𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 | 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚡 𝙾𝙲 (𝟷𝟾+)

5 ~ Bonding Over Hair Dye

Ruth Rogers

"Do I have to change my last name to Holland now that we're basically married?" I ask Tom, looking at him in the mirror as he puts the black rubber gloves over his extremely attractive hands. He laughs and shakes his head as he mixes the bleach.

"Not if you don't want to. I find it cool how you have the same last name as Steve Rogers" He smiles, laughing louder and I swat my arm to hit him, missing.

"I'm angry at Steve since he left Bucky for some musty-ass pussy..." I cross my arms. He begins to put the bleach in my hair gently, his tongue sticking out as he concentrates.

"Yeah, me too honestly. Bucky has been through so much, but stayed for Steve, but Steve really said 'no, fuck you. I wanna get laid'" He laughs, running his fingers through my tips, making sure he doesn't pull on it. I smile and giggle, agreeing with him.

"Celebrity crush, go" He demands. I laugh at his bluntness.

"Sebastian Stan. He's so fine. You?" I watch his jaw clench when I mentioned the 39 year old so happily without a second thought.

"Emma Watson, loved her since Harry Potter came out as a movie... This has to sit for 15 to 30 minutes... Why so long" He mumbles, throwing his head back and groaning. I hum at his answer, becoming weirdly insecure as I picture the beautiful woman.

"You're so impatient" I giggle, thanking him for it. He smiles and messages my shoulders, sending a shiver up my spine as he makes eye contact with me through the mirror.

"'Course, Love. Imagine me with blonde hair" He pushes his curls back with his hand, his muscles in his shirt bulge, making my mouth go dry.

"Yeah, no. You'd look so bad" I chuckle at the thought.

"Gee, thanks... You're bi, right? Sorry if that was blunt, but you mentioned you had a girlfriend, but you like Sebastian Stan?" He questioned nervously, helping me wash the tips of my hair.

"Yeah, I am. Ever since I saw how hot Marvel women are, I couldn't resist" I giggle, sitting back on the chair as he mixes the purple dye, lathering it on the bleached tips. He hums, silently agreeing with me as he concentrates.

I can't help but ogle over his face. His hair falling carelessly over his forehead, the tip of his tongue point out of his mouth, that one eyebrow that can't seem to be tamed, his thin, yet inviting lips. Everything about him gets my heart pumping a little bit faster.

"There! Now we wait another 30, wash it out and you're all good to go" He smiles, brushing his hands together and takes off the gloves. Did I forget to mention his hands? Oh my Lord. They're perfect, veiny and big. His slender fingers and his oddly long thumb. And if he was a Spider-Man fan as a kid, you know he'd be good with his two middle fingers.

Jesus fuck, Ruth. Get your mind out of the gutter and touch some grass. I clench my thighs together to get some sort of relief of the building up heat, and shift around on the stool. After a minute or two of comfortable silence, Tom gets up from his seat on the bathtub ledge and leans his ass on the sink in front of me with his hands in his pockets, tilting his head down at me.

"Why did your girlfriend leave you? There's so much good to you... How could she not want that?" He breathes, licking his lips as he gazes at me. I sigh and nod, shrugging my shoulders.

"She needed more than me... Yeah, I might be friendly and thoughtful an-"

"And quite awfully pretty.."

"But she needed more than me... Maybe her new girl, fuck... What's her name... Bonnie? I don't know, but maybe she just had more." I rants slightly, leaning back in the chair as we stare at each other. He sighed, bending down to be face to face with me and pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, making me gulp. He smiles lovingly, placing his warm hand against my cheek, running his thumb over the apple of it.