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I'd been wanting to add shaving to my salon but haven't been able to find a proper razor. This will be perfect for it.

[He gently runs his thumbs over his cheeks.]

Are you busy?

I... am done with my tasks for now.

[Maybe because once he got the message, he was hopeful that this meant you were done stewing over the whole thing and ready to put it past you and so he figured if that was the case he might as well make sure he has time, and if you weren't he could find something else to do.

... His brain seems to be babbling.

His rational mind wants to talk things out, but he knows it's useless. Biffy understands. He doesn't like it, he doesn't approve, but he understands. He doesn't need anything else.]

Please. Sit. I would like the chance to just...play with your hair honestly.

[He just wants to touch him. It doesn't even have to be sexual. Right now he just wants to be in contact with his mate and future husband. Just to make up for the days when they were not speaking to each other.]

[Having Biffy play with his hair sounds like... heaven, to be honest.

They've been in each other's presence in the past few days but there was still this distance. They slept in the same bed, but without touching. And in the end, Lyall is still a wolf. He needs contact.

So he is glad to follow directions and take a seat, closing his eyes with a small sigh as he does.]

[Gently, he tugs the ribbon from Lyall's hair so the long strands fall down around his face. Soon a brush is in his hand and he's slowly working it through the strands.

There's silence in that moment but it's clear that just this action is Biffy's way of communicating to Lyall that they're truly past this hill now. They can move onward again.]

[Lyall closes his eyes and slowly relaxes under the ministrations.

He knows Biffy loves doing this and that it calms him in a way. And also.... it just feels good to feel Biffy's hand on him again. he had not realized how much he'd missed it.

To the point that impulsively, he goes and grabs one of those hands to entwine their fingers.]

[The fingers catch his own and he pauses in what he's doing with a smile. Leaning down, he presses a kiss to his ear.]

You know, that could make playing with your hair something of a challenge.

[He's only teasing though. Obviously he isn't complaining.]

I know.

[But he's still not letting go. Feeling Biffy's warm skin under his fingers is comforting to him.]

I missed this.

As did I.

[He presses another kiss to his ear and then to his temple.]

Let's get undressed and rest together. That way you can touch and I can still play with your hair.

... Alright.

[It's still a bit early for it to be socially acceptable to go to bed, but never mind that.

Lyall gets up from the chair and starts loosening his cravat and unbuttoning his waistcoat and shirt. Under it, his skin is once more flawless, the bruises and cuts and scratches and burns completely gone.]

[Biffy would have been concerned if the bruises and such were still around at this point. Werewolves require far more serious injuries for them to truly last more than but a few hours at most. And there is no way any sparring match would have caused that much damage to his mate.

Undressing himself, he goes to pull down the blanket before slipping under and opening his arms to Lyall to welcome him close.]

[Lyall finishes removing his clothing, and actually folds everything this time, before he slips under the covers and scoots closer to Biffy, cuddling against him and clothing his eyes for a second before his whole body seems to relax.

Oh yes, he's missed this. Four hundred and fifty years and he still gets sentimental.]

[Gently he kisses his head before wrapping one arm around him and letting his other rest so his fingers can play with that long hair again. His eyes close as he rests his cheek on top of Lyall's head, breathing in his scent.]

I love you.

[Lyall is also breathing in the familiar scent, nuzzling against Biffy's chest.]

I love you too. And... thank you.

[For letting him deal with this in the way he thought best, even if he disagreed.]

Shhhh. It's past now.

[They don't need to speak of that. They can move onto better things now that this has passed and their feelings have been made clear.

Curling a long strand of hair around his finger, he smiles gently.]

You know, I've quite grown fond of your hair like this.

You've always liked longer hair, haven't you?

[After all, Akeldama's hair is glorious, and Biffy's hair himself, while not extremely long, has always had those waves and curls....

so maybe that means he kept it long on purpose before coming back, since he could have asked Alexia and you know he's particular about his grooming.]

There is something to be said for well cared hair like this. Particularly for running my fingers through.

[He chuckles a little and brings the strand up to his lips to press a kiss to it.]

It doesn't suit everyone but I am terribly fond of it on you.

[Lyall's cheeks darken a bit, like they always do when Biffy pays him one of those shameless yet so sincere compliments.

He has no doubt that Biffy loves him for much more than his looks, but at the same time he makes no mystery of loving his looks too, which will never not be slightly baffling to Lyall, especially when you think of who Biffy's former lover is.

but being safe in that love, it's been easier for him to respond to it, and he moves around so he can grab himself a kiss.]

[Of course he gives him a kiss back, cupping the side of his face to keep him there a little longer. Even after it ends, he is still looking at him with such fondness in his eyes.]

I never thought I would love someone more and more each day I'm with them. Yet here you are proving me wrong.

I... I honestly have no idea of what to answer to that.

[How does he always end up involved with men who seem to know just the right thing to say to fluster him and give him butterflies in his stomach and who come up with these things at the drop of a hat.

Sometimes he does forget Biffy's family is actually Spanish.]

I don't think I am doing anything very special. If anything, I often wonder what could draw you to me in that way.

[Lyall will never stop being cute in moments like this. He laughs softly as he gently strokes his cheek.]

You're intelligent, witty, remarkably stylish, loyal... Honestly if you really wish me to go on and on then I could. But then you might stay red forever.

That is not a good look on me, my Lord.

[Really, a wolf his age blushing like a school girl. There aren't that many people who managed that in his long lie, but Biffy is definitely one of them.]

At first I thought I was simply a crutch for you, helping you to adjust.

[And he didn't really mind overly much. He certainly hadn't expected someone as handsome as Biffy and as high-ranking to stay celibate for him for so long.]

I never viewed you that way. Not even for a second.

[He catches his hand to bring it up to his lips.]

I was so grateful to have you. More so now.

And you were quite the handful, too.

[All pups were in one way or another, but Biffy even more so. It had been hard for Lyall to come down on it as much as he should have, because of the circumstances. You can't just force someone to accept a life that they hate, after all.]

But you've grown up. You've settled down. I always knew you could do it.

And now I'm a new handful. Though hopefully of a more pleasant variety.

[He presses a kiss to his wrist now.]

After all, I am your mate as well as your Alpha.

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