Written August 8th 2021 9:12 AM

It was one of those mornings where Feywinda wanted time to herself, leaving Feyra free to wake Ailith up in whatever manner she saw fit. Today, Ailith woke to the feeling of Feyra’s fingernails softly scratching the shaved side of her head. Ailith hummed at the sensation and stretched out, relishing the feeling of a well rested body – no aches, no pains, no bruises. She could get used to this.

“I like your hair like this,” Feyra muttered in the morning light of the room. “It suits you.”

Ailith smirked. She knew Feyra liked her hair like this, she made it evident every time she rebraided it, often getting distracted halfway through and having to start again hours later. “Thank you, love. Want me to do yours to match?” Ailith was joking, she loved Feyra’s hair. If she was being honest, she was a bit obsessed with it. She couldn’t count the times it had featured in her dreams long before they had ever cemented their relationship.

“Actually…” Feyra began, prompting Ailith to rise up on one elbow and actually look her in the face. “No, I don’t want it shaved, don’t worry,” Feyra clarified, rolling her eyes at the scandalised look on Ailith’s face. “But, I was thinking it was time for a change. Would you cut it for me?” Feyra’s hands twisted in Ailith’s hair, her eyes focused on a spot over Ailith’s shoulder.

“If that’s what you want, of course I will,” Ailith assured the other woman, stretching up to press a kiss to her forehead. Feyra smiled, the smile she saved for Ailith alone, and pulled Ailith out of bed. They set up a stool in the garden, and stole Feywinda’s kitchen shears and a hand towel for the job. According to Feyra, human hair helped keep deer away from the plants.

“Yes, dear, whatever you say, dear” Ailith laughed, shrieking when Feyra whipped the towel at her side. “If you’re not careful, you’ll end up completely bald,” Ailith warned, brandishing the shears menacingly.

“Oh please,” Feyra scoffed, “like you’d be able to live with yourself if you ever cut off all my hair.” Ailith put a hand to her chest in mock indignation.

“You wound me!” Feyra was right though, there was no point in denying it. “Now sit down and let me work my magic,” Ailith instructed, stretching out her fingers. Feyra sat with a laugh, going still as Ailith carded her hands through her hair, working out the knots and tangles she found there. Ailith slowly got to work with the shears, tongue poking out between her teeth as she concentrated. She had always cut her own hair, side shave excluded, and it really wasn’t very complicated, but she didn’t want to fuck it up.

She drew back some time later, admiring her handiwork. “Well?” Feyra asked, squirming in place. “Will I do?” Ailith turned Feyra to face her, her hair now swinging at her shoulders. There was still a slight wave to it, a bit more noticeable without the additional weight pulling at the strands. Ailith found herself staring, seeing Feyra’s face differently now that there was less hair for her to hide behind.

“You’ll do,” Ailith confirmed, cupping Feyra’s chin and bending down to steal a kiss.