Hairy Issues

by

Licketysplat

"Minako, what part of me turns you on?"

And here she thought that she has had the whole gamut of questions fired at her as an idol.

Apparently not.

She stares wide-eyed at Rei, her spoonful of ice cream hovering in some perpetual limbo between her lips. Minako can't help but blink a few times, as if she cannot believe that her lover – the one sitting across from her, fingers steepled together and head cocked to one side in counterfeit innocence – had just asked her first blunt question of the day, the topic of which was hardly suitable for a quaint ice cream shop.

Minako finds that she is tasked with the monumental job of fighting down a rising blush as she ponders on Rei's inappropriate and very much off-tangent question. She tries to ignore the impish glint dancing in those violet eyes and makes a mental note to deal with her properly later on, in private.

She really doesn't have to think very hard on what about Rei that appeals the most to her. It's on show for the whole world to see after all.

Minako thinks about how she's always fighting for the hairbrush with Rei every morning just so she can comb her dark tresses, just so she can run her fingers through their silken softness and watch in wonder at how they part readily and shine.

She thinks about how they look like in bed and she shivers. She recalls how the strands tangle and intertwine with her blonde ones, falling over her moist skin to curl and cling to her possessively like slender raven fingers, claiming and wanting, matted and glistening. She remembers how they surge when her lover throws her head back in pleasure, cascading down her back in rivulets and pooling on the sheets like spreading ink on milky parchment.

She thinks about how they coil and flick in the air when Rei is fighting, like a striking serpent, cutting the air swiftly yet falling back down harmlessly in sheets of darkest raven in the end, so enrapturing, so feminine. She definitely remembers that blow to her back because she was too preoccupied with that bewitching sight.

She thinks about how she loves walking behind Rei just so she can admire her dark mane, admire how those tenuous strands swish and flow along with her haughty gait, elegantly rippling and ending at the small of her back, as though willing Minako's eyes to focus on her shapely posterior, unwilling to let them look away. And she remembers the surprised gasp that escaped that slender throat when she had eventually grabbed Rei's behind in the lift, the last restraints of control fleeing and long gone.

Minako notices Rei's raised eyebrow and half-smirk before she realizes that she has been blushing all the while. She flushes deeper and dots a single spot of ice cream onto Rei's nose with her index finger before replying softly:

"Your hair, Rei. Your hair."

AN: So this little tidbit popped into my head while I'm supposed to be mugging for my exams and refused to let go of my brain. In any case, I've always had a thing for long, swishy hair though it doesn't turn me on. Makes me high though. So, dear readers, what turns you on? XD Feel free to express any obsessions. I'm evil. Heh. Come on, entertain me. Mugging is making me stupid. o.0