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Kate is sitting rather stubbornly on her partners couch and holding her partners hand as she attempts to pull down her sleeve to check her shoulder.
“Osgood, I am fine, it’s a grade two shoulder sprain from a mission.” She looks at her face and drops her hand. Osgood’s hands migrate to her hair and her fingers get caught in knots.
“Can I?” Osgood pulls as lightly as she can and Kate laughs.
“Osgood, the last time someone else brushed my hair it was my wedding.” Osgood looks across at her and Kate laughs before sliding off the sofa in an undignified manner, Osgood had seen her in worse states anyway. Osgood gets up to grab the hairbrush from the little table in the bathroom.
She sits behind Kate, tucking her legs beneath her. “Your roots are showing too, I like it but do you want to deal with it later?” She pulls the brush through the knots and tangles and kisses at the brown patch where her roots are showing. Osgood briefly thought of the photo that Kate had shown her, a digital version of a photograph from 1996 where a thirty one year old Kate was smoking, her brown hair on full display, Osgood had quite liked the brown hair, although she was relived the smoking was a thing of the past.
”If you’re offering love.” She smiles.
After she has her hair brushed she stands, Kate feels Osgood pull her along to the bathroom. They don’t wash it out beforehand and Kate feels cold gloved hands on her head. “You’re freezing!” She removes her shirt to avoid getting dye on it and Osgood gently helps her get it off and over her sensitive shoulder, guiding the arm out.
She feels the bag being pulled onto her head and Osgood sits next to her. She waits until it reaches her ideal colour and then pulls it off. Kate walks to the bath and sits inside as Osgood slides behind her. She raises the shower head to the ideal height and then, after a few minutes, rubs over her hair with shampoo. She can’t entirely remember when she removed the gloves but as she rubs in the shampoo they are on the side of the tub. Osgood likes having Kate’s smell on her hands and they watch the shampoo rinse out with any excess dye, her fingernails brush against her scalp and Kate grins, she thinks about how long it’s been since someone has done something like this for her.
Osgood doesn’t know why she left to let Kate get dressed and she lingers outside the door. When she walks out she is in silk pyjamas and Osgood presses a warm kiss to her lips. “Thank you.” Kate whispers the words against Osgoods lips.