Love and Deepspace - Headcannons

🐚 Brushing your hair 🐚

Rafayels hot breath grazes your neck as he lifts your hair carefully, his smooth elegant fingers caress your neck in fleeting featherlight touches causing goosebumps down your spine.

Suddenly your skin feels too tight, the temperature in the room too hot and your heart starts beating erratically on your chest.

How does the Lemurian manage to turn you into a flustered mess by only brushing your hair? It's a miracle to you but one you didn't want to miss in the world. So you continue to sit still as the wooden brush with its soft head strokes starts to wander through single strands of your recently dried hair.

Rafayel softly chuckles behind you as he notices your reaction to his doings. "Cutie, I haven't even done anything and you're already blushing." You can hear the teasing in his tender spoken words.

You refuse to give him the satisfaction of his doings " I don't know what you're talking about, fishie."

Your boyfriend just snickers again, this low soft tone that melts your heart every time he does it. "Sure, sure." again this low soft tone that seems reserved only for you.

You feel the head of the brush stroking from the top of your head all the way down to the lengths, slow and deliberate as Rafayel holds a strand of your hair in his hands with a loose grip. The knuckles of said hand come in touch with the heated skin at your neck causing you to shiver in pleasure every time it happens causing you to relax and lean at the back of the vanity chair that Rafayel had set up near his king-size bed.

Then a hot breath at your left ear "Your hair is so soft Cutie." followed by a big inhale and exhale that made your stomach flip in your belly. "And it smells so good. Do you have a new shampoo?" hoarse whispered words that turn your brain into mush and your inner parts into a tight coil.

Your face feels even hotter now as you try to gather your senses to answer him "Uh... y-... yeah. It's magnolia-scented."

More hot streams of Rafayels breathing at the other side of your neck "Mmmhh... I like that. Smells like an afternoon in that English garden we visited last month." voice low and hoarse and a little kiss is planted at the sensitive spot right beneath your ear that short circuits your brain.

Warm fingers glide along your bare shoulder, forth and back to the curve of your back into the nape of your neck before settling back into your hair to change to another strand. More brushstrokes and Rafayel starts to hum, a melody you're quite familiar with now and you close your eyes. Listening in and losing yourself in the siren-like sound you let him continue the sensual attack. You're aware that the Lemurian is teasing you, riling you up to lure you into his arms and claim some kisses. Not that you mind it at all, it's a trap you willingly step into every time.