Legcuffs | JessicaxMC

My eyes flutter closed as the brush slides down the back of my head, with a warm, gentle hand following its path, smoothing down my hair.

“Will you hold your head still?” Jess huffs behind me in bed, putting down the brush on the side table. “It’s not going to look good unless you let work here.”

I smile, opening my eyes when her legs wrap around me, holding me down while she starts brushing my hair with her fingers. “I’m sure it’s going to look great. Besides, I can always fix it if it turns out that bad.”

“You won’t have to,” her voice drifts off for a moment. She seems completely focused on her twisting of my hair. The hair strand she’d been working on falls down on my face, and my head recoils in reflex, only for Jess to push it right back into place. “I told you not to move! You need to sit still for this, or it’s going to look like crap when I’m done.”

“I don’t like sitting still!” I whine, my bottom lip jutting out in a pout that, sadly, will have no effect, because Jess can’t see my face now.

The smile on her voice is clear when she replies, though, and her tone lighthearted. “I know.”

“If you’ll just let me, I’ll be done with it in a second and we’ll be able to get to work earlier.” It's a stretch, but I know all too well how much Jessica likes getting in the office before everyone else -- which she hadn’t had the chance to do lately, now that I’ve been spending almost every night at her place. I know it’s my fault, but still.

It’s not as if she complained, far from it actually.

She’s the one who suggested I stayed over more often, and not once did she seem to regret it. Not even that day when I rolled over her in bed and refused to let her go.

Okay, that’s not a good point. The only reason she caved is because it was a Sunday, yet I was far too sleepy to notice it. Maybe next time...

Still, I would be able to get my hair done in a second. I’ve been doing it on a daily basis for my whole life now. And this is Jessica’s first time doing it for me.

Last week I asked her to do my hair as a joke, which she immediately refused because she had no idea where to even start. And today she all but handcuffed me to the bed in order to get me to let her do my hair.

My eyes fall to her legs wrapped around me, the sight bringing a soft chuckle out of me.

I guess she did have to legcuff me.

“Just trust me,” she says in a pleading tone, and I’m helpless at that.

With a sigh, I close my eyes again. The feeling of her fingers grazing my scalp as she works my hair is soothing. It makes my heartbeat calmer, my breath slower. Usually, I hate sitting still, but I think I’m willing to make an exception for the ‘sitting down while Jess plays with my hair’ scenario.

Sooner than I expected, she makes a grunt of approval, her hands resting on my shoulders with a reassuring weight. “There, I’m done,” she says, with pride clear in her voice. She turns my shoulders to the side, towards the mirror next to her bed. “How do you like it?”

“Wha…” my voice dies in my throat when I take in my reflection. “How the heck did you make it so… smooth?”

I move my hands up, tentatively touching the perfect hair on my head.

It’s uncanny how perfect it looks, almost as if she’d simply put a lace wig on me. Except this is my real hair, neatly brushed down and set in place with criminal precision. I look ready for a freaking photoshoot.

This is ridiculous. Her first attempt at doing my hair and it looks better than when I do it?

Is my girlfriend even human?

“I watched a lot of videos,” she smirks at me through the mirror, raising a cocky eyebrow as she watches my reaction to her handiwork. “I take it from your reaction that you like it.”

“It looks better than when I do it,” I mumble, running my hand over my hair one last time before turning to look straight at her with a serious look on my face. “You know what this means, don’t you?”

Jessica turns to me with raised eyebrows, a smug smile on her lips. “That I’m better at this than you?”

“Yes, which means...” I let my voice drift off, placing my arms over her shoulders as my lips stretch in a smirk. “That you’re going to have to do my hair every day now.”

She barks out a laugh, shaking her head softly. “I’m serious!”

“Fine, but it’s going to cost you,” she shrugs, the corner of her lips twitching as she struggles to keep a straight face.

“How much?”

I decide to call her bluff, which seems to have been the right choice when Jessica moves her hands to my waist, tugging me closer to her chest, as her lips melt into a small, soft smile.

“Maybe a kiss?” A chuckle escapes me, but I Iean in, giving her a quick peck on the lips. “Maybe two.” I lean in again, with another kiss. Her arms wrap around my waist, pulling me down with her as she lays on the bed. “Maybe a few more.”

“You need to name a price,” I laugh, between kisses.

“Just keep kissing me, I’ll let you know when to stop.”

“We’re gonna be late for work.” My voice is muffled against her lips, the words breathed out between yet another wave of kisses, each taking longer than the last one to end.

“I’m sure your boss won’t mind,” she says. My laughter is silenced by Jess covering my mouth with her, the kiss deepening by the second.

Heat starts pooling up in my core, and our tangled legs lock me in place -- a place that I have no problem staying trapped at. Her fingers gently run over the exposed skin on my lower back, and my own hands are already tangled on her hair.

“You’re going to ruin my hair,” I say as she moves a hand up, gently brushing back some loose hair strands on my cheek.

Jessica laughs softly, pulling back to look at me with narrowed eyes. “Your hair seems to be doing fine from what I can see. And besides,” she pokes me on the forehead. “It’ll be good practice for my new job.”

It’s my turn to pull back when she leans in for another kiss, earning a glare from her. “Does that mean I’ve given you enough kisses?”

Her lips curl up in a wide smile as she tugs me closer, until our noses are touching. Her eyes burn against mine, the deep brown in them warm and gentle, with feelings so intense in them it’s hard to not look away.

“That’s never going to happen.”

I smile when she kisses me next, my arms tightening around her. I never thought I’d say this, but I truly hope she never grows tired of receiving my kisses, because I have no plans to stop giving them.

Ever.