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They quickly fell into a natural sort of rhythm with their mouths, and Lust shivered slightly. This was somehow more intimate than the other times. It was probably just they were together in their own private place, but it made all of the difference.

She moved her fingers against him, nose wrinkling as more hair coiled around her fingers and nails. It was sliding under her hand. Enough of that. She dragged her hair down...until it snagged in the tangles of hair wrapped around her fingers. She gave a gentle tug, to no avail.

"Mmph, no, I'm sorry, we need to do something about this. My hand is stuck."

She pulled her mouth away from his, apologetic and a little exasperated.

Scar paused and... blinked.

"How did you..."

Nope, it was pretty well stuck. How did she manage to do that? He never got his hands tangled in her hair, and it was at least a dozen times as long!

"I can tie it back..."

"And then I can't play with it." Lust reached around him with her other hand, to begin freeing herself.

"I know you like this style, Scar, but...what about something shorter? That isn't likely to eat my extremities?"

He hesitated a moment, open-mouthed.

"Yours has yet to consume any of my extremities, and I've a habit of losing them." He wasn't entirely serious, of course, but... really... His voice lowered.

"If you truly find it so awful, you could say so."

"Your hand doesn't get stuck in mine," Lust pointed out. "It isn't awful, I just...think there are other styles that might suit you better. And won't interfere with our personal time together."

She finally managed to yank her hand free. And then she sat back, eyeing him critically.

"I can think of half a dozen. I can do it right now."

Scar felt himself going red in the face again. He awkwardly reached for the back of his head. It was familiar at this point, but if she truly hated it so much, he wished she would just say so. Scar knew when she was sugarcoating things for his sake.

"If you must."

"I'm sorry, but I do. I don't mind looking at it, I'm used to it by now. But..."

She stood up and retrieved a pair of grooming scissors from a drawer and a hand towel. Thank god he'd agreed so easily. She supposed it helped she'd brought it up in the middle of kissing him.

"Here, sit forward. This won't take long."

"You are going to get hair all over the couch." Scar frowned as Lust approached with a pair of scissors. This was a terrible idea. He trusted that Lust could at least manage something presentable, but... Not on the couch.

"That's why I said sit forward. Lean forward so your head isn't over the couch." She draped the towel over his shoulders and urged him to scoot to the edge and lean forward.

Scar paused a moment. He didn't want to bicker over this, but he also didn't want to have to clean up the inevitable mess.

"I'm going in the bathroom." And off he went. She could follow if she wanted.

"Fine." Lust rolled her eyes and followed. That horrible length of hair was going, one way or another.

"Now can I do this?"

Scar settled stubbornly on the edge of the tub, feet inside so she could easily access his head.

"Yes." He felt utterly ridiculous, but if she would going to complain in the middle of... that...

Lust set to work before he could change his mind. She'd had plenty of practice on her Pokemon, and men's hairstyles were simple. She snipped off the long back bits first, watching them fall away with a sense of satisfaction. How could he have thought that looked good?

She trimmed the sides and left the top longer, but not the wild, shaggy, unkempt mess it had once been. When she was finished it was shorter, even, manageable. And overall sleeker.

"There." She ran her fingers through the top, nodding to herself. "Take a look."

Scar sat still, silently lamenting the loss of his new look, but he didn't care enough about it to protest strongly. He was too stubborn to admit that it felt much better to have his neck bare, again. He didn't look in the mirror, oddly uncomfortable about this whole ordeal, but he ran his hand through it. Shorter.

"It's fine."

He had tried.

"It looks good." She ran her fingers through it again, trailing down to the short soft hair at the back of his neck. That was what she liked. Now they were the perfect length.

"You look good."

He only made a noncommittal grunt, but decided not to protest when he felt her fingers on the back of his neck. That... did feel quite nice. Scar was still disappointed, but he couldn't pinpoint exactly why. It was just his hair.

He stood from the tub, minding his head on the shower curtain and brushing out the stray hairs as he collected himself.

All of that had just happened. And now he wasn't sure what to do next. Scar gave Lust a questioning look.

Lust raised an eyebrow and wet her lips, giving Scar a look that quite clearly asked if he'd like to return the couch. The back of his neck was properly groomed for intimacy now, why not get back to it?

It had just started getting along properly.

Scar fumbled for words for another moment.

"Did you-" He glanced back out to the sitting area. He didn't want to seem too eager, and he didn't want to assume, but...

After another moment of questioning staring, Scar shuffled back over to the couch. He could at least read that expression.

Lust nodded and joined him on the couch, her earlier caution and hesitance gone by now. She took his hand as she sank back down into the cushions, still pleased with the haircut she'd given him.

The movie had long finished by now, but she hardly cared.

Scar never managed to remain at peace for this long. Usually, some bit of guilt sprung up. He let his spiraling thoughts get the better of him. He got distracted, or nervous, or...

Maybe it was just a better night than usual.

It was still overwhelming and a little odd to be so close to her. Scar had to pause for a moment, focusing on the feel of her hand in his. That he was really here. When he did crouch to kiss her again, it was more assuredly than before. He could do just fine at this.

Lust's hands went to the back of his neck, her fingers twining together to hold him. She moved into him easily, brushing her mouth against his. Again her mouth parted slightly, gently enveloping his lower lip. She hadn't been sure if he'd want to return to their mild fumbling on the couch, but he had lost his hesitation as well.

Things really were so much better between them now.

Scar could maintain this for a while. It almost came naturally, and this was so much more pleasant than he would ever have thought. The room had grown a touch chilly now that it was evening, but he hardly noticed. He hardly noticed anything except the places their bodies touched, curled up on the couch.

Cautiously testing, he rested his hand on her thigh. He didn't really know what was off limits, or what had implications he didn't want to be giving.

Lust continued her gentle exploration of Scar's lips, giving attention to each. It was only natural for the tip of her tongue to slip out now and then, to trace the lines of his mouth. She shifted a bit closer when his hand dropped to her thigh, without thinking.

There was no thinking about it with Scar. Her body seemed to know what to do, when. There were no calculations or posturing.

How had she lived for so long without this?

Scar gave a slight shiver when he felt the tip of Lust's tongue against his lips. He couldn't conjure up a word for how this felt. It wasn't quite like anything else. He knew what a fantasy felt like, but what about when it wasn't a fantasy? Actual romantic intimacy was never quite real to him before.

As his hand slipped over her leg, Scar became keenly aware of just how much he was enjoying the reality.

Scar pulled his hands away a touch too suddenly, and he drew away from the kiss. They were just kissing. According to his logic, he shouldn't have been physically aroused from just... this. But he could feel the beginnings of it, so it was definitely time to stop.

He only wished he could have had a little more tact about it.

Lust blinked at the sudden ceasing of activity, looking at Scar curiously as he pulled back. What was wrong? Had her tongue been too much?

Her mouth was still slightly parted, her lips wet and cheeks flushed. She wasn't quite ready to be done, but if Scar was, they were done. She wasn't going to argue against that for a moment.

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