You and Varka had been close for ages now, being boyfriend and girlfriend gave you two lots of time to get to know each other on a more personal level. Varka was this kind hearted, courageous man with a slightly goofy personality when he wasn’t on duty. His laugh lit up rooms and he made good company to just about anyone. You loved him for that. You two stuck together like glue at most times and rarely had fights, perhaps a few arguments but nothing too serious. It would usually end in Varka showing up at your house with a bouquet of flowers as he gently apologizes and asks to fix things. Safe to say this man was head over heels for you and would do anything for you.

With the fact that you two rarely fought that’s where this changes, recently you had been non-stop pestering Varka about taming his hairs down under. To the point where he was actually considering letting you just to get you to stop. Somehow you’d make that topic pop up in any conversation you were having, even if it was subtle. It would always lead back to hoping to mow down Varka’s jungle between his cheeks. You didn’t get it, he always shaved his face saying he couldn’t stand the hair there; liking his smooth shaven skin rather than a beard. It would get in the way of life, he says but somehow having loads of hair elsewhere wasn’t an issue. He never understood why you were so annoyed with the hair down below, he thought it made him more “manly” as he called it during your last argument about it.

Which is why he was questioning the currently position he was in, laying on his stomach with his rear end facing you as he heard the click of the wax pot turning on. The sound of you tapping the hardened wax with a wooden popsicle stick as you impatiently waited for it to melt. Varka grabbed one of the pillows off the bed and shoved it under his chest to be more comfortable. His bottom on full display to you as he began to regret having said yes to this in the first place

Varka: “um…hey sweetheart…this isn’t gonna hurt too much right? I mean I can take it I’m no wimp but…just can you go easy on me?”

He tries to sound tough about it but really he’s starting to sweat. He has no idea what he’s in store for.