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“Your hair is so soft”, Phop murmurs. “Can I brush it?”
They are in the kitchen, surrounded by flowers and dishes on drying racks. It’s been raining on and off all day, the sound of it comforting background music. The air in their apartment is hot and humid, so they both stripped down to their underwear.
Being naked around Phop is a new experience for Nuth. It feels safe and natural in a way she’s not used to. When Phop looks at her, it’s like he sees her for who she is. Nuth likes being naked around him. This is her body in its purest form, not shaped by clothes and society.
Phop’s hair is still wet from being in the rain. Small droplets of water are running down his back and dripping onto the floor. He had to leave for work. Nuth was writing her script but her crappy old laptop kept overheating and shutting down and when the ventilation once again gave out with a sigh, Nuth looked up from the black screen to find the flat empty and silent.
Nuth doesn’t like it when Phop leaves. She doesn’t like to be reminded that there’s an outside, a whole world surrounding them, threatening to tear down what they have built. But it’s okay for now because Phop has returned to her.
“You’re back,” Nuth smiles.
“I will always come back,” Phop promises.
Phop knows where the hair brush is, they’ve done this before. It’s in the little cupboard by the window. Nuth’s special cupboard. The brush lies next to Nuth’s shaving supplies, her make up case and her jewelry.
There are also three bottles of nail polish, Phop added those. He loves getting his nails painted.
Phop’s fingers are gentle as they caress Nuth’s head for a while before he starts to comb through her hair. There’s not much to brush, really, but it still feels nice. Nuth’s been thinking about letting her hair grow out a little more. At this moment, it feels like something she could do. Phop would like it.
“You’re beautiful,” Phop says quietly and Nuth believes him.