushing up and down a thick pool of golden threads.

"I actually love it."

The smallness of her head made it easy for me to comb her scalp down, and then back up again. But after her soft 'ah's' have stopped, perhaps getting used to the rare pleasure, I just laid my face on her head. My hands haven't stopped massaging her, though. Like a rugged plow on fertile soil I put my fingers to good use on her scalp, scratching and peeling in a lazy fashion. The delightful yet almost inaudible sound from her lips returned. From what seemed like ties I pulled my finer and her hair smoothly falls back into place. I did this routine for what felt like 30 minutes, but even after considering the time I still felt like I could go on for the rest of my life doing only this to her.

I was in total bliss, and the fact that she wasn't complaining added gave me right to continue. But no, it was more than enough.

"I stink, don't I?" she asked in burdened pride.

"Nah," I said, resting my face on her head, "I'll tell you what I smell."

"What?" she asked, her voice sounding like it was drifting to sleep.

"I smell something sexy."

end of chapter 2