ROs reaction to someone playing with their hair? Thanks!!
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Gael would love it, but they would prefer to be the one playing with their lover's hair.
"Come here, amor," they tell you, tapping their thighs to show you the most perfect pillow. "I'm going to give you some Cafuné."
You smile and take no time to rest your head on their legs. Closing your eyes, you feel long, lean fingers caressing your scalp, tangling on your locks so, so slowly. Gael hums a song that you don't recognise, but the vibrations in their chest feel homely. Their fingers travel tentatively to your neck before returning their attention to your hair. You fall asleep before you even realise you were tired.
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It would take a while for Neli to be comfortable with someone touching their hair, and even then they'd try to hide how much they enjoy it:
You never understood how can someone have this much hair. Dark waves fall along Cornelia's shoulders and back while she reads, framing her picture as much as hiding her. She turns a page of her book—the words are in a language you have never seen before—, and the movement causes a hair lock to fall over her cheek. She seems unbothered, completely absorbed in the story in front of her. Perhaps she has even forgotten that you are there at all.
Your hand moves on its own to fix her hair, placing the rogue lock behind her pointy ear. Drifting away in the soft feeling of Cornelia's hair, you caress further, fingers finding their way to the back of her neck. You twist the strands between your index and middle fingers, following the length of it along her shoulders. Only then you realise how stiff Cornelia seems to be. She has not turned a page in a long time, and her cheeks gained a red-ish colour. You chuckle when she finally remembers to breathe.
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Flann not only would love it, but would make sure to ask for it as much as they possibly can. Puppy-kitten behaviour.
"Hey." Flann greets you as he walks towards the sofa where you mindlessly scroll down the Netflix catalogue. "Found something good?"
"Nothing at all," you say, giving him space to sit beside you, but instead he sits on the floor in front of you. Places his head on your thighs and wraps his strong arms around your legs. "What are you doing?" you chuckle.
"Waiting."
"For what?"
Flann doesn't answer, and tries to hide his pouting lips with a smile. He holds your hand and places it on the longer strands of his haircut. It takes a while for you to get what he was trying to say, and you laugh when he moves his head against you, pleading for pets.
"You're so spoiled," you tell him, but don't even try to refuse his request. You play with his hair with one hand, running your fingers through the fiery-red waves, while still searching for something to watch with the other. The comfortable silence between you is broken by a deep, low sound and a vibration. "Are you purring?!"
