Neko

davidstrider:

His fingers running through your hair are a heavenly sensation, but when he’s done, you fake a modeling expression, facetiously flamboyant. Just as the fauxhawk collapses and the shower washes away some of the suds from your hair. A comical trickle of bubbles runs down your cheek. You scoop it from your face and place a dollop in his hair, before reaching through a cloud of steam for the shampoo bottle.

TG: your turn

You squeeze generous amounts of shampoo into your hands and transfer it to John’s hair. Dexterous fingers work up a thick lather in good time and you play with it, gently guiding his soapy hair upwards, most of the dark black hidden by white foam. You’re trying for Marie Antoinette but in all honesty you’ve gotten it more to  a demented ice cream cone.

TG: shit dude
TG: you look like jimmy neutron

The overall effect makes you snort. You quash it back down to a regular mess and play with it in hopes of getting it to resemble something cool, but in the end it’s still John with a diminishing amount of shampoo in his hair and a blush, for whatever reason.

It’s cute.

You have to honestly fight the more animalistic parts of you from purring (perish the thought), though the retroactive ways in which you tilt your head towards his running fingers are an entertained notion. In the end, you watch his gaze in focus shift, and your smile is warm when you know he isn’t looking.

The watery suds trickle down your face, eventually dipping precariously close to your eye, and you tilt your head back into the running stream to wash the soap off, grinning stupidly all the while.

The tension in his shoulders is suddenly much more obvious. Your brow creases, and the unsettling feeling coiling about in your chest comes back.

EB: i’ve got another idea.

This time it is the soap you grab, working your hands into a moderate soapy lather, and gently grasping each of his shoulders.

EB: we’ve got to relax your muscles or something, i mean wow.
EB: you have the posture of a rock. 

Deep concern laces what normally construes as stark insensitivity. You gradually work your thumbs around his skin, untensing the muscles in every inch you could comfortably get to.

(Source: jonathanegbert)

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