#aba!taker

He pauses and looks around and down at you. “Huh?”

You hold your hand out. “I want to brush your hair.”

He tilts his head to one side and a smile pulls at the corner of his mouth. “Well, ok. Go ahead.” He hands the brush over to you and then just stands there as you figure out the mechanics.

“You’re gonna have to sit on the floor.” You gesture with the brush and so he does as you ask and takes a seat in front of the couch as you wriggle into a better position. You’re then faced with the magnificent red mane of hair and run your hand over it. You’ve never actually brushed anyone else’s hair and are suddenly worried about catching any knots. Concentrating furiously, you tease out a section and then brush the ends first before carefully working your way up to the roots and then finally combing through right over his scalp. To your surprise, he leans his head back a little more and practically purrs as it makes contact.

“Ohhh, that feels good, babygirl. You can take as long as you want with this, lemme tell ya.”

You smile delightedly and set about the rest with more confidence, working through it in sections and taking time to run your fingers through it as you go. You brush it forward over his shoulders and sneak in a little neck rub which after a short while has him tipping his head back so that you can plant a kiss on to his forehead.

“You’re spoiling me here, babygirl - gonna braid it for me, too?”

“Of course,” You smile and gently push his head forward again and start to brush again so that you can carefully separate the thick, red locks into three even sections. Once you’re satisfied you begin to cross the sections over in a tight, neat braid. All the way down until there’s just a few inches of hair and at that point you take the elastic and tie the whole thing off.

He tips his head back again and you smile. “Is it my turn now?”

You keep smiling, but your brow furrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

He half turns and reaches around your waist with one arm. “C’mon down here and lemme do yours.”

Your eyes widen and you slide down off the couch to get into position, sat between his long, stretched out legs. You settle in and then have the wonderful sensation of his big hands on your head, gently stroking all your long hair back and smoothing it down. He picks up the brush and begins to work methodically with a gentleness belied by his general outward appearance. You feel him carefully ensuring that you have an even parting and then he takes one half and lays it over your shoulders and then you sigh with pleasure as you feel his lips press to the side of your neck, his stubble scratching over your skin.

“This really is nice, isn’t it?”

“Mmhmm,” he replies, lips still moving against you. “I’m gonna put you in pigtails, babygirl - I think that’ll look real cute.”

You giggle and nod and then hold still as he turns your head slightly with one hand and commences to braiding. He gets to the end and clearly realises that he needs an elastic and so shifts about to get his hand into his pocket, rummaging around until he finds one and then fixes it in place. He picks up the brush again and works on the other side and you can’t help pushing your head against it in order to get a scalp massage of sorts from the bristles. He chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

“Babygirl, you’re just like a kitten. Now, let’s get this braid all done, huh?”

You sit still again as he separates out the hair and methodically plaits it all the way down and this time you slip a hair elastic off your wrist and hold it up. He plucks it from your fingers and twists it around to fix the braid and then pats your hip.

“C’mon - hop up now.” You get to your feet and he follows you up and then sets his hands around your waist as he smiles down at you. “Yup, I knew it - my babygirl is pretty as a picture.”

“His and hers braids,” you reply, tossing your head side to side so that your pigtails dance. You reach for his and use the end to tickle his nose. “So, now that you made me all pretty, where are we going?”

You make a small jump and he boosts you up so that you can wrap your legs around his waist as he holds you.

“Well… seeing as our hair is all tied up good, why don’t we hop on the bike and go find lunch?”

You nod happily and press a kiss to his lips before he walks from the room to head to the garage with you still clinging to him like a koala.