Together Forever (Book Five)

2. When he plays with her hair

Leonardo
Olivia had no intentions of training that morning, so she merely crashed onto the couch without a sound. She'd decided that today would be her lazy day and nothing would drive her in the opposite direction. She picked up the romote and began to lazily flip through the channels. Leo just happened to walk through and saw her sitting there. He smiled and leaned over the edge of the couch. "Can I hang too?" He asked. Olivia smiled and shrugged. "Sure." Leo smiled and sat down next to her. He couldn't help but stare at her long, golden hair. She didn't pay that much attention to it. Just tied it up and went along her way. Leo never understood why. If he had hair, he would've treated it like it was his very existence. But Liv was humble like that. Leo didn't even say anything. He just began to run his fingers through her hair. She gave him a perplexed look. "Leo, what are you-" "He held up a finger and Olivia grew more confused. It soon disappeared as she grew comfortable and she sat still as her boyfriend worked his magic.

Raphael
Scar sat in Raph's lap, looking at something on her phone while he listened to music. Every so often, Scar would shift positions to stay comfy. As she did, her brownish blondish hair would tickle Raph. He didn't mind. He loved her hair. He though it made her blue eyes shine. But today, he had a certain urge to touch it. So he gave in. His fingers weaved in and out of her hair expertly. Scar said nothing. She trusted him. "You like it?" He asked as he finished. Scar looked at her shoulders and saw that he'd giving her two braids to the scalp. She smiled. "I love it."

Donatello
Hannah groaned as she failed yet another science experiment. "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO TURN PINK!!! PINK!!! NOT TURQUOISE, NOT WHITE, NOT LAVENDER!!! PINK!!!!!" She yelled at the Lavender shaded liquid inside of the breaker. Donnie turned to look at her as he tinkered with another invention. Hannah threw her head back and ran her fingers through her wavy raven colored hair. He hated seeing her like that. He hated when she wasn't happy period. Donnie had read somewhere that doing a person's hair soothes them to some extent. 'Time to test that theory,' he thought. Without a word, he reached over and lifted her from her chair to place her in his lap. She gave him a curious look but he ignored it. He trusted, braided and just ran his fingers through her hair. "Try it now." He said. She shrugged and did as she was told. Her eyes grew wide as the beaker bubbled a bit before it turned a bright shade of pink. A loud seal escaped her lips and she lept up with joy. "Yes! I did it I did it I did it I did it!!!!!! Take that science!!!!!!!" Donnie couldn't help but chuckle at her.

Michelangelo
Mikey chuckled as Faith stuck her younger out in a mild attempt to concentrate as she tried to beat her high score. Mikey was behind her legs crossed, brushing her hair. "You can do it, Faith!!!!" He cheered. She smiled and he let go of her newly completed bun just as she left up in victory. "Yes!!!!!!!" Mikey sat still and admired both his beautiful girlfriend, and his hairstylist skills.