Tegan complied without words, squeezing some of the shampoo onto her palms, before slowly beginning to massage the lather through his black hair, fingers working slowly over his scalp, fingernails scratching lightly. She watched her hands slip through the black, soap-slick locks, lifting and threading through his hair, before she tipped his head back against her chest, the suds rinsing down her body, and leaning his hair clean. She repeated the process, taking her time, methodically massaging and scratching his scalp, from the nape of hi neck to the edge of his hairline, finger combing his hair meticulously. Her hands chased the conditioner from his hair, with the water, and again, the soap slid down her body between them. She leaned her face against his hair, and inhaled, orchids mingling with roses.