"Please," Ashiko said, her voice quiet but firm as she shortened the distance between them and reached out with her free hands, her smaller, warmer fingers stilling his. Those clothes made the parting—the finality—much more real than it had inside the tavern. "I want to."
She took over loosening the tie, extricating it in the quick and painless way that only a life time of fussing with fluffy, curly, rebellious hair could properly teach. She wound it around two fingers so as not to lose it in the gloom of the evening, and carefully drew her fingers through his hair once, twice, three times before using the comb. It was, perhaps surprisingly, just as functional as it was decorative, and helped her take care of the smaller knots her fingers missed.
A little more forward than she would be under normal circumstances, yes. But this wasn't normal, by any stretch of the word, and was probably the last chance she would ever have.
no subject
She took over loosening the tie, extricating it in the quick and painless way that only a life time of fussing with fluffy, curly, rebellious hair could properly teach. She wound it around two fingers so as not to lose it in the gloom of the evening, and carefully drew her fingers through his hair once, twice, three times before using the comb. It was, perhaps surprisingly, just as functional as it was decorative, and helped her take care of the smaller knots her fingers missed.
A little more forward than she would be under normal circumstances, yes. But this wasn't normal, by any stretch of the word, and was probably the last chance she would ever have.