Gilda has always been fascinated with her hair. As her fingers weave deftly through the thick red strands, Charlie hums under her breath, closing her eyes. She lets herself fall closer to the warmth of her girlfriend’s body, finding comfort in another person’s presence after sex.
"You’re rather heavy for me to carry," Gilda chides.
Charlie can imagine a smile stretched across her face.
"But you could always use your super-awesome fairy powers to carry me," Charlie suggests, turning around, "right?"
Gilda rolls her eyes and when she didn’t respond, Charlie knew that counted as a win. Maybe there would be round two later.
"Have you ever braided your hair?" Gilda asks, after a moment’s silence.
Charlie tries desperately to keep from moaning. The way Gilda was massaging her scalp was slowly becoming very hypnotic.
"Sure I have," she answers, voice slightly higher than normal, "but it’s always a bit hard to do by yourself."
Gilda hums in response. “Then let me do it for you.”
Before Charlie can say anything else, Gilda moves her fingers from Charlie’s scalp to her hair (eliciting quiet disappointment), quietly separately small bundles.
Gilda works quickly. Whether it’s because she kicked it up a few notches with her magic or because she was a seasoned hair braider, Charlie’s hair is up in an elaborate braid, twisted high up on her head.
"You look beautiful," Gilda whispers as she leans forward.
Charlie tries not to shiver as she playfully hits Gilda on the knee.
"Are you saying I’m not normally?" she teases.
"Oh shut up."
Charlie turns around to face Gilda, planning on teasing her more, but the sight of a nearly-nude Gilda, long curled dark tresses streaming down her chest stops her.
She adjusts her stool so that it’s a lot closer to Gilda’s wooden chair. The back of her hand comes up automatically to Gilda’s cheek, slowly trailing down as she stares at Gilda.
Gilda’s hand tangles itself in Charlie’s other hand and she leans forward.
Neither of them speak anymore. But then again, they don’t really have to.