10/02: Hair

As I'm rowing Ery and myself down to Zephyr Bay, I start thinking about what part of him I like looking at the most.

I mean, there's always his body; he's got a nice slender figure and I love being able to see his hips move when he's on top of me. He's got some well-defined shoulders, his eyes that can be both soft and fierce at the same time--if you really rile him up. But, if I really had to pick one thing, I think I always liked his hair.

His hair is a rebel and I love every bit of it; on one side of it, his bangs are very straight ad flow-y, but then on the other, it's a bit choppy and spikey. When the wind's blowing it flows really nicely and even though he's squinting because it's getting all over his eyes and mouth, it really makes him look so cute. Rowing the boat like this, give me a good angle of it too; just my body pulling back and forth allowing me to see that auburn mop from afar and close with each passing minute.

My hair may be the finest in all of Vesuvia, but Ery's hair? If there was a place above second but not quite first, that's where his hair would be. As we near Zephyr Bay, and the current picks up just a bit, I really feel tempted to reach out and just pet it--it's also really soft too.

"Lushiyo!" his urgent voice snaps me out of my daydream, "Watch out, there's some-"

I manage to glance over and spot the rocks before maneuvering the boat around them barely in time. Although, the boat does rock a little, messing up Ery's hair and causing his bangs to get all up in his face.

"Here," I stop rowing, leaning forward and reaching out my hand to brush his bangs off to the side. "Much easier to see, huh?"

He flashes me a grin, "Yes, I suppose you did that just so I can see you better?"

Ah, he's learned from the best! I wink at him, "Always, baby~ you know, you would look pretty cute with a pin."

"Well," Ery's eyes slowly narrow a bit in thought, "Provided it isn't too flamboyant, then yes I would not mind wearing one every now and then."

"Don't you worry," I beam at him, the familiar salty sea smell hitting my nose, "I'll pick one out that's exactly how you like it."

I row our boat out a fair distance from the shore into Zephyr Bay and open the case containing our swimming clothes; of course, I give Ery his trunks while I'm slipping on my briefs.

"Do you have the ... ointment?" Ery slowly stands up on the boat, trying not to rock it.

"Ointment?"

"Yes, for the sun."

"Ohh, sunscreen!" I smirk at him, "Yeah, I got it. But I might need some help putting some on~"