Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - "I love you."; literally: "I will know you forever."
Cyar'ika - darling, beloved, sweetheart
For reference for Tup hair in a bun, though most already know. (IMAGE NOT MINE)
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*A/N: I'm going to try to update this and my other story weekly.*
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"Sit still, goofball," I giggle when Tup moves his head out of my reach. I sit on my couch in my apartment. My boyfriend, Tup, is sitting on the ground in front of me. One of my legs on each side of him. His hair falls just short of his shoulders. Tup is the only clone that I've seen with long hair. Surprisingly keeping his hair in good condition. That was what made him stick out, but what made me lured to him was his personality, loyalty, and cleverness. Then as I got to know Tup, he showed me his soft, loving side.
"You're going to pull my hair," he whines, with his hands over his head. I laugh at his childlike fit. I place his hands back into his lap, leaning over his body. My arms are on both sides of him holding his hands in place, my head is resting on his shoulder.
"I wouldn't purposefully pull your hair. Not yet at least," I whisper into his ear, teasing him by kissing his neck below his ear. His breathing becomes heavy, I smirk into his neck. Tup huffs, in annoyance, when I pull my head back. I sit up straight, grab the hairbrush beside me and start to gently comb through his hair. Making sure not to tug his hair, I get out all the tangles. Running my fingers through his hair a few times, I think about the hairstyle I want to try.
"How would you feel about a half-man bun?" I ask curiously, he bends his head back to rest against the couch cushion looking up at me with a perplexed look.
"A half-man bun?" Tup questions, I motion for him to look forward once more.
"Yeah, do you know what that is?" the clone shakes his head not looking at me. "Just wait and see." I split his hair into two sections; Gathering the top part of his hair. Leaving the bottom untouched.
I take the brush and smoothen out the bumps in the gathered hair. I hear Tup start to hum melodies as I brush through his hair. Once I was happy with the result I ask for the hair tie that was around my boyfriend's wrist.
"Here you go, ma'am," he says with fondness, handing it back to me, my cheeks flood with warmth. Thankfully Tup is not facing me, unable to see the effect he has on me. I clear my throat before responding.
"Thank you, good sir," I take the black hair tie and begin to wrap it around the hair in my other hand. I pull his hair fully through once, then I pull his hair through again but not fully. Pulling the hair about halfway, making a loop. I wrap the hair tie around the loop of hair, stretching it around the hair, securing it tightly. Gently tugging the looped hair, making the bun a little bigger. I comb the remaining hair smoothing it out.
"Okay, done! Turn around!" I say, excited to see the results. Tup maneuvers his body to face me.
"What do you think?" he asks as I look at his hairdo, I tilt my head to the side.
"Hm, it's missing something," I voice my thoughts, the bun is the look for him. Then a lightbulb went off. "I got it! Turn around, please." He turns around as requested.
I take the half-man bun out, placing the hair tie around my wrist. Rebrushing through his hair, starting over. I gather all his hair together little by little. Collecting Tup's hair by combing it into my hand, smoothing it out. When I finally gather all his hair a little above the crown of his head, I wrap the hair tie around his hair once more and make a bun. The clone's hair is at a perfect length where the bun is small, and no hair sticks out. His hairdo is a neat samurai bun also known as a topknot.
"You can turn around again," Tup turns around to face me. I smile automatically loving the hairstyle on him. I pick up a handheld mirror and face it towards him. "What do you think?"
"Woah, I like it, thank you," he says, smiling into the mirror looking at himself. "Was is this hairstyle called?"
"This is called a top knot or in simple terms, a bun," after placing the mirror down, I adjust small pieces of his hair. He sighs and leans into my touch. "I love your hair," I mumble, putting the finishing touches.
"Just my hair?" he teases, leaning his head into my thigh. Tup smirks up at me, I return it with a loving smile.
"I love your tattoo... your eyes... your smile... and your lips," I lean down placing pecks, in between my words, on his teardrop tattoo under his eye. Moving to the corner of his eye, then the corner of his mouth, finishing with one directly on his lips. I feel him smiling against my lips as I pull away. "I especially love you."
"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum," he responds with passion.
"I adore you when you speak Mando'a," I say, cupping his cheeks in my hands, I see a blush rise on his cheeks.
"Oh yeah?" he mutters in a seductive tone.
"Mm-hmm," I hum in response looking him in the eye. His gaze fills with lust and love.
"About what you said earlier, Cyar'ika," he says in a husky tone. In a second he stands up, bringing me over his shoulder. I squeal into his back as he makes his way into our bedroom.
