Drabble: Hair (PG)
He remembered when her hair was long and just barely brushed the small of her back. Sometimes it was a curly mess that was tied away from her face on the days she was running. Sometimes she took the extra hour in the morning and straightened it all out. Other times it was indescribable, at least for the amount of instruction he'd had about hair terminology. It wasn't all curly but it wasn't all straight. It was straight until three quarters of the way down and then had a loose curl to it.
Yet the way he was seeing it now, damp with sweat, softly sticking to her skin as she moved skillfully over him, was his favorite.