After Carlos stands with me for a short while, making sure that Pagan is gone for some weird reason, he gestures for me to go sit in the chair. He runs his big hands through my hair carefully, and then a thought seems to hit him.

"How short do you want this to be?" He asks, fishing the comb and scissors from my pocket, being careful not to pull my hair.

"Not too short. Try to keep it long." I say, relaxing down into the gentle tugging of his hands and the comb. His hands freeze suddenly, and I frown, wondering why, but then it hits me.

"Did Vaas cut a chunk out of this or something!?" He asks, holding up the shorter section in the back, obviously more than pissed off. I had a small section of hair that was significantly shorter than the rest, smack dab in the middle of the rest of my hair.

I look down at my shoes. I had forgotten about that. When we had gone up against Vaas for the last time, he had held me captive, and in the process of my rescue I had lost a huge section of my hair to a machete.

"Why didn't you tell me, Gwen? I like your hair." He says, mumbling the last part, evidently not having planned to admit that out loud. I smile at his comment, and look up again.

"Just neaten it up for me?"

He sighs and resumes combing, but doesn't respond. I'll take that as a yes. The shorter section just brushes the back of my shoulders, so I'm going to lose almost a foot of hair. I hear Carlos mumble quietly behind me, and I turn to raise a brow at him.

"Repeat that please?" I almost laugh as he blushes even more.

"You… You're gonna need to take your shirt off or something." He mumbles, his face so red his shirt almost seems to pale in comparison. He looks almost like a tan tomato. I turn back around, and after making sure that I'm wearing a sports bra, slip my blue tank top off.

His hands stop moving through my hair, seemingly afraid of touching the skin revealed along the length of my back. After a few seconds of staring at the sight of my back to him in just my sports bra and jean shorts, he resumes combing out the last tangles in my dark hair.

He starts by trimming the short length evenly across, and I make sure not to move at the gentle sensation of his finger tips on my back and the brief touch of the scissors on my shoulder. He combs through it again, and he carefully starts trimming the longer strands of hair off, matching it to the short length.

I sit calmly, eyes closed, enjoying the gentle sensations of his hands and the comb through my hair. I hear him mumble something under his breath, and after some mental gymnastics, figure it out to be something along the lines of, "Fucking Vaas destroyed this."

Carlos combs through it once more and cuts the last section in the back, and hums in approval at his work. He comes around to the front, and his face explodes in a blush, but he checks the front, and finds that the length is much longer than the back.

Carefully, he goes about cutting the long strands to equal the back, and he accidentally grazes my left breast as he does so. He freezes in shock for about two seconds, but when I give no reaction, he breathes out and returns to hair cutting.

He finishes the front and checks for even length, and I open my eyes. He nods in approval, and catches my eye. I give him a smile, and he smiles slightly back.

"Looking good?" I ask, and he raises a brow.

"Yep. You're done." I stand up, and he brushes a long section of hair off of my shoulder. I run my hands through my now very much shorter hair, and shake the loose strands out of it. His calloused hands brush them off of my back, and I jerk slightly when they come precariously close to my ass.

I hear him step back and chuckle, before tucking the scissors and comb back in his pocket and grabbing the chair, bringing it back inside. I follow after him, putting my shirt back on as I do so. After heading up stairs and popping into the bathroom, I flick on the light, not quite sure what to expect.

My jaw drops at what I see. Carlos evidently did know how to cut hair well, as it was neatly cut to lay in one length all around my shoulders, the ends laying between my shoulder blades. I turn my head from side to side, admiring the way my hair shines in the light and the side part that had been fixed up.

"Wow. How the hell did he do that?" I ask quietly, and I hear his chuckle from behind me.

"I told you I knew how, Gwen." He says, coming into view and smirking his smug ass off.

I roll my eyes and turn to leave, with him watching me. I get a wicked expression on my face just as I'm about to leave and I smack him on the ass. I hear his yelp of surprise, followed by his evil sounding chuckle and grin. I take off running for the woods, laughing.

"Oh, you're shark bait Chica. Get back here!" He comes running after me, smiling all the way.