#blue light scandal
“Do you trust me to cut your hair?”
He smells good, warm, woodsy soap used with such habit that it’s practically engraved itself on his skin. Xu buries her nose a little bit more into the curve of his neck, making a face at the scratchiness of the beard he’s apparently trying to grow out.
She is comfortable, warm. Small against him, almost delicate (never quite, always a mercenary).
“It could end up all lopsided.”
He chuckles, low in his throat, slipping a single arm around the petite young woman to secure her position. His cheek comes to rest lightly against her hair, settling into their embrace.
“I trust ya.”
Never mind her methodical perfectionism (ever the SeeD) giving him little reason to worry, even if he didn’t.
