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He makes sure to be gentle as he runs his thick fingers through her hair.
Pepa sits on the edge of her bed with Félix behind her and a bathrobe gently draped around her slender frame. Her red curls are damp and heavy and are framing her face elegantly, like an ocean of sunlight that shines brightly.
She’s happily humming to herself, and Félix can’t help but smile as he sees her lightly move her fingers up and down quickly from excitement. Her voice is like music to his ears, like that of an angel.
He leans forward and kisses her cheek, her hair smells like fresh roses after the bath they had shared together. She’s wonderful, she makes his heart burn bright like a never ending fire. She was fierce with a mysterious allure around her that he could never get enough of, and he truly cherished this tender moment between them.
He does his best to make sure to untangle any possible knots in her hair with his fingers, and immediately stops every time Pepa stops her humming, giving him a light “huff” as a response. Her hair was really sensitive, especially around her scalp, and he knew he needed to have great care and patience with it. Not that he minded, every second with Pepa was a second well spent, and he truly wanted to pamper his girlfriend on their three month anniversary.
It had truly been a wonderful day, with Félix having taken her out for dinner where they had shared a wonderful meal and a glass of wine. It had been special, and the sun had been shining brightly with no clouds in sight for the whole day. The hours had passed, and he had returned her to the Madrigal household long after sunset. Then, with the help of Julieta, Pepa had managed to sneak Félix into her room where they had shared a relaxing bath together. The water had been pleasantly warm and filled with rose-scented bubbles, and the two had tenderly washed each other’s hair while stealing shy kisses from each other. He had made sure to rinse her hair thoroughly before giving her a well deserved massage. It had truly been such a wonderful and sweet moment, and the smile hadn’t left Félix's face even once.
He kisses her cheek again as he untangles the last of the knots. Pepa’s hair is still a wild mane of curls, and he knew he could get lost in them.
“Do you want me to braid it for you, mi vida?”
The question is asked gently, he’s making sure to not speak too loudly when the atmosphere is so gentle. He enjoys the natural quietness the two currently share, and she turns around. They share a smile, and Pepa’s eyes almost meet her gaze, green orbs focusing right above his nose right where she was comfortable with staying, which meant that he got a view while she didn’t. She nods back.
“I’d love too.”
“Then a braid you will get,” he answers. He looks at her. Pepa looks absolutely beautiful in her bathrobe with her long hair framing her face, hanging over her shoulders. Her eyes are twinkling. Dangerous , he thought, he could easily get lost in them. “Can I kiss you?”
She nods, and he does. Their lips gently meet each other, she’s soft and delicate and tastes vaguely of fruit and the wine they had shared. His whole body feels whole, and it feels like it’s over way too soon when they once again part. There’s sparks of electricity running through his veins, and as he looks at her, he knows he’s the luckiest man alive. He adores her.
Pepa once again turns around with a giggle, and Félix sees how she’s happily fidgeting with her hands. He carefully takes her hair and divides it into three parts and then begins. He braids it slowly, making sure to be as delicate as possible to not hurt Pepa’s scalp and make her feel comfortable, but firm enough so that the braid won’t become undone or hang too loosely. He knew Pepa hated the feel of a braid that was too loose almost as much as she hated sleeping with her hair down. It always became an impossible tangled mess, she told him, and she never managed to relax when all she could focus on was how wrong it made her feel. She was aware of every single strand out of place.
He enjoys the moment and cherishes in the innocent intimacy. Pepa is once again humming to herself, and Félix wants to stay like this forever. Just the two of them in their little happy moment. Strands of soft hair are being laid over each other, her magnificent curls finally contained, and soon he’s done. He makes sure to tie it properly, and finishes off by kissing her cheek.
“All done, my vida.”
He sees how Pepa reaches for her hair and touches everywhere to inspect it. After a few seconds of thinking, she gives him a happy smile and nods, showing that he has braided it in a way she liked. Félix swore his heart stopped beating as he looked at the gorgeous woman he called his girlfriend. Her slight gap between her front teeth were visible, and there was no more adorable sight in the world. Pepa was truly perfect.
He felt honored that she had approved his braid, the one he had but so much love and care into. He opens his arms wide and waits for her to embrace him into a warm hug. She does, nuzzling her head into his shoulder as she squeezes him tight. She’s strong, way too strong for someone with her tiny frame, but he enjoys her tight hugs.
Félix kisses the top of her forehead and he sees how her cheeks flush.
“I love you, mi vida.”
The warmth in Pepa’s room immediately becomes at least ten degrees hotter, and the air feels almost painfully humid. There’s a rainbow above them that sparkles under the lights in her room. While it was in the middle of the night outside, completely dark with the stars and moon being the only thing lighting up the sky, no one would ever guess it if they entered Pepa’s room at that moment.
“And I love you, Félix,” she answers as their embrace tightens. Félix kisses her lips once more and she returns it. Afterwards, she yawns and the two of them immediately realize how late it is. Pepa gets up from her bed and retrieves her nightgown from her wardrobe, while throwing Félix a pair of pajamas he had snuck into her room when he had first begun to stay over in secret. They change in complete silence, yet Félix can’t help but think about how gorgeous his vida looks as she strips out of her bathrobe. She giggles as he sees him eyeing, and both of them blush.
They cuddle up next to each other, with Félix lying on his back with Pepa lying on her side, embracing him tightly with Félix’s chest acting as a pillow for her head.
Félix adored moments like these, where he could imagine himself and Pepa living in domestic bliss for the rest of their lives. It was a future he looked forward to, when they would fall asleep in their arms every single night. It was gentle and innocent, and it made him feel so alive. It was true and made him feel alive.
He presses a last kiss onto her head before both of them fall asleep, happy and exhausted after a long day.