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Sleep had consumed the two, snuggled together in their shared bed of their shared home.
During nights like this, when there was no alarm set for the next morning, Dogma and Tup could simply stay in bed the whole day after a night together if they wanted to.
As this was time off from it all for a brief moment at least. A respite in their lives as they knew them to be now. From their work mainly though, now that the war was over and they both had jobs rather than being soldiers for someone else’s war.
The evening before, having enjoyed a great meal together before turning in early, showing all the love they had for each other in so many ways, then falling asleep in each other's arms, was well heaven. For the two who had endured such hardships in the war. Not that the other clones had not.
Alas for Tup and Dogma, had still been rather young when thrown to the war. And there had been issues… but those were all in the past now, with a new lease in life for them both.
And so, here they were living their best lives, together.
Tup, in addition to loving his parter Dogma, loved his hair very much so. Tup being totally proud of the long curls of his, keeping them the same even after the war.
And why should be not be proud of his crown of halo on top of his head?!
As not all of the clones despite sharing the same DNA had a luxury set of on top of their head.
But Tup did. And guess sometimes, in the past, he had gotten comments of his hair not being exactly according to the set codes of a trooper, the regulations of GAR. Not wanting to cut it though, Tup had mostly kept this hair in a rather tight bun. Not that much on display under the bucket. Nor for anyone to see.
Alas now, as they were free citizens, Tup let it go all wild!
Well, as wild as he could get away with it even in this life as he was still working for someone else, and there were dress codes and all in place. And so, keeping his hair in a braid or a ponytail when at work. And only during leisure time, did Tup let it all hang out. His hair that is!
Dogma loved Tup’s hair. Of course he did. He loved Tup. Period. But the hair…
Dogma was always offering to wash it, to brush it, to braid it, whatever really Tup needed to be done.
Combing, caressing the hair of Tup’s during their down time. And well, holding it during the more intimate moments of theirs, as it was, great for that purpose too!
But sometimes, when it was all let loose, the hair could really get in the way.
Tup, not a light sleeper at all and the fact that he tossed and turned all around, hogged the bed, spreading his limbs across it all, well, guess that was all fine, Dogma not the one to complain. He really did not mind Tup sleeping all over him. Rather on the contrary, enjoying the sleepy cuddles he got by accident from his partner.
But, there was one thing Dogma was none too fond of.
That was, waking up with a rather large size lock of Tup’s curly hair in his mouth!
As it did happen on occasion, especially after a rather restless night of Tup’s. The former trooper still having a few of those with bad dreams involved ending up curling around and on top of his partner during said nightmares.
Dogma, could deal with it of course. But, still, having chewed on the lock during his sleep, well… kind of irked the man to some extent. Alas, again, Dogma could could deal with. Using humour instead of anger to cope with he aftermath.
As the two were partners in everything and anything. And therapy had taught Dogma certain ways to deal with his anger issues as well.
And so, a discussion ensued of the same. Finally. After a moment where Dogma was once again brushing the long locks of his partner, Tup.
“Tup, sweetie, you’re hair is hardly regulational.”
“Wot? Does it even matter now? We’re not in the GAR any more.”
“Well, no. But… I woke up with a bunch of hair in my mouth this morning again and it was… yours.”
“So, can’t blame it on the tooka then?”
“Nope, we have two hairless kittens so, no.”
“Oh, well, do you want me to cut it off then?”
Tup felt a tad awful, as he knew what Dogma went through during Tup’s bad nights. Then again, he really loved his hair. They both did, so…
Dogma looked at his partner, really gazed into his eyes.
Reaching out, touching the soft curls falling all over Tup’s face.
“I would never want you to do that.” Dogma was smiling, the humorous approach was still the best method and it usually always worked instead of fighting. Something the two had done in the beginning, a lot. Before, well, therapy. “But, perhaps, tie your hair down, ya know, before we fall asleep.”
Tup thought about the idea for a moment, as clearly, Dogma wasn’t angry at him.
“Sounds like a good plan, love.”
Tup leaned in kissing Dogma, his hair getting tangled between their lips, tasting his own curls, Well… guess Tup got to taste some of his own medicine after all!
“Yeah… guess you really are onto something there. I really should tie my hair!”
They both laughed, Tup grabbing his hair and tying it into a knot before leaning in for another kiss. After all, they were off the clock, having all the time in the galaxy to love each other for long long moments.