Lyer & Aluraios | Hair Scene Part 1
"Up or down?" Lyer mused at the silvered glass, one hand clasping his hair midway along its length as it hung over his shoulder. He turned an annoyed glare on the thick bunch as if his indescision was all the black mane's fault, and then turned the glare onto the reflection behind him as a soft chuckle wafted over from the edge of the bed.
"Oh, I definately prefer it up." Aluraios grinned, tilting his head, the cheek resting on his hand as he lay propped up by one elbow. "But if we're talking about hair then, up, you haven't worn it up to any Court recently."
Lyer's own soft voice joined in the laughter as he turned to face his lover, throwing the bundle of hair behind him to swing loose. "Well, if you want to help, you're welcome." He lobbed a bristle-brush at the fireborn, who ducked the gently - for the vampire -thrown object before settling back into place on the blue blankets.
Stretching lazily over to pick the brush up, Aluraios raised an eyebrow at it, "Help with the hair you mean?"
"'Rios!" Lyer shook his head in mock exasperiation, stalking over to sit on the edge of the bed in the curve of Aluraios's languid body, and kissing the soft lips that followed the golden-brown eyes up to meet his. Resting a hand on Aluraios's waist, rubbing the skin through the soft green lounging robe, the other drifted up to run his fingers through the soft white hair that covered his shoulders and spilled onto the bed. "You're wearing yours long tonight then? Seeing as you generally start on yours hours before me."
The fireborn laughed, sitting up smoothly with Lyer's hand still caressing his scalp, "Is it my turn to get mistaken for the woman you mean." He nodded sideways to the chest by the bed where a pair of his hair-cuffs were laid out, "I'll put those on later." Wielding the brush he loosely wrapped his arms round the other's shoulders, starting to brush out the black cloak. "How do you want me to do it anyway?"
"Assuming you mean the hair, coiled up round the top with braids out the center. You'll have to use the clips from the box though. Although, as it's you, I could be wrong to assume... Owww!" He jerked back, dropping his hand from where it nestled in the crook of his partner's waist as Aluraiod tugged slightly on the brush.
"I meant the hair," Long fingers gently massaged the pulled skin in apology, coaxing Lyer closer to him, the gesture tempered slightly by the attempt at an innocent look on the sunperson's slightly raptorial features. "Turn round though, solar, it's hard to brush from here." He murmured, after a few more strokes, learning in to nuzzle a strand of hair.
© Clare Selley 2009
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