asharpertongue | Let your hair down. (Closed

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Let your hair down. (Closed - For Levi) Fairy tale plot!

Lara had been riding for a solid day when she finally saw the tower her employer had laid out for her in the map Lara had been given.

In the setting sun, she looked the place over from a vantage point on a hill opposite and bit her lip, wondering how she was supposed to get in. The high walls of the castle below were in serious disrepair. Some had crumbled to just piles of rubble and the ones that hadn't looked treacherous to her eyes even from this distance. Maybe she could scale them but she would likely start a rockfall and get buried underneath it. Not worth the risk.

The tower itself though...that seemed relatively unaffected. Not that it had been repaired or bolstered in any way, just that time and nature didn't seem like they had been inclined to touch it. If she'd been a betting woman, she'd have put money on the tower being no more than twenty or thirty years old. Certainly far younger than the stones of the walls below it.

It was also at least twice as high as the highest of the walls below it. Lara groaned as she realised the rope and grapple she had brought was never going to reach the small window at the top.

She sighed and kicked her horses flanks to get it moving. At the base of the tower she set camp and lit a small fire, laying out her bedroll and putting a pot on to boil. Maybe inspiration would come after a hot meal and some sleep.

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"I've never seen a naked anything before besides myself," Levi said, flushing a bit. According to some of the books he had read, ones where his father had not been aware of just what he was bringing his son, he understand that many people were quite familiar with the naked form of other people. Levi was not that sort of person. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare. You just... are very nice to look at."

The blush on his cheeks was adorable. It was so innocent Lara almost wanted to reach out and touch it but she decided against it. She had a job to do and that job wasn't taking a young mans innocence. Well...that could maybe be part of it, but getting him comfortable with her was paramount and she had another idea she wanted to try first.

"Levi..." She said quietly. "You can stare all you want. I don't mind. But fairs fair...I'd like to see you too." She reached up and tugged his beard lightly. "I think you probably look a lot different under all this. Would...would you let me shave you?" She asked, her eyes meeting his. She batted her eyelashes a little. Maybe she was playing coy but if it got him more comfortable and eventually out of the tower then it was all to the good.

The idea of being bare before this woman was conflicting. Levi was not necessarily modest, he'd never been around other people enough to develop modesty. But neither had he been naked before anyone else before and it was an intriguing but frightening deal. the idea of perhaps shaving his beard off seemed a good first step though.

"Very well, you can shave me. I, ah, take it you're familiar with a blade?" he asked, trying to keep his eyes on hers and not on the rest of her body.

Lara grinned and grabbed a small towel, wrapping it around herself even though it wasn't exactly covering much as she padded over to her clothes. Her blade was old but it was simple, clean and had an edge as keen as a razor. She turned and tossed it up in the air, letting it spin lazily before catching it, the length of the blade laid out and balanced across the back of her hand.

She looked around and grabbed a heavy chair, dragging it across the floor and inviting him to sit. "Do you have oil?" She asked as he sat.

He was a bit mesmerized by the spinning of the knife. While he could juggle and do tricks he wouldn't try to do anything like that with such a sharp knife. She seemed to be familiar with a blade.

"Of course," Levi said, sounding horrified at the idea that he wouldn't have everything proper to take care of his hair. He brought the small bottle over before sitting in the chair, slightly nervous. While he was well aware that if the woman wanted to kill him she could have done so before now he was still going to let her run a razor along his throat.

It was a lot of trust Levi was showing her and Lara smiled as gently as she could at him, hoping to reassure him. Taking the bottle from him she waited for him to settle back and then lifted his chin, looking at his beard. It was neat and soft, well looked after and that was going to make this job easier. Moving closer, she wondered the best position to do this in and decided to just be direct, swinging a leg over his, straddling his thighs as she stood over him. She uncapped the little bottle of oil and poured some into her hands, warming it a little before she laid her hands on him, smoothing it over and through the hair and onto his skin, taking her time rubbing it in gently, massaging the slightly tense muscles of his neck as she went. In truth she was enjoying herself. If she was honest, she was surprising herself with just how much.

Eventually his beard and skin were ready, warm and relaxed under her fingers, and she nodded down at him. "Ready?"

Levi hissed sharply as she straddled his lap, less concerned about the blade in her hand and more just aware of her close proximity and what she was (or wasn't) wearing. Feeling her fingers massage through his hair was a different experience all together. Levi had never had human contact or touch like that, at least not that he could really remember.

"I'm ready if you are," he said, looking at the knife again in her hands and thinking of what it could do. "I just sit here, that's the easy job. You have to make sure not to slit my throat."

"Don't worry...I like you too much to do permanent damage." Lara said which was a little too close to the truth. She was feeling oddly protective of him. She shook off the feeling and concentrated on the job at hand.

He went easily when she nudged his chin up and laid the blade gently on the skin of his cheek, drawing it smoothly down through his beard. The blade was sharp and it sang a little as it glided through the hair, leaving smooth, clean skin in its wake. She moved over and passed it down his cheek again, wiping the hair and oil on the towel she'd set out on the bath.

Lara smiled at him. "How does it feel?"

Levi was going to reply to that comment when she started to shave him. It was so absolutely strange to feel it, the razor sharp blade pushing against his skin but not breaking it. He could feel the weight of the hair dropping off his face.

"It feels strange," he said, wrinkling his face a bit before he reached up to touch it. "It's so smooth and I can feel the air against it. But it's a lot less scratchy."

Lara smiled. "That happens." She murmured as she finished the other cheek, dropping to sit on his lap as she lifted his chin to start on the underside. She worked in silence, gliding the blade over his adams apple carefully until she was happy that all the hair was gone. Tipping his chin down, she moved his head from side to side, checking everything over and then leaned over to get a fresh, damp towel to wipe away the excess oil. She shuffled back on his knee to look at him.

He was good looking before the shave but now? Now she was staring and couldn't remember what she supposed to do next. It probably didn't involve reaching out and smoothing her fingers over his newly revealed jawline but she couldn't help herself.

Levi thought it was strange how she touched his face but everything felt so smooth and sensitive he couldn't really bring himself to complain. It felt amazing and unlike anything he had sensed before. Even the roughness of her hands couldn't disguise how soft his skin was feeling.

"I probably look pretty silly," he said, flushing a bit as she changed her position in his lap.

"You really don't." Lara said, smiling at him. "You look very handsome. Not that you didn't before but now you look respectable and handsome." She teased. " Do you want to see?" She asked as she made to get off his lap, holding her towel closed.

"No! No, it's fine, it's fine for now," he said, not wanting her to move. For one, she might shift and feel how aroused he was (and she'd definitely noticed if he had to stand) but he also didn't want her to move from his lap. "And my face really feels lighter. Maybe.... maybe I should cut my hair?"

Lara relaxed back onto his knees again and smiled at him. She lifted a hand and ran it through his hair, pulling it over his shoulder to look at it. "It's beautiful." She conceded, and it was. Lara was a little mesmerised by it. Or maybe it was the proximity. She hadn't been close to someone like this in a while.

"Would you like me to do it?" she asked.

Levi flushed just a bit at the compliment. He tried to take good care of his hair so it was nice that someone appreciated that. Even if they were just about to cut it off. Still, he could live with that, especially if it got him out of here.

"Yes, I don't trust myself to do it," he said.

"I'll be gentle." Lara said without really thinking about it. She wasn't gentle. She was a bandit and a sell-sword. She didn't do gentle.

Except that apparently she did for Leviticus.

Moving slowly, she reached for the knife again. This wasn't the best angle but she couldn't bring herself to move. His strong thighs were warm and real under hers and she was enjoying it. Pressing a little closer to get the length of his hair gathered in one hand, she set the knife at the nape of his neck, pressed against the thickness of the hair in her hand. "Ready?"

"Just do it before I change my mind," he said, giving her an unsteady smile. The proximity of her was distracting but that was a good thing. That way he didn't have to think about what was happening too much, about how for the first time in his life his hair was going to be cut. But he wanted this, because it meant leaving the tower. Leaving the tower with her which seemed oddly comforting. He didn't know anything about the world and she made him feel safe.

Lara made the stroke practically before he'd finished the sentence. Short and sharp...that was the way to get these things done. The weight of the hair in her hand was much more than she expected and she couldn't believe he'd been carrying this around for all his life. She brought it round in between them and showed it to him.

"First cut is the hardest." She said, laying the long, thick tail over her knees and setting about the rest of his hair. She wasn't a barber, but she could make it neat at least and she trimmed until it looked respectable, shortish around the sides and a little longer on top.

Carefully, she pulled his head down until his forehead was resting on her chest and she could see the back to tidy that up too. It was an intimate position and she couldn't help arching under the weight of his head, some instinctual behavior, putting herself on display for him a little. Maybe it was to distract him a little from the shock of the cold air on his neck, either way, she was warm and comfortable and when she finished, she lingered, not wanting it to be over.

Levi kept his eyes close as he felt Lara cut off his hair, concentrating on his breathing. It also helped the she pressed his head into her chest, which was very distracting. She really had a very nice chest and that was... incredibly exciting for him and a good distracting. It felt like she was maybe even pushing them up. By the time it was done and he felt the air on his neck his head felt incredibly light.

"Is that... is that it? I kind of thought it would hurt."

"I'd imagine it'd be a relief after carrying that around for your whole life." She said, setting her blade aside with one hand and leaving the other resting on his neck. "How does it feel?" She asked, stroking the newly bared skin with her thumb.

"It feels strange," he said, giving a bit of a laugh. He wasn't sure if his head was leaning forward because of the sudden lack of weight or just because he didn't want to move it away from her chest. After a moment's thought he decided that it was because her chest was amazing. "I like it though."

Lara chuckled and pulled his head back by his now short hair. "You like the hair or my chest?" She said, tone playful.

Busted.

"Ah, well..."

He could feel his face flush at the accusation. Growing up in the tower he'd never had a lot of experience with lying. There wasn't much need except on occasion to his father but that was it. Plus, he didn't like lying.

"It, um, well it's a very nice chest."

Levi was blushing and the tips of his ears, which she hadn't been able to see before, were glowing pink. It really was quite a fetching look on him. Lara let his hair go but didn't move her hand, stroking through the newly short hair there.

"I'm glad you appreciate it." She said and suddenly she was curious. "Before me...had you ever seen a woman? Naked or otherwise?"

"In works of art, I have a book here with sketches of some of the greater paintings and sculptures but, ah, no, I have never seen one in person that I can remember," he said, face flushing as he glanced away, suddenly aware of how little experience he had in literally every aspect of life.

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