"COME ON, IT'LL BE FUN."

Sophie blushed at her overly enthusiastic girlfriend and the way she was watching her with some sort of mischevious smile. Sophie couldn't stand when she smiled at her that way, and she just seemed to know that it got under the blonde girl's skin.

It wasn't unnerving or anything, it just. . . Sent heat pooling in places it probably shouldn't have.

"I don't understand what it is with you and hair," Sophie mumbled, non-verbally giving in to Biana's terms.

She clapped her hands excitedly, knowing that she had broken Sophie. "Come sit over here," she beckoned, patting the space or carpet between her legs.

Sophie shook her head, blushing as she turned around and scooched backwards. She felt her girlfriend's fingers undo her ponytail and begin to comb through her tangled hair, and it sent a jolt of electricity through her body.

Especially when her fingertips grazed the nape of her neck.

"I like doing makeup and clothes, too," Biana reminded. "Fitz used to let me dress him up when we were younger. He had a favourite dress and I always would colour-coordinate shoes with it and makeup shades. . ."

The hypnotic way Biana was combing through her hair almost made her miss the last statement. Sophie smiled, trying to imagine her Cognate and girlfriend all young and innocent, playing dress-up in Everglen's hallways and lavish bedrooms. "Aw," she cooed. "That's so cute."

Biana leaned forward and kissed Sophie's jawline, eyes shining. "You're cute."

Sophie never knew how to respond to the way Biana just. . . did things like that. She tended to spontaneously do something adorable - or, dare she say, hot - without even realizing the way that it affected Sophie.

Or maybe she completely realized and did it solely for that fact and her own personal amusement.

"Stop," Sophie half-whined, her face on fire as she felt Biana begin to pull her hair back.

"Never," Biana laughed, twining and twisting her hair. "Not until you believe it."

"You're stupid," Sophie mumbled, heat blossoming all over her skin.

"Making you feel loved isn't being stupid," Biana corrected, running her hands through Sophie's scalp again, making the other girl unwillingly melt.

"Well, it makes me feel weird," Sophie said, her whole body practically on fire as Biana finish tying her hair up. Biana moved beside her, lifting up her hand and brushing the cascading, stray strands of hair behind Sophie's ear so that they framed her face.

"That feeling isn't called weird," Biana said. "That's you being appreciated and loved. And if that feels weird, then that means I'm not complimenting you enough or something."

"Oh, you're doing that plenty," Sophie assured, involuntarily leaning into the hand Biana brushed against her cheek.

The beautiful, dark-haired Vacker giggled, eyes glittering. "Then maybe we should just do this more often. I can be around you, we can hang out and talk about the stupid stuff, I can do your hair and brush some eyeshadow on those pretty lids, get you into a dress. . ."

"Mm," Sophie mumbled, leaning in at the same pace and time as Biana. Their foreheads pressed together, their noses tickling one another. "You had me until you said 'dress.'"

Biana giggled again and it was honestly the best thing Sophie had ever heard. "I love the way you look all dressed-up, though. You won't do it that often. But you're just so pretty and I just love to stare and I want to kiss you whenever I. . ."

"You're rambling," Sophie whispered, reaching up and cupping one side of Biana's face.

"I am," Biana agreed, more-than-a-little shakily. "Want to kiss me to make me feel better?"

Sophie laughed, both of their faces blooming in colour. "Why not."