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fluff blurb: You can’t keep your hands off of Schlatt’s soft and fluffy brown locks and Schlatt can’t tell you to stop.
Fluffy. So fluffy. Your fingers started tangling themselves in Schlatts’ hair as you watched some movie on the TV. You both agreed to stay on the couch after you finished dinner and begin binge-watching old movies. Once the binging started, you lay down on the couch with Schlatts’ head resting comfortably on your chest.
“Hey,” Schlatt grumbled “No, don’t touch my hair. I wanna focus on the movie.” He firmly grasped your wrist and dragged it away from his head, holding it in his hand.
You stared down at him to argue, “What does it have to do with me messing with your hair?”
“Cuz.” He liked it too much. A tingling sensation would rush over his scalp and travel all the way to his spine whenever your fingers grazed through his chestnut locks. Oddly enough, it was very soothing. And it was soothing enough for him just to fall asleep. "I'm going to fall asleep." He said in a weakened yet relaxed tone.
“Alriiight.” Your palm was now resting on the nape of his neck, and it required all of your focus to refrain from softly massaging it, as this would have the same effect as playing with his hair. “Your hair is just really soft, especially after you shower.” You stated. It also smelt amazing.
“Hmm.” That was all that he replied as you both continued watching the movie. The movie playing was called Apocalypse Now, a 1979 psychological war film starring Marlon Brando. Set in 1970 Vietnam, Captain Willard, played by Martin Sheen, takes a perilous and increasingly hallucinatory journey upriver to find and terminate Colonel Kurtz. Not even five minutes passed before Schlatt sighed, “Never mind” and brought your hand back up to his head “Keep doing it.” He said almost sounding defeated. You don’t move for a few seconds so he shifts look up at you with his eyebrows raised. Well?
You raised your brows. Well? What if you pulled his strings, like just a little-
“Please?”
Deciding to not tease him this time since he asked so softly, you do as he asked and run your fingers through his hair, gently scratching up each time. Schlatt breathed in relief as the familiar tingling sensation returned. This week was exhausting for him and he really didn't care all that much about the film. He repositioned himself on top of you, his cheek pressing on your neckline. You grinned, knowing that it was a win-win situation for the both of you.
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