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♖: Having their hair washed by the other
“My mom always used to do this for me when I was little,” she muses from her perch above him on the lip of the tub.
Adrien supposes it ought to be embarrassing, asking his girlfriend to wash his hair for him while his arm’s still healing in its cast, but he can’t find it in himself to be bothered. Instead he feels a surge of warm affection for the way Marinette takes her time working the shampoo through his wet hair, mussing it and giggling at the way she can make it stand on end.
Her fingers work against his scalp, massaging at his temples, working their way towards the hard ridge behind his ears and back again. He lets out a low, contented sigh when she splays her hands out wide along his skull and pulls his head back to lay a soft peck on his forehead.
“Keep your eyes closed, I’m going to rinse,” she tells him and reaches for the bucket of water sitting on the floor.
“Is it going to be cold?” his nose crinkles as he grimaces, eyes screwed shut.
She chuckles at this, “You don’t get to complain, I’m doing you a favor!”
“Sorry,” he shrugs apologetically, “I’m not used to getting bathed by a pretty girl. Do your worst.” His whole body tenses, bracing for the sudden chill.
It doesn’t come, or at least not right away. He cracks open an eye, sees Marinette poised above him with the bucket gripped in one hand. He’d expected her face to be wry, a cunning smirk eager to douse him.
Instead she smiles down at him, radiant and smitten, like her heart is full to bursting and it just might bubble out of her and into the tub with him. She bends, tilting up his chin so that she can catch his mouth with hers, before breaking away with a soft hum.
The water sluices over his head.
It’s warm.