"It does more often lately. Usually I only tie it back when we train or when I'm at the forge." When they're both home they can indulge themselves in each other. Such as they were right this very moment.

His fingers drift through her hair in earnest now, combing through the wet strands. He knew, on some level, that she liked his hair the way it was. She was always running her fingers through it whenever they were intimate with one another. While their first time touching one another had been through the force, he wonders how long she had wanted to touch his hair. The two of them never went without touching for very long, innocent or otherwise.

He took his time now, just running his fingers through her hair. He could smell the shampoo she had just used, the warm and flowery scent catching on his nose. He has to remind himself that she said that they should take a bath to keep himself from leaning in to smell her hair or kiss her wet skin.

"You always smell nice, right after a bath. Now I can see why." He smiles a bit, the smallest tug upwards at the corners of his lips. He remembers her smelling the same when they had been in Wycome, that first fumble between the sheets a vivid memory that almost makes his ears and face flush.