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"Oh, Kitten. Your hair," Clint smile-frowned as he helped Darcy off the back of the motorcycle.
"What about it?" Darcy asked as Clint unbuckled the helmet strap beneath her chin and lifted it off her head. She'd put it in a low bun before they'd hopped on the bike, they'd never done her wrong before, but evidently there was a first for everything. "Oh, shit," she mumbled as she felt where the bun should have been at the base of her neck. There was still a low-ponytail there, but the bun had fallen at some point in the ride and the loose hair was a jumbled mess.
Clint leaned forward and kissed her cheek, "Nothing a good hair brushing from Daddy can't solve."