As the sun from the windows shone down on Agatha's hair, the lighter bits of it shining as a result, Rio took the time to consider how much she loved her wife's hair.
Up.
Down.
Clenched within her fist.
It could be done up in so many different ways and had so many fun uses, yet Rio's most favourite thing to do with it was what she was doing currently. Agatha had drifted off in her lap hours before, their respective books having long since been cast aside. Not wanting to wake her, Rio had contented herself with threading her fingers through Agatha's hair, the slow, gentle motions eliciting a happy sigh from her lips as she seemed to snuggle even closer into her.
Rio smiled contently at the sound, beginning to section off bits of Agatha's hair to braid. She took no care to make it neat or in anyway refined as she began the process, merely enjoying the repetition of her actions. Over and over. Round and round. Once she'd ran out of hair Rio took a second to admire her handiwork, smiling to herself as she thought of Agatha's reaction to it. A hand to her scalp, a disgruntled sigh, her nose flaring in that cute way whenever Rio annoyed her, before finally wiping the look off of her face with a kiss.
Stirring as Rio stretched out her legs on the floor, Agatha began to do just that.
"I need to start keeping hairbrushes around you." She grumbled sleepily, running her hands through her hair in an attempt to undo Rio's handiwork.
Rio merely leaned down and pressed her lips to hers, sighing happily as Agatha returned the gesture with equal fervour. Agatha's hands came to rest on her face as they so often did, after gently guiding Rio's own to her wrists, the two of them closing the last bit of space between them. Rio sighed happily, allowing the rest of the world to fall away. Nothing else mattered in that moment. No bodies or jobs well done could ever compare to this woman in her arms, who'd courted her with so much delight and intrigue.
Agatha was the first to pull away, the beginnings of her smug little smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. She pouted mockingly, her mouth still inches from Rio's. "Feeling a little lovestruck my love?"
Rio grabbed a fist full of Agatha's hair and pulled it harshly back, so much so that Agatha let out an involuntary gasp. "What makes you say that?" She replied, deciding for once to humour this particular little dance as she raked her tongue down Agatha's throat.
"Oh that dreamy look in your eye, all big brown eyes and- FUCK!" Rio had introduced her teeth to Agatha's neck, biting down to silence her. With a little more attention on the spot she soothed the sting at once, releasing Agatha's hair to let both her hands settle at the witch's waist.
"I'm sorry." She pulled back slightly and blinked, doe-eyed and filled to the brim with artificial sorrow. "Did that hurt?"
Agatha merely laughed, deeply and full of mirth as she pulled her wife back down with a sharp tug. "Make it up to me."
"How many times?"
"A good dozen should be a start."