Scarlett: Finding Love

[This story is a slightly modified role play: cleaned up typos and re-organized some of the long-ass writing to be more readable. One of the best I’ve ever done. Published with my partner’s consent.]

Friday evening. Will is relaxing at home. Sitting in front of the fireplace with a drink in hand. He mulls over Scarlett’s engagement. They had been friends far too long. While he should be happy for her, there was this aching corner in his heart. A feeling of losing something. He put it down to probably the fact that she’d no longer be his bestie after she got married. He shrugged mentally. “Life has to go on…” he told himself, taking a liberal sip of the drink and staring moodily into the flames.

Scarlett had finally caught him in the act. She had caught her fiance with another woman in their bed. She kicked him out immediately. She spent the next couple hours crying and sobbing and destroying everything that was his. She couldn’t believe he would do this to her. She decided she couldn’t be alone anymore. She pulled her thick black tresses up into a bun, grabbed her car keys and drove to Will’s house. She got out of her car and knocked on his door several times. She was already crying again, waiting for him to answer

The barrage of knocking startled Will. “Who could it be at this hour?” he wondered walking up to the door. He got the surprise of his life opening the door. Scarlett. Crying. The sight was like cold steel in his heart. Her face streaked with tears. Quickly he opened the door all the way and took her in.

Putting an arm around her shoulders, he led her to the couch to sit down. Without asking any questions he grabbed a soft throw blanket and put it around her shoulders, holding her close. Not the first time he’d comforted her, but this felt a little… different. For the moment he just let her be, knowing she’d open up once she regained her emotions.

 

She thanked him with a sob as she walked inside. She at least removed her shoes before stepping into the living room and sitting on the couch. She stayed there, crying for another good couple minutes before she gained enough composure to tell Will what had happened. She was so beyond thankful for this man being there for her no matter what. Her sobs turned to quiet sniffles and her tears eventually stopped as she leaned against Will, soaking in his comfort as she finally relaxed.

Will held her close. He hit the sense that something huge had happened. This wasn’t losing first place in a writing competition or not getting a spot on the team. He held her close, feeling her anguish. He felt very protective of her as he squeezed her shoulders into a hug. Looking down on her head as she leaned into him for comfort, he realized he actually missed the tomboy he grew up with. With the choppy bob, carefree laughter and a devil-may-care-punk aesthetic. In the three years since she’d met her fiancé, she had changed so much. 

“Did he hurt you?” he whispered.

Scarlett took a deep breath as she was finally able to speak. She shook her head “No…. n-not physically at least.” She said quietly. Her voice was hoarse and scratchy. She brushed a few loose strands of hair way from her face and rubbed her eyes as she laid her head against Will’s shoulder.

“I-I caught him….. In our bed with another woman,” she admitted and nodded “This afternoon I came home early to have lunch with him before he had to go to work…. a-and they were in bed….” she whispered, more tears falling down her cheeks “She was my assistant at work.”

Will took a deep breath to calm himself on hearing about his best friends being betrayed so callously. Getting worked up and losing his temper won’t help her… not when she’s vulnerable. He grabbed a few tissues and dabbed her eyes gently. 

“That’s as bad as hitting you, Scar.” He said gently. “You can stay over for as long as you want. Or I can drop you at your parents. Do you want some spiced cocoa?”

She looked up at him and nodded “I-I know… I’m lucky,” she said and shook her head “No… I would like to stay here. I trust you,” she said, cracking a slight smile when he offered cocoa “Only if the spiced part is rum. If not…. some tea would be nice,” she said, trying to make a slight joke

Will gives her a quick comforting squeeze. He gets up and heads over to the tiny kitchen to start making some tea. “I don’t want to get you drunk in this state, Scar.” says Will pouring out some tea for her.  

She nodded “Yeah I know Will. I was joking.” She said as she leaned back on the couch. She pulled her legs up and curled up into a ball. 

He brings over a steaming hot mug and sits with her. “I know it’s probably not my business, and you are fiercely independent … but just don’t try to salvage a relationship with a cheater. It never works.”

When he returned with the tea she held it in her hands and took a sip. She nodded in agreement “Y-yeah I know….. I don’t want him back anyways. Not after this,” she said as she lifted her hand and let her hair down. The thick glossy locks tumbled down past her shoulders to her waist. She toyed with the ends of her hair, a habit she had formed ever since He had made her start growing out her hair. “I’m just really hurt…. and I don’t have anywhere else to go….”

“Well, you can take the guest room for as long as you want.” Will smiles. “Did you bring any clothes and stuff you need? Clara (Will’s sister) left behind some clothes. I don’t think she’ll mind you using them in a pinch. If not, I’ll take you on a shopping run.”

Will looks at Scarlett playing with her hair. Something that she changed for her fiancé. Given how religiously she used to keep it short, it was one of those changes that he felt were too controlling.

“I don’t want to even look at the clothes I have left at my house…. he “accidentally” donated all of my clothes that I used to have,” she said, using air quotes around the word accidentally. She took a sip of her tea again “No offence to Sis, but her clothes aren’t really my style. I get paid tonight and I don’t plan on paying his rent this month, so we can go shopping tomorrow,” she said. Scar kept cuddling against Will, something she had pretty much always done. She felt incredibly safe and at home in his arms, much more than she did in her former fiance’s. 

“I’ll do all I can to get my tomboy bestie back,” whispered Will, holding her close.

She chuckled softly “I want that girl back too,” she said and continued messing with her hair “I’ll try…. to be her again, because that’s the kind of friend you deserve,” she said, acknowledging she had been pretty distant in the recent months since He had became especially controlling

“Whatever you feel best. I can always go shopping with you tomorrow. The car could use the exercise. I’ve only been using the motorcycle for ages.” Will places a gentle kiss on the top of her head. 

“You know, even after three years of you growing your hair out… It still feels odd. I guess I’m too used to that choppy chin length bob of yours. It’s hard to think of Scar in any other way…”

She nodded, smiling again slightly. She took another sip of her tea since it was a more manageable temperature. She laughed “Yeah I know what you mean…. I still wake up in the morning and look in the mirror expecting to see my hair a frazzled mess like it used to be…. I miss it. Long hair is such a pain in the ass.” She admitted and tugged on the piece of hair she had been playing with “If I had a say in it it would still be the way it was… it was easy and simple and fun. This is just a hassle and it gives me headaches”

“I always wondered what made you give him so much control over you? I mean you’ve broken up with guys over less… threatened to break a guys knee caps… actually broke a guys fingers…” Will shakes his head disbelievingly. “And, what do you mean if you have a say? It’s your hair… he’s out of your life…  what’s preventing Scarlett from transforming back into Scar?”

“He…. he treated me like a princess in the beginning.” She admitted “He wrote me poetry and cooked for me…. he made me feel like the only girl in the world.” She laughed bitterly. “Then those sweet words turned into criticisms of my appearance and suggestions…. suggestions on how to go further at work, then the suggestions became commands, before I really realized he had changed completely and I was too deep in it to back out.” She said and sighed. 

“What’s keeping me from going back? Scar from 3 years ago would kick my ass for becoming like this… reliant and subdued. I think I deserve this….” she said and motioned to her hair “As punishment for being so stupid.” She chuckled again. “I know that probably doesn’t make any sense,” she said as she slowly pulled away from him “C-can I take a shower? It’s been a long day,” she said before finishing her tea.

“It makes perfect sense. It’s called emotional abuse and guilt tripping.” Will gently rubs her shoulders. “Honestly, screw the guy, let’s bring Scar out. She’s just in there. Feel free to take a shower and clean up. There’s fresh towels in the dresser. Help yourself to whatever you need. This place is at your disposal.

“Your hair doesn’t have to be your punishment … we can always stop off at the salon tomorrow. A few quick snips and Scar will be back.” he teases her gently

She nodded and hugged him tightly before standing up “Thank you for being wonderful… I’ve missed you more than you know,” she said and placed a kiss against his cheek before standing up. She pushed her hair back out of her face and laughed again “Salons never cut it right. If I wanted to cut it I would either do it myself or have you cut it just like we used to do. Salons insist on being too perfect and precise about it. That’s not me,” she said with a smile before heading off to the bathroom

“You know where the kit is… I’ll only be too happy to cut.” Calls out Will as Scarlett heads off to the bathroom. He’s happy to see that part of her hasn’t changed. The tone of her voice implying that she’s well on her way to recovery. And that peck on the cheek… it felt different. Sure she’d given him friendly pecks plenty of times, especially after a few drinks. But given the current situation it definitely felt different.

He leans back in the couch wondering why everything feels so different

She rolled her eyes and smiled, a hint of her former bright, cheeky grin she used to have shining through “Let me think about it okay?” She said and waved at him before she disappeared down the hallway to shower and get comfortable for the night

Will watches her disappear down the hallway. Her bright smile hits him like a ton of bricks. Since her engagement they had slowly drifted apart, but he never realized how much he’d missed her. The monthly haircuts, the crazy bets and dares, teaching her to ride the motorcycle , patching her up after a spill. It seemed like a door to a forgotten world was opening up slowly. Right now, he’d sell his soul to get the old Scar back. 

Scar. That has been his special nick name for her after the number of scars she had on her knees thanks to their shenanigans while kids. No one else dared call her that. Not without risking a punch. He felt a wave of happiness wash over him. Looks like his bestie was coming back to town

Once in the bathroom she let out a soft sigh. Her head was pounding from how much she had been crying. She rubbed her eyes as she started the shower, making the water very warm. She grabbed a hairbrush and gently worked the knots and tangles out of her hair before pulling it back up Into a bun since she didn’t need to wash it yet. She removed her clothes and tossed them into the basket before stepping into the shower.

She returned to the living room within 45 minutes, her hair was damp but loose once again. She wore a pair of shorts and one of Will’s t-shirts over them. She tucked her hair behind her ear again “Where can I sleep tonight?” She asked, nervously rubbing her arm

“The guest room is all yours,” said Will. He did do a bit of a double take, never having seen Scar wear his t-shirt. She looked extremely cute. Under different circumstances he’d have wondered why he wasn’t flirting with her. “Oh, I ordered us something to eat, Chinese take out. Hope you’re ok with that,” said Will inviting her to join him on the couch.

She nodded slightly, “Is it comfortable there?” She asked as she returned to her seat beside him. Again, she pulled her knees up and got comfortably cuddled against him. She smiled “Yeah that sounds good…. I haven’t eaten much today,” she said as she rest her head against his shoulder

Will puts his arms around her shoulder, holding her close and comforting her. Her thick heavy bun starts to come down a bit. “It is pretty comfortable, just don’t leave the window open. The neighbor’s cat might come to investigate. He took a liking to Clara when she was here last month. Anyways, there’s no hurry to get on with your next move. Relax, take some time and think it out. I’ll take care of you.”

Cuddling her briefly he adds: “you know I really missed the time we used to spend together. I’ve never felt that comfortable with anyone. It might sound silly, but I even missed cutting your hair. Here’s to getting my bestie back.”

“But I like cats,” she said and chuckled softly and she sat and enjoyed his company “But okay. I wont leave the window open,” she looked up at him, blushing “Thank you Will…. I should have married you…” she mumbled, only half joking with him. When they were younger she would do everything to just be one of the boys, but as she grew older she knew she didn’t really want to be away from Will. He was her best friend. She had never told him, but for a very long time she had more than just platonic feelings towards him. It was now that she was realizing that those feelings never truly went away.

“If you don’t mind being woken up in the middle of the night by a cat meowing in your face, then go for it. He’s pretty laid back and will probably decide to sleep on your feet.” 

The doorbell rings and Will goes to collect the food delivery. He comes back with a couple of bags of food and a couple of large bottles of soda.  “Cmon Scar, you look positively famished.”

He pulled out a chair for her to sit in, at the dinner table, not being able to resist gently stroking her head. Taking care of her in the current situation was playing merry hell with his feelings and thoughts. He did have a soft corner for her for a very long time. The feelings of loneliness and loss at her engagement seemed to make a lot more sense now. What he felt towards her was more than just friendship. She was the sort of person he would want to grow old with. The realization hit him hard. All his pent up feelings were fighting with his protective instinct. She was in a very delicate position and her emotional well-being was his first priority. 

She laughed “I don’t think I’d mind. It would be nice to have a kitty to sleep with,” she said and smiled. She jumped slightly when the bell rang and she sat up. Allowing him to get up. 

She stood up as well and held her growling stomach “Yeah I am. I’m starving,” she giggled as she walked towards the dinner table. She thanked him for pulling the other seat before sitting down. She felt herself stiffen slightly when he patted her head like he used to do when they were younger. She bit her lip “Thank you so much,” she said softly and brushed her hair back away from her face, her cheeks blushed a warm pink color

Will sat down with her. He served up some fried rice and her favorite chicken dish to go with it. He watched her start eating hungry. He seriously hoped that she would bounce back out of the betrayal without a lot of pain. She was a tough one, but three years is a long time to invest in a relationship.

“You don’t thank friends for sticking with you. If the roles were reversed I’m pretty sure you’d be the first one to come look for me.”

As he sits across from her and looks at her, he realizes just how much he’d loved her all these years. His feelings were definitely more than platonic, that was for sure. But he was not sure if it was reciprocated. And her friendship was too much of a collateral. He definitely didn’t want to risk losing her as a friend in the off chance of gaining her as a wife.

She thanked him as he dished out her food. She picked up her spoon and began to eat. She chuckled “I know it’s just….. I don’t know. I know it hurt you when I stopped talking to you as much and I appreciate you still being here for me,” she explained as she looked up at him “Let’s have a fun day tomorrow. Run around the mall, shop, ice cream, maybe run around the park like we used to.” She laughed

Will smiles at the old memories of good times had. Was his Scar back? He could see it in her eyes. The same sparkle. The same carefree laugh. “You know, that’s a really good idea. But instead of the park, how about we go hiking? Remember that trail that we used to hike? The private one? I’m sure the view would be pretty awesome at the top this time of the year.”

“Ohhh! Yes let’s do that!” She said happily. She was feeling more and more like herself the longer she spent with him. He always had brought out the better in her. He always knew how to make her laugh and get out of a bad mood. She continued eating her food “Say… I could just move in here and we could be roommates,” she suggested suddenly

“I would definitely love to have you as a roommate. Honestly I’m tired of rattling around here like a marble in a shoe box. But seriously, do put some thought in before you take such a big decision.” Will was very happy to hear that suggestion. Being around her was an extremely cathartic experience that he sorely missed. Having her around the house as a roommate made life infinitely better. But he was still cautious.

She nodded “I’ll think about it, but so far I don’t really see any cons.” She said as she finished her meal. She pushed her plate forward slightly and looked up at him. She let out a soft yawn and rubbed her eyes “Thanks again…. for everything tonight,”

Will takes her hand and guides her to the guest room. He makes the need for her and tucks her under the sheets after getting her the spare blanket. “Sleep tight, roomie. It’s a brand new start,” he says, giving her a peck on the forehead. He missed her bangs.

Turning off the light, he kept the window open for the cat. Closing the door softly he leaves whispering, “good night.”

She blushed slightly as she was tucked under the blankets. She smiled and nodded “Night Will. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said softly and turned over to her side, closing her eyes and drifting off into sleep. 

She woke up pretty early the next morning and got ready for their day out. She couldn’t wait, she was so excited to just spend time with him.

She got dressed in some of his sister’s clothes, a pair of leggings and a plain tshirt. She bunched up her nose at her appearance. She truly couldn’t wait to get her own sense of style back. She picked up the hairbrush and began to detangle her massive amounts of hair that were extra frizzy and tangled this morning. She tamed the thick locks in a simple braid that hung down her back. She rubbed her eyes and sighed “It’s okay Scar… dont let hair ruin your day,” she mumbled to herself as she looked over, smiling at the cat who had slept over. She gently scratched behind the feline’s ears and left the room.

She was hoping she had woken up before him so she could treat him to a good breakfast. She starred thinking about what she was going to make as she walked into the kitchen

Will was still in bed. He had woken up but was not yet up and about. He figured Scar would sleep in after all of the excitement of the previous day. The most prominent thought of his was if this would be the opportunity that would make up for letting her go the first time.

She hummed softly to herself as she began cooking some pancakes and bacon for them to eat together. She was a good cook and the smell of food cooking quickly filled the house. She didn’t feel as sad or upset as she had expected after dumping her fiance, and she thanked Will for that. She hoped that this would be a small token of her gratitude towards him

Will got up from bed intending to fix breakfast for both of them. He walked over to his study table and pulled out a small box containing a sapphire ring. He’d got it as a special birthday present for her as a way of confessing his true feelings. That was the day she was gushing about the guy she would soon be engaged to. About how he has asked her to be his girlfriend. No one knew about the ring. 

The smell of pancakes and bacon wafted into the bedroom and he realized that Scar was already up. He came out into the hall to see her busy cooking at the stove. Her thick long braid caught him by surprise. “Good morning Scar. Hope you slept well?” He asked her

She glanced over her shoulder at him and smiled “Morning Will.” She said softly, her smile never leaving her lips as she flipped a pancake “Yeah I slept really well actually. The kitty was quiet all night, I think he knew I needed some sleep.” She chuckled softly “And you? How did you sleep?” She asked as she placed the pancake on the growing stack and turned over the bacon in the pan

“Slept quite well actually. It still feels like a dream to see you walking around my place. And, You didn’t have to start on breakfast. I would have fixed it for both of us, you know. You’ve done it for me many times when I was sick with the flu,” remonstrated will.

She grinned and nodded “I know right? When I woke up I expected to still be beside him…. but I wasn’t and it was like a breath of fresh air,” she said as she turned the burners off. She shook her head “No worries. I like cooking, especially for you because you appreciate it.” She said and handed him his plate of breakfast “What do you want to drink?” She asked him as she poured herself a cup of coffee

Will took the plate and set it aside for a minute. His thoughts were going all over the place. As Scar poured out the coffee, he felt an aching, even pleasurable pain in his heart. “May I hug you, Scar?” He whispered

She blinked slightly “When have you ever had to ask for a hug. Silly.” She said as she walked over to him and hugged him tightly “Now that he’s gone you don’t have to ask for them, k?” She said and patted his back gently, still holding onto him. He always gave the best hugs. She closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the safe feeling she had while being g surrounded by his arms

He wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her close. One hand holding her tighter and closer than ever before, the other hand cradling her head to his chest. He took a deep breath of contentment. This was no friendly hug. It conveyed all the pent up feelings of a patient lover who finally had the love of his life in his arms. “I don’t ever wanna let you go again Scar.” He whispers. “I know I might be coming on too strong, and it definitely is too soon to ask you to answer me, but I will wait for you. As long as it takes you to recover.”

She smiled and closed her eyes. His words almost make her cry from happiness. He was always the one and she had been so dumb not to see it. She sighed softly, “No…. you don’t have to wait, Will.” She whispered to him and laid her head against his chest, still holding onto him “Because it’s always been you…. it was never him and I should have seen that,” she said softly, a tear falling down her cheek. She wasn’t sad, no she was so incredibly happy. “You’ve always been the one…. I’m sorry it took me this long to realize it.”

He responded by squeezing her tighter than ever. His heart was way out there soaring among the clouds as he heard her validate his feelings and say that he was what she needed all the time. 

The smell of a burning pancake made him start and he quickly let go of her to remove the pan from the stove. He stacked the remaining pancakes on another plate for her and slid a hand around her waist as they went to the dining table to have their breakfast.

She laughed and shook her head “Sorry for burning it. I’ll eat that one,” she said as she fixed her plate and sat down beside him. She smiled as she leaned against him ever so slightly as she began eating her breakfast. Once they were finished eating and the kitchen was cleaned up once again she looked up at him “So, shopping first?” She asked, hoping he would say yes for the simple fact she was so eager to find new clothes that she actually liked.

She began packing their hiking bags with some small snacks, bottles of water, and first aid kits just in case. She turned to look at him and smiled “All ready?” she asked him

Will looked at her as she bustled about after breakfast cleaning up. The pancakes were delicious and the coffee never tasted better. She was literally bouncing around the place happy as she could be. He got up. “I’m always ready…” he said, taking her hand.

Five hours later they were at the top of the trail. This was a place they hiked to often. They stood under the large oak at the top of the hill, looking down at the beautiful fall colors. Will had his arm around her waist and she was leaning contentedly into him. 

She had thoroughly enjoyed their day out. They went shopping, stopped for ice cream and were now hiking up this beautiful trail they used to hike all the time. 

Once they got to the top of the trail she sat down on the bench and enjoyed their view. She sighed “This day has been perfect,” she said softly

He slipped his hand into his pocket and retrieved the ring. “There and a half years ago I wanted to give this to you on your birthday. I meant to give it to you as a promise ring. The promise is still yours if you want it,” he said, holding out the open box.

She looked up at him, blinking as he dug in his pocket. She blinked back happy tears as she chuckled, “Of course I do silly,” she said as she held her hand out for him to slip the ring onto her finger. Once he had done that she wrapped her  arms around his neck and pulled him close. She blushed heavily as she kissed him lovingly. This is what she had always wanted to do with him. She knew at this moment it really was only him. He was who she was meant to be with. She held the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away and laughing softly “S-sorry….” she said and looked away from him shyly

Will felt a sense of completion as he slipped the ring on her finger. He was very much aware of her closeness as she kissed him. She pulled away after a few seconds apologetically. Yet the moment has been magical. He stood up and lifted her to her feet. Pulling her in close in a tight embrace, for the first time he was really aware of holding her as a woman. He leaned down for a second, deeper kiss. “At least we caught the second train,” he whispered, putting his lips to hers, kissing her slowly yet passionately. His hand reached up and held her braid at the nape. “I never realized your hair has gotten this long.”

She got to her feet and hugged him back tightly. She closed her eyes for a moment while she kissed him back again. Once they parted again she nodded “Yeah, a little late to the game but we’re here,” she giggled and kissed him again. She shivered slightly and he held her braid at her nape. She nodded “Yeah… I kinda hate it,” she did as she pulled the braid over her shoulder “Since I have my new clothes I think I’ve decided to have you cut it…. if you still want to that is,”

“You know I would love to. It was the highest amount of trust you put in me even back then. In fact I’ll be quite honest, I never felt closer to you than during your monthly haircuts. I’d be happy to be your barber again. Same choppy, razor sliced bob?” He asked her. He knew the answer would be yes. He was already over the moon the way things turned out.

She laughed softly “It was always so relaxing. You went out of your way to wash my hair and everything,” she said and kissed his cheek “You’re the best barber I got,” she said and held his hand “Well yes, unless you had something else in mind.” She shrugged, “I think I might even want to go a bit shorter than I used to.” She said as she took a drink of her water and began their descent down the trail

The downhill trek was a lot more enjoyable. Holding hands for most part, walking down in a half cuddle on the flatter stretches. Stopping for an occasional kiss, generally horsing around.

The remainder of their hike was filled with laughter and conversation just like it used to be between them. She even tripped over a fallen branch and scraped her knee, causing him to have to bandage her up like he used to always do. 

Three hours later they were back home, happy and just a bit tired. Will opened the door and on a whim, picked up Scar in a princess carry, carrying her over the threshold. He placed a gentle peck on her lips, setting her down.

Once home she was about to unbuckle herself and get out of the car. She laughed and held onto him as he picked her up “I can walk you know,” she rolled her eyes playfully and grinned “Gotta get my clothes and stuff out of the trunk,” she said and she kissed him back sweetly and stood on her feet

Will helped her carry on her shopping. It was literally a full wardrobe. He helped her clear out space in the guest room wardrobe and unpack everything in there. “Looks like you’ve moved in now, roomie,” he said, hugging her from behind. His hands caressing her stomach and the feeling of closeness as he felt her pert butt against him.

“Do you want your haircut now?” He whispered, playfully nibbling her ear.

She hung up all of her new clothes. They were all punk and goth and dark colors and everything she used to wear. It made her so happy to have clothes she wanted to wear. She giggled and playfully wiggled her butt against him “Yeah I know right. Roomie?” She grinned and turned around. She pulled the hair tie out of her hair and undid the braid “Sure. Did you think about what you wanted to do with it?” She asked curiously.

“I was thinking about a return to your trademark choppy bob. I’m open if you want it longer or shorter,” he said, placing a kiss on her neck. “Damn, it feels so good to be this close to you,” he says. His hands slowly move up, stopping just shy of her breasts, as if asking for her permission to touch her.

She shivered as she tilted her head to the side slightly, allowing him better access to her neck. She smiled “Well…. I kind of wanted to go shorter as a kind of fuck you to him…. but I dont know what I want exactly. I want my short, choppy and cool bob that’s all I know,” she said and nodded in agreement “I know. Like we’re meant to be like this,” she whispered as she took his hand and put it against her breast “You can touch me. I like it when you touch me,” she said and kissed his cheek

He felt her move his hand up to her breast. The simple act told him how much she trusted him and wanted to be with him. He gave a gentle squeeze. Her kiss on his cheek was exciting as ever. He turned his face to hers and took her lips in a deep passionate kiss.

“Well, let’s start at your usual bob and see how you feel after that.”

She smiled and kissed him back longingly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself close to him. She nodded in agreement to his suggestion “That sounds good to me. Do you want to wash it first? Or how do you want to do this?”

He strokes her hair tenderly. “I don’t think I can wash this carpet in the sink. I mean I’d have to take you into the shower. Besides, it looks pretty clean and most of it is gonna come off. Let’s just make with the cut,” he says, stroking her cheek. “Do you want me to get the stool ready?”

She smiled and nodded “True, there’s just too much to deal with. You can wash it when we’re all done,” she said softly and kissed his cheek again “But yes…. get the stool ready” she said and nudged him away “Go, I want to change into something special okay?” She said and smiled at him. Once he left she dug her clothes out that she had worn there the night before. She stared down at the baby pink blouse and khaki colored slacks with a look of disgust before she pulled her clothes off and changed into them.

Will goes into his room to retrieve the haircutting kit that hasn’t seen the light of the day in years. He brings it out along with a cape. He places a stool on the kitchen floor on some newspapers for easy cleaning, and waits for scarlet

She hated these clothes. She hated what they stood for. She shouldn’t have had to change herself for anyone, especially a man. She tucked her hair behind her ear and walked out of the room towards the kitchen. She looked at him and bit her lip “I uh…. I thought it would piss him off knowing I’m getting my hair chopped off in the clothes he loved me wearing,” she said nervously

He sees her walk out of the room, hair up in a prim and proper bun, wearing a blouse and slacks that was well… ‘not her style’ would be a charitable assessment. “I suppose that makes sort of sense, but honestly, it feels weird seeing you in clothes like this.”

He takes her hand and seats her on the stool. Tipping her head down and checking her overgrown neck. Her neck usually needed special attention with the razor to keep it looking clean. “What do you say to cutting the clothes off along with your hair? Like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon?”

She sat down on the stool and bowed her head for him. Even though her hair was long her neckline was still crazy with wispy baby hairs that never wanted to cooperate, hence when she had her bob she would usually just have him buzz her nape to keep it looking neat.

She smiled “That sounds perfect actually,” she said “P-plus it’ll kinda be our first…. intimate encounter. I’m looking forward to this,”

The trolley is set up with everything that he needed to do her hair: Comb, scissors, clippers, a straight razor for her famous ‘choppy’ look, and a water sprayer. He picked up the scissors. Placing the point of one blade against her neck, he cut in a neat hairline across her nape. The cold steel defining a neat new hairline. He held her head down firmly while he cut. 

She felt cool mist hit the back of her neck as he sprayed it down, massaging it firmly. “I’m gonna shave the back of your neck, Scar, so I need you to hold perfectly still.” He tells her.

She shivered slightly as the cold blades grazed her sensitive neck. She closed her eyes, a smile on her lips as he began without hesitation. Goosebumps rose on her skin as the cool water sprayed against her neck “Okay. I know the drill,” she smiled as she froze in place, staying perfectly still for him so he could get her neck perfect the way he used to

He placed the razor in her hairline and slowly scraped down. Carefully shaving the back of her neck clean. Each careful scrape followed by wiping the blade on her thick heavy bun. “Good to see you haven’t forgotten…” he says as he carefully shaved her neck line

“I don’t think I could have forgotten this feeling,” she said, remaining still while he cleaned up her neckline with the straight razor. “I liked having you cut my hair more than the fact you always did a good job…. it always felt so good,” she admitted

“For someone who’s as big a tomboy and as fiercely independent as you are, you certainly are quite cooperative when I cut your hair. I guess it’s the trust you have in me, huh?” Says Will. 

Working his way carefully across the wet nape, he cleans up all of the overgrown fuzz on her neck, leaving behind smooth, kissable skin. Still holding her bun in his firm grip, he leans down to place a line of kisses across her freshly shaved neckline. 

“I’ve always trusted you,” she smiled. “It also helps you do a good job and make it feel good,” she said softly. Once he was finished cleaning up her nape she let out a soft sigh of pleasure as he kissed all along the smooth skin. She giggled, her cheeks blushing slightly “Yes, finally,” 

“Now let’s let the butterfly out of her cocoon,” he whispers, putting down the razor. He reaches around her to undo her high and tight collar button. Hands straying down ever so lightly to caress her breasts. He then goes off to the kitchen counter to get a regular pair of scissors. 

One by one, he snips off the buttons on the neck of her blouse. Slipping the blades into her blouse, he carefully cuts down the front of her blouse opening it up. He follows it up by cutting up each sleeve and reaching her collar, letting him remove the ruined blouse off her.

She sat up straight and lifted her head to look at him. She bit her lip, her legs squirming slightly as he caressed her breasts. Once he returned with normal scissors she smiled at him. She truly trusted him with everything.

She kept her breathing even as he snipped the pearlescent buttons off, slowly opening the pink fabric to reveal her nude colored bra. Once he cut the blouse off her entirely she shivered, cool air brushing against her exposed skin. 

Underneath that was a badly fitted bra supposed to keep her modest and her figure concealed. “I suppose this is another example of his ‘modesty’” says Will sarcastically as he cuts the centerpiece of fabric holding the cups together. Two snips at the shoulders and her bra is discarded as well.

She nodded “But off course. Modesty doesn’t matter if you actually have a figure under the clothes, don’t you know?” She said sarcastically as he cut away the bra as well. Her breasts were perky and smooth, a little on the smaller side but beautiful nonetheless.

“First steps to freedom.” Says Will, stroking her chin and neck.

Scar nuzzled against his hand as he touched her face, smiling “I appreciate you setting me free. I’m happy you waited for me all those years,” she whispered to him.

Will reaches down, cupping her naked breasts for the first time in the years of knowing her. They fit perfectly into the palm of his hand. “Absolutely perfect.” He whispers, squeezing gently, letting his fingers slip forward to her nipples. She presses back against him and he can make no secret of his arousal. He tips her head down again and pulls her thick heavy bun loose.

She chuckled softly, “He always wanted me to get a boob job because he wanted them bigger…. even though he wouldn’t let me show them.” She said, enjoying him touching her breast “So I’m glad you like them,” she said and bowed her head, letting him let her hair down from the tight bun it was held in.

“Time to lose the ball and chain of your imprisonment,” he says as he starts to comb out her long lush locks. “I’ll be honest, your hair is spectacular, but it’s not you,” he adds as he works the comb through the length for the last time.

“Thank goodness. 3 years too long,” she smiled as she lifted her head. She squeezed her thighs together as he combed through her hair “I know it’s not…. long hair has never been my thing,” she said softly. She remained still for him so he could do his work without any issues. 

He parts her hair down each side at her ears, letting the sections fall forward over her, covering her breasts. Having separated them, he turns her around to face him and kneels before her.

“Head up, Back straight, chest out, Scar,” he grins. As she sits up he holds the section of hair against her left breast, picking up the cutting shears. He slowly slides them into the thick black locks, level with her nipple, letting her feel the cold steel.

He feels her squirm as he lets the scissors cut into the soft hair. Her first haircut in years. Slowly he cuts across the section of hair and drops the cut piece at her feet, tickling her toes.

Then, he transfers his attention to the right side, snipping that section as well. It’s a rather rough cut, anything but neat as was the way she always liked it. One more section of hair dumped on her feet. 

She looked down at him slightly as he knelt in front of her “O-okay.” She said as she straightened her back just like he had told her to do. The hair on her arms stood on end as she felt the cold shears against her breasts. She drew in one final deep breath, smiling to herself as she listened to the sweet sound of the sharp blades slicing through the first section of hair. Her toes curled around the fallen hair and giggled softly as he continued cutting through her hair. She felt lighter already and they weren’t even halfway done. 

He turns her around again, pulling both cut sections to the back. A few strokes with the comb and he goes across with the scissors, cutting huge sheaves of hair. Thick chunks falling at his feet as his Scar began the process of shedding her cocoon, back to being the girl she was, the girl he loved so much.

Once he evened out the back with the front 3 sections she brushed her fingers through her hair, grinning “It feels so much better already.” She said and shivered. She hadn’t had hair this short in years “This is wonderful,” she said to him and looked back at him “You’re wonderful,”

Gathering her hair at the nape, he gently pulls her head back while raising her head up. He leans in for another deep upside down kiss, with one hand stroking her breasts. “I can’t get enough of your sweater puppies… and you’re perfect for me the way you are,” he breathes as he kisses her deeply and passionately. Slowly easing off the kiss, he starts to comb her hair again. 

She tilted her head all the way back, smiling as she kissed him. She giggled “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself,” she winked at him before kissing him back, lifting her hand to gently cup his cheek before he pulled away. She looked straight ahead again. 

This time, he splits her bra strap length hair into three sections and starts to braid it nice and tight. Pulling firmly on her hair, stroking it. In a way he would miss this beautiful hair. But, at the end of the day, it wasn’t her, and that’s what mattered.

He tied off the end of the braid and picked up the scissors. “Ready darling?” He asked.

She hummed as he braided her hair into 3 sections. She nodded “I’m so ready, get it off me.” She said and smiled as she crossed one leg over the other knee to relieve some of her pleasure that was stirring inside of her “Go for it Will,” she said softly

He turned her to face him, and tipped her head forward, standing close to her. As she looked down, she could clearly see his arousal as she waited for the scissors to take off her braid. She felt the cold steel brush across her nape and a firm pull as she held it ready for the scissors. “For freedom and for love…” he said, putting the scissors to her braid.

She blushed slightly, seeing his arousal. She lifted her hand and slowly began to rub his bulge in hopes of relieving him also. She bit her lip when she felt the scissors against her freshly shaved nape “Thank you for doing this. I couldn’t imagine a better first encounter with you,” she said softly

“Looks like I’ll need to take you to bed after cutting your braid, honey” said Will as he let the sharp scissors bite into her braid snug against her nape. She obediently held her head steady, massaging him while he cut away across her braid. The braid was positively thick and it was an effort to cut through the thickness. But he progressed slowly and steadily. After what looked like an age of sawing, cutting & shearing, the braid came off with a jerk.

She giggled softly, her cheeks flushing bright pink “I suppose you will,” she said as she bit down on her lip. Her eyes fluttered closed as the shears struggled through her thick braid. While she kept her head steady her legs squirmed, and she whimpered softly, pleasure building inside her as she heard the crunch of her blades sawing through her thick hair. A shiver ran up her spine as he finally managed to sever the braid. Her hand went back to feel the damage. She shuddered “So much better,” she whispered 

“I don’t think I can keep you waiting any longer Scar,” said Will ruffling her rough cut chin length hair. He picked her up and carried her into the bedroom in a princess carry.

She held onto him tightly and nodded in agreement “Me neither.” She whispered and kissed him deeply as he carried her up to the bedroom.

An hour or so passed before they were back in the kitchen. Her cheeks were bright pink and she was completely nude. They had made love together and it had been the most passionate, consensual intercourse she had ever had. Her newly cut hair curled around her cheeks and neck, clinging to the sweat that had beaded on her skin. She smiled up at him sheepishly “S-so I think I want it shorter,” she admitted to him, tugging on her hair lightly

Will picks her up and sets her down in the stool. He runs his hands over her bare shoulders, gently caressing her. He loved the feeling of the intimate closeness that he just had with her. There’s something about finding someone you’ve known all your life, in a new light and in a new relationship.

He runs his hands up into her shorter bob. Gently pulling her hair. “How much shorter do you want it darling? Should I cut it down to two inches?”

She shuddered as he ran his hands all over her skin and tugged on her hair. She leaned her head back “W-well I think the back should be shorter. Like I think we should buzz my nape, what do you think?” She asked softly

Will doesn’t answer, instead he silently tips her head forward. Gentle yet firm. He snaps on a 1/4” guard on the clippers. Hand firmly on her head, holding her still, he turns on the clippers. The whine fills the air, and momentarily she feels the vibrating clippers pressed against her nape. 

Slowly they move up, snarling as they chew into her thick auburn locks, shearing them off to a 1/4. He places his thumb half way up her head, letting the clippers ride out of her hair.

Thick soft hair plummeting on her shoulders and bare thighs as the clippers shear her hair down. He finishes buzzing the nape up and rubs it firmly. “Like that, baby?” He asks.

Her breath caught in her throat as he pushed her head down. She bit her lip as her shortened locks fell into her face and eyes. She gasped, squirming her legs slightly as she felt the clippers connect with her nape. “Ahh! Hnng…” she vocalized in soft moans as the sweet vibrations climbed up the back of her head. 

She loved the feeling of the clippers almost as much as she loved the feeling of the silken tufts of hair rained down her back, sliding down her skin and settling on the floor. 

She was breathless by the time he had finished. Her chest was rising and falling in quick puffs of breath as she squeezed her thighs together. The feeling of his soft hands against the freshly buzzed nape was almost enough for her to lose control right there. She wanted more. 

She lifted her hand up to feel the back of her head, feeling how high the clippers had gone, feeling the velvet-like stubble that was left. She was at a loss for words “I-I….” she started, shivering as she turned to look at him, her eyes desperate with lust “I want more….”

He turned her to face him, tipping her chin up. He’d never seen such a look of raw unbridled passion and lust. He was mentally kicking himself for not having made a move earlier. He stroked her hair and cupped her chin. Seeing her squirm on the stool tempted him sorely to pick her up and take her to bed again. He was torn between deciding to finish her cut… or start something again.

Teasingly, he put the clippers at her forehead, though they were turned off…

She nuzzled into his hand “I-I love you,” she whispered to him softly.   She grinned happily as he picked the clippers up and placed them on her forehead. Her heart pounding in her chest as she squirmed with excitement “D-do it.” She said, panting harder. Her legs were shaking from how excited she was “I want you to…. I-I want to feel it more,” she admitted, her voice sounding desperate

He lifted her off the stool and sat down on it instead. He got her to kneel before him and drew her face forward gently, resting it against his left thigh. Pushing her hair up off her ear, he held it out of the way.

She obediently did as he urged her to do. She looked up at him lovingly before resting her head against his thigh. She closed her eyes, holding onto his legs gently 

The clippers turned on and he ran them around her ear. The angry snarl of the clippers filled the air as she slumped against him and he started to shear the sides down to a 1/4”. He even took the back up running the clippers forward from her crown.

Hair fell all over her naked sweaty body in large clumps. His only thought was to make Scar happy. If she didn’t want her hair long, she would have it as short as her heart desired.

She couldn’t help but jump slightly when the clippers were turned back on. She smiled to herself as the clippers roared around her ears. She moved her willingly as he moved to the other side. She moaned softly as the hair fell down her body. She slumped against him as the clippers were turned off again, the sides of her hair now sheared down to the same length her nape had been.

“Sh-should we stop?” She asked quietly, her cheeks bright pink. She didn’t want to stop, she wanted more, craved more…. but she still wanted him to find her hairstyle attractive. She bit her lip as she pulled away slightly “I-i’ve gone too far haven’t I?” She asked, realizing just how much more of her hair they had decided to cut off. It was no longer reminiscent of her signature choppy bob and she was scared he wouldn’t like it anymore. She sat back on her legs, bowing her head in shame. 

“We should stop shouldn’t we,” she said, her voice now holding sadness “I don’t want you to not like how it looks so we should stop,” she said “And don’t you dare say whatever makes me happy because if you can’t stand looking at me then I won’t be happy anyways,” she said, assuming he would say exactly something like ‘As long as you’re happy Scar’ or something similar

“I still need to finish the rest of your head, darling,” said Will as she turned her to sit with her back to him. Half her hair still remained to be shorn. He had her scoot back a little, right between his legs, lifting and tilting her head. He felt her hands curl around his leg as he plowed the clippers back into what was left of her thick mop.

The shearing continued for a little while longer and soon she was down to a 1/4” fuzz all over her head.  He turned her to face him, turning off the clippers. Cupping her chin, he lifted her face up. 

She blinked slightly in confusion “Wait, r-really?” She asked softly as she moved as he instructed. She leaned her head back into his lap. Her cheeks remained red as she held onto his legs again. Her lips parted as she moaned again while the clippers were turned on again and continued their job. 

She was dazed as the clippers finished shearing away her hair, only leaving her with fuzz all over.  She turned back around and looked at him, placing her hand against his when he cupped her face.

“Are you kidding? Not only are you drop dead gorgeous, I was kinda hoping you’d turn me loose on your hair after not having it cut for years.  I’m enjoying every minute of us being together, and I’d gladly shear you every week to keep you looking this sexy. Do you know how beautiful your eyes look now? Or how delicate your exposed ears are?”

Turning her face gently to one side, he leans in. Wiping the stuck strands of hair off her ear, he delicately nibbles on it..

“R-really?” She asked after hearing his words “Y-you actually wanted to do something like this? And you like how it looks?” She asked, surprised. She smiled in relief and giggled softly as he nibbled on her exposed ear. She closed her eyes as she lifted her other hand up to feel her head. She loved the feeling of the fuzz everywhere “We’ve gone this far…. should we take it smooth?” She asked curiously

“I’ll be honest darling… I’ve been dreaming about that for quite a while. I’ve always wanted to shave a woman bald, and well, if it’s you, that makes it particularly memorable,” said Will. He got up off the stool and lifted her to her feet. He eased her back on the stool.

“Here’s to both our dreams coming true…”

She blushed even more “W-well I’m glad I could do this for you too then,” she giggled softly as she slowly got back to her feet. She sat down on the stool and crossed her legs “Yes, I’m happy we could do this together,” she said and looked back at him, taking his hand and kissing his knuckles softly before turning back around

Will disappears into the bathroom for a moment before returning with a tube of shaving cream and a shaving brush. He applies a dab of cream on the crown of her head and starts working up a nice rich lather with the shaving brush. He works diligently to cover her head completely with a thick even coat of smooth lather.

She feels him stretch the skin at the crown followed by the scrape of the razor as it works in short strokes towards her nape. Leaving behind a patch of smooth clean scalp. He wipes it off on a tissue and continues, slowly and carefully…

Each stroke picking up a huge amount of lather flecked with her hair.

She rubbed her head again, smiling at the feeling while he was in the bathroom. Once he returned she sat up straight and still, allowing him to work the cool lather against her head. She bit her lip, enjoying the soft scraping sound of the razor against her scalp and the soothing feeling of the blade doing its work.

Her willingness and obedience are very very exciting for Will as he works to shave her clean. Slow careful strokes with the razor, careful not to nick her smooth creamy skin, Scalp that has never before felt a razor blade. He has a soft delicate touch as he shaves the back down all the way to her neck. Then he works around to her left side. All his strokes originate from the same point on the crown of her head as he shaves her confidently, yet carefully.

He feels her breathing quicken as he moves in front of her tipping her head forward. He lets the razor glide over her scalp, adding to the mountain of lather on the tissue he has.

Slowly working across he reaches her right side, cleaning that up effortlessly. Running the razor down her sideburns as well. He pauses to rub her smooth head and places a series of kisses on her naked head.

Picking her up, he carries her into the bedroom. “I think we can go ring shopping…” he whispers in her ear as he sets her down on the bed.