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His hands slipped around her and he kissed the top of her head. "Can't make the Queen wait, can we?" he murmured, his voice a low growl.
She took it, placing it in her bag. Her whole face lit up when he praised her, beaming at him. "Right? I did a good job!"
He started laughing, his eyes still closed. His voice was low and warm in his chest. "Kidding, Cal. It's only 10:00."
It looked surprisingly good. It was a less groomed style than he was used to, but the hair had been cut in a functional, yet not unattractive fashion.
“Hmm... 11:35,” he muttered, wrapping his arms around her.
She rooted through her bag before pulling out a small compact mirror. “For fires,” she said with a smile, offering it to him.
His face was buried in her neck and he mumbled something. "11, I think..."
She looked at him with a grin, her hands on her hips. "No. I think you look really, really good," she said sincerely.
About a week later, Calliope and Ben were supposed to meet the Queen in the war room. They were asleep the morning of the meeting.
She beamed at him, looking a little proud. "You look handsome," she said cheerfully, looking around for something reflective so he could see...
(Big zoop?)
She reached forward and gently made one more cut before brushing the hair off his shoulders. "There we go," she said, meeting his gaze. "I'm done."
He kissed her temple before pulling her away, heading down the hallway.
He would hear her humming quietly as she worked. At one point, he would hear her laugh a little as she tried to figure out how to cut around his...
She started working, but he’d be able to feel the smile in her voice. “You still haven’t denied the underwear allegation,” she replied. Her...
His face changed with understanding and he nodded, taking her hand. “Gotcha. We don’t need to go there.”
Her giggling intensified, a sweet laughter that seemed to bubble out of her. “Your underpants are stuck? Gross, Zer.”
He noticed her expression, frowning. “You don’t like the library?”
She pursed her lips thoughtfully. “You look snooty,” she said with a small giggle, shaking her head. “Like a king whose underwear got stuck.”
They passed it and he pointed to it, frowning. “What’s in there?”
