"Hi.."
She looked up at the familiar cheerful voice, and smiled. "Hi." she replied. "Did you finish checking over Strike?" The man grinned, leaning against the open doorway. "There wasn't much to check, but yeah. It came through the battle at Orb just fine."
"So you came to bother me instead?" she asked, one eyebrow raised. She tried her best to appear stern, but the twinkle in his blue eyes caused a small smile to quirk at her lips. Without answering, Mwu slipped into the room and sat down on the small sofa. "How far are you off finishing?" he wanted to know, peeking through a curtain of blonde hair at the woman sitting at the desk. She regarded him mildly for a moment, then shook her head, giggling softly. The man blinked. "What?"
Murrue shook her head again, expression one of fond exasperation. "How can you have checked Strike when you can barely see?" she asked, standing up and crossing to sit on the sofa beside him. Reaching out, she brushed aside the hair from his face. "How long has it been since you had this cut? And you never brush it.." Mwu shrugged. "Too much hassle." was his only excuse.
The young woman sighed, getting up to move to her desk again. "Sometimes you're too much hassle.." Opening a drawer, she rummaged around until she discovered a pair of scissors. "Come sit down here," she told him, gesturing to a chair. "You can't leave it like that."
He did as asked, frowning when Murrue spread out sheets of paper underneath the chair. "What are you doing?" he asked, trying to twist around in the seat to look at her. She didn't reply, instead taking the scissors...and beginning to trim his hair carefully. The man raised his eyebrows. "Do captains normally do this?" he asked, and she laughed, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. "Not usually." she replied. "But you're a special case. Now sit still."
Very carefully, Murrue snipped away at his hair, the shorn golden curls falling to the ground to land on the paper. Mwu's eyes were closed, a dreamy smile on his face at the feel of her fingers caressing the back of his neck. He never moved once, never fidgeted, which was surprising. "Did you fall asleep?" she asked gently, and he answered with a happy murmur. She smiled, moving around to trim his fringe. "You're being very well-behaved." she observed, and he chuckled softly, eyes still closed. "Who wouldn't be at something like this?" he replied drowsily. "I could stay here all day.."
"Too bad," Murrue told him, ruffling his now short hair. "I'm all done." Mwu cracked open an eye to peer at her. "Awww...already?" He sighed, opening his eyes and stretching...then wrapped his arms around her slender waist to bring her close to him. She squeaked in alarm, trying to wriggle free of his grip. "Mwu! The door isn't locked..." He simply grinned, tugging her down until she was sitting on his lap. "Do I look better?"
She sighed, but smiled. "Much. Does it feel any better?" He paused for a moment, unwinding one arm from her waist to run a hand through his hair. "It does. Thanks.." he said cheerfully, reaching up to her own dark hair. He smiled at the feel of the silky strands tangled in his fingers, and brought her close for a kiss.
"Yours is better long though..." he told her gently. "It feels great.."
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He laid stretched on the plush blue sofa, watching her lazily through half-closed eyes. She was standing at the window, silhouetted against the bright sunlight streaming through the glass. As he gazed at her, she added water to a pink rose growing in a pot on the windowsill, set down the can, and examined the pot carefully.
"Anything wrong?" he asked sleepily, shaking his head to clear long blonde hair from his face. Murrue shook her head. "No. I just need to repot that soon...it's growing so fast." She smiled. "Guess it likes the sunshine.." Turning around to face the drowsy man on the sofa, she sighed, placing a hand on one hip. "And the rose isn't the only thing that's growing too fast."
"Hmmm?" was all Mwu said, closing his eyes. Next thing he knew, she had moved to sit beside him, running a hand through his hair. "You didn't notice how long it was getting?" she asked, and he peeked up at her. "Not really.." he mumbled. She sighed again, poking his shoulder. "Sit up."
He grumbled under his breath at having to move, but Murrue kept on poking him until he did as he was told. "What?" he whined. "I was comfy there.." Without answering, the woman got up, going to fetch a pair of scissors from her dresser.
"I can't believe how fast your hair grows," she said, trimming the unruly blonde locks, and he grinned. "It always has. After a while I stopped bothering to cut it..."
"So that's why your hair was so long?" she mused, working carefully until his hair was back to just above his shoulders. "You want it any shorter?" Mwu considered this for a moment, then shrugged. "Do you?"
Her answer was a soft kiss to the back of his neck. "I'm used to it now. Besides, it's only hair, right?" She swept together the inch-long locks of hair that lay on the sofa. "I'm glad that not everything grows so fast, though.." The scarred man chuckled, bringing his wife close for a hug. "Everything grows, Murrue," he replied, gesturing to his hair, and across to the rose in the pot on the windowsill. "No matter how fast.." He rested his head against her swollen stomach, smiling as he felt the soft movement within. "Right?"
She giggled, stroking his hair. "Right..."
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( Well, Mwu's hair must grow damn fast, ne? It took me five years to even get my hair anywhere past my shoulder blades, and his was way beyond that after just two. Some people's hair just seems to grow faster than others...
And I do actually like Mwu's hair how it is after he rejoins the AA crew in Destiny. It's kinda cute.
Please read and review! My sequel to the first story I ever wrote:cheers: )