Grip

Get A Grip

It was yet another morning where Sibuna awoke to subtle tugs at his hair as Max tried to work out the small tangles that made their way into the albino's snow white hair. It was another day Sibuna tried to tame his hair, ultimately failing. He was tired of his hair in general, the amount of effort he put in to at least make it look like he attempted to look nice after getting out of bed was just not worth it.
Sibuna sighed, finding his way over to Max, "Max. I've decided to shave my head." he said confidently, his voice taking on a finalising tone. "What! No, you can't" the star cried out in reply, immediately shoving the cat from her lap, to which it replied with a loud growl. "And why is that?"
Max thought for a moment, trying to come up with a good reason for him to keep his hair, "I love your hair. It's so soft and fun to play with!" Max stated, putting her hands on her hips to emphasize her point. Sibuna groaned, "That's the issue! You only play with my hair in the morning, when I'm trying to sleep. And you are DEFINITELY not a morning person and you tend to be a bit... violent. So you end up tugging my hair until I awaken." Max smiled, adding a small laugh "That's one of my favourite parts of the morning!"
Max stepped towards him, looping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head against her lower chest, right below her breasts. One of Max's thin hands trailed up the side of his neck, leaving feather touches and she led her hand towards his ear. Her long finger slid across his pale, smooth skin. Her fingers came to a halt at the tip of his long, pointed ear and trailed back down. Once reaching the base, she tangled her fingers in his white hair. "Come on.. Keep your hair.... For me?" she pleaded, leaning down to where their foreheads touched. Their breath mingled, giving a sense of intimacy. Their pale skin was flushed dark shades of red.
Sibuna pulled back, leaving a gentle trail of kisses down her face and to her jaw, where it connects with her neck, before pulling back.
"How about I make a compromise?" Sibuna offered, to which Max nodded quickly, still trying to calm the blush that heated her face. "What is it?" she replied, remembering that Sibuna couldn't see her nod.
"If you can give me a good reason to not shave my head, then I won't, excluding the 'It wouldn't look good' thing. You have an hour." Sibuna said, clearly and loudly. He left a chaste kiss on Max's pink lips, before turning finding his way onto the couch. He curled into the several blankets that were laid upon it, making himself comfortable.
Max went to her room and thought. She ran her fingers over her own horns, trying to think of something. Her fingers brushed the pillows and sheets that were mussed up and ruffled beneath her. Memories of how they became such a mess flooded her mind, making her cheeks a brighter colour than before. Suddenly, a reason of why Sibuna should keep his hair came to her.
Max sprung from the bed and sprinted into the living room. She all but tackled Sibuna, straddling his legs to the couch. She arched her back, coming close to his face.
"I thought of a reason!" Max exclaimed, smiling proudly. "So soon? Alright, let's hear it."
Max feel anxiety bubble in her chest, she was second guessing herself. Did she really want to say something so suggestive? Too late to go back now.
Max tangled her fingers in his hair once more, "I want some grip" she said boldly, giving a tug to his hair for emphasis.