You practically begged to braid Charles' hair because it looks like a mess at the moment and it is all over the place. With some reluctant and hesitation, he allowed you to braid his hair.

Charles is sat on the floor and your sat on a log, your fingers intertwining with his hair as you brush it out. Charles can't help but think it is a good massage. His back is propped up against the log and his legs are stretched out infront of him with his hands on his lap. You have your hands in his hair, braiding it. Occasionally, your inner thighs brush against the side of Charles' shoulders.

"Are you almost done?" Charles asked, even though he already knows the answer. You're nowhere near done. You're too busy playing with his hair and you got distracted again.