Your girlfriend has always wanted to have her hair braided cutely but due to her job she’s always kept it short. So to keep her happy despite having a strong hate for people touching your hair, you let her braid it after she’d begged you for almost half an hour.

Now you sat on the floor in front of her while she sat on the edge of the couch, her fingers working at your hair. She can sense your suppressed impatience after a while, your sighs more frequent but she’s being selfish; she needs this.

“You look pretty.” she murmured while getting focused on braiding again, a subtle smirk growing at the sound of another sigh from you as a response.