Fingers, long and thin, worked the shampoo in her hair. Hazama honestly loved how red it was, and that she would allow him the privilege to clean it. He was gentle, tender even, as his fingers scraped against his scalp.
She moans softly, his fingers working the shampoo into a lather. “If I’d known you enjoyed your hair washed, I’d have done it sooner,” he laughs. He presses a kiss to lips, sweet and chaste.
“You should let me wash your hair next,” Sayuri murmurs. Hazama carefully rinses out the shampoo, making sure not to get not to get it into her silvery eyes. With her head fully tilted back, he presses a kiss to her throat. She hums lightly.
“I don’t see why not,” he replies. He finished, letting her sit up. They switched positions and he chuckles lightly as Sayuri carefully wets his hair. “I don’t know why you’d want to.”
“Because I like your hair,” she states simply. She picks up his shampoo, a scentless thing, and works it into his hair. Unlike Sayuri’s fine strands, his hair was difficult. It took her a long while of effort, but she managed to detangle the strands. Hazama begins chuckling at her efforts.
Sayuri happily begins to lather the thicker strands, pleased that she’d managed them thus far. Hazama sighs, nibbling on her collarbone and pressing kisses on her shoulders. Sayuri giggled softly when he pulls her close. He simply squeezes his arms, holding her.
She carefully rinses his hair, making sure that the soap was no where near his eyes. Hazama sighs, pleased when the shower finishes. They dry each other’s hair, Sayuri first at Hazama’s insistence. Sayuri begins giggling as she dries his thick strands of hair. They were sticking up in their typical fashion.
Hazama sighs, tolerantly allowing her to run her fingers through his hair. “My hair is going to stay like this for a day or so.” Sayuri giggles some more, her lips curled into a smile. Hazama’s own lips begin to curl, her smile was contagious.
“That’s fine,” she murmurs. “I like your hair like this better.” He chuckles indulgently. He didn’t mind this, he guessed. Though he wouldn’t be able to go to work the next day. He noticed the extra sway to her hips as she turned to get her clothes. Well…She wouldn’t be going to work either.