Page 86 of Cut Me Down

“Yeah.” She says as she smiles, tempting me to close the gap between our lips once again.

“Well, you can use it on me after the cut. Except for the soap, you can use that on me later.” She bites her lower lip at my comment.

“That is really good, young man! I have got to use that! Ashia, sign me up for one of those bars.” Charlie barks out as he lazily fans his hand towards the counter. I start to cackle, and she gently hits my shoulder as she laughs with me.

“Would you sit down! You’re going to make him worse.” She turns her attention back to the old man. “No soap for you Charlie.” She laughs, points at him like she’s scolding a child, and continues cutting his hair. I sit, even though I don’t want too. Playfully pouting like I’m in a time-out. I want to grab her by her waist and prove to every mother fucker in here who she belongs to. Especially Charlie. That old fart is too comfortable with how he talks to her.

Fuck, look at her…she looks so happy. Her steps have a little more bounce, and I don’t think her smile has left her face since I walked in. I would do anything to make sure her smile never leaves. Hopefully after the next couple of days, it won’t.

I have plans to take her somewhere, well, a couple of places, to really show her how much she means to me. I hope it doesn’t make her feel too uncomfortable, but the thought of her shaking underneath me only fuels my lust for her.

She finishes up with Charlie, and he goes to walk out, but stops beside me. Eyeing me up and down before pointing his finger at my face. Warning me much in the same way Ashia did to him.

“Whatever you’re doing young man, you better keep it up. Her smile is one of the brightest.” I nod at him, and he leaves.

Well played, Charlie. Well played. I walk back up as she cleans up.

“So, do I get special Charlie treatment after my cut?” I lean against the half wall again.

“I'm not singing in front of all of these people.” She says, gesturing to all of the other clients being serviced. Giggling cheerfully like a schoolgirl as I gently grab her hand and pull her to me. Circling my arms around her waist and holding her close. I just can't keep my hands off of her. Her soft lips collide with mine for only a couple of seconds before she gently pushes away. Looking up at me with those glee filled, golden globes.

“You mean you won’t howl for me, little wolf?” She bites the inside of her mouth to keep her smile from growing wider. If that was possible.

“Sit down in the chair, you big lug.” I'm going to bend her over this chair later, but for now I do what she says.

“Whatever you want, baby.” I sit down, and I knew she was short, but even sitting in her barber’s chair, the top of my head comes up to her chest. Almost to her chin. She’s so cute. It looks like she’s going to hold her arms out and ask me for upsies. I’ll walk around with her attached to my back like a spider-monkey any time.

“So,sir, what can I do for you?” She bobs her head lightly. Pretending to be annoyed while I raise a brow.

“You’re trying to be cute.”

“Maybe.” She bites her bottom lip again as she smiles, showing off those piercing canines I love so much.

“Whatever you want.” Her eyes widen, and she taps her chin with her index finger in faux contemplation.

“Hmm, whatever I want? How about a mullet? A Mohawk? Oh no, that's right, you want a lightening bolt on the side like all the other kids right?” She lets out a short giggle, and I nod.

“Oh yeah, absolutely. All of those things.” She lets out a genuine laugh and fuck it gets me hard. Once she comes down from her amusement, she shakes her head.

“Don’t worry I won’t actually do any of that.”

“I know. Just do whatever you want.” She pouts slightly, like she doesn’t want to do it.

“But I like your long hair.”

“Then keep it longer.” I reassure her. It’s not that long. It has grown over my ears and down my neck a little. Plus the front is long enough to touch the tip of my nose, but either I normally push it back and out of the way, or she does it for me. She does love my hair, I’ve noticed that. It could be because of her profession, but knowing her it's because of how soft it is. She fidgets with her hands, so she likes something soothing to play with. I’d let her play with my hair all day if it meant her touching me.

She begins her work and she’s so tedious, even as she sprays my hair down with her water bottle. Well, before delivering a playful squirt to my face. I can’t help but rear back and scrunch my face as she laughs.

“So, what are you doing here? I figured you’d have work today.” She says raising her eyebrows. Reminding me not to say anything to vital.

“I told everyone to take it easy today after last night. We did enough damage to hold off a few days, and I wanted to give people time to mourn Henry. Plus, I just had to see you.” She shifts her gaze back to me, and her cheeks flush.

“Well, good. Does that mean I get you all to myself?”

“You’re damn right you do.” She smiles as her hands gently begin running through my hair and her face focuses once again. She starts to trim my hair, and I’ve never noticed how good hair cuts feel. Her fingers gently pulling every section, her comb lightly scratching my scalp with every swipe, and then those delicate fingers running through to check what she cut. It takes me back to early this morning, right before I fell asleep. About thirty minutes before she got ready for work.

She was laying on my chest with one of my arms wrapped around her, her hand entangled in my own as our legs weaved through one another. I'm assuming she thought I had fallen asleep already, but she ran her fingers through my hair one last time before she reached up and lightly kissed me on the cheek. Again, so innocent and miniscule to others, but little things like that are a big step for her. I’ll take every step I can.

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