Author: jat sapphire
Contact: [email protected]Obligatory Semi-Legal Disclaimer Thing: I don't make any money for writing or posting this story. The characters and setting are not mine. The hair was Seymour's. Yummy.
Serina's Hair
(Drabble)
She wants to touch that silky cascade, rub her face in it. Serina turns, it swings, air moves--the shampoo may be perfumed but some of that is just Serina.
Wood-brown as the polished tables at home on Caprica, where she always stared while her father blessed the
feast.This is a feast, a blessed one, and not for her. Often as she dreams of Serina kneeling above her, curtains of perfume and silk around them, dragging over breasts, stomach....
Now the ceremony is in a bare few minutes and Athena, brushing and styling Serina's hair, is only a sister-in-law.
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