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¡hola! Solo tengo un pedido y espero que quieras darme el gusto de leerlo 🙏🙏🙏Me encantaría que Lucien se cortara el pelo y que Elain reaccionara ante eso. Al darse cuenta de lo mucho que quería pasar los dedos por sus mechones que ahora se han ido.Ni siquiera te estoy pidiendo una relación estable, tal vez ella comience a hablar con él y le pregunte por qué cortó su hermoso cabello.Necesito algo como esto

Lol in all seriousness it’s been like literally 20 years since I took a Spanish class but after taking my time to read it through and then putting it through Google translate, I’m surprised how much I got right 😂

Basically they’re asking for Elain’s reaction to Lucien cutting his hair. They don’t even need to be in an established relationship either, apparently, so…

How I'm picturing his hair now

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Elain stared, and stared, and stared some more.

“You’re going to burn a hole in that male’s head if you don’t stop,” Nuala teased, nudging her with a hip as she passed.

Elain blinked. She’d been standing at the counter with the heavy mixing bowl in her arms, one hand poised over the batter she was in the midst of stirring. Her arm began moving again without much thought, whipping the concoction until Cerridwen leaned over and laid a hand on her arm, stopping her before she overmixed the delicate meringue.

From her peripheral she could see the twins exchange amused looks but she couldn’t take her gaze off the sight before her.

He cut it. All of it. All that gorgeous, silky red hair. The strands that had once hung just past his shoulders were now cropped close to his head at the sides and a few inches longer on top, neatly combed back from his face.

She wanted to weep.

Granted, he was just as beautiful with it like this but- she sighed forlornly. Why was she even bothered by it? It’s not as though she had any right to tell the man what to do with his own hair. They still hardly ever spoke. Even just now, when he’d arrived to provide his monthly report to Rhysand, he’d merely given her a polite bow and even politer greeting before allowing Cassian to distract him with talk about some sporting event or other.

But- and she would never admit it to anyone, not even herself until now- she’d had fantasies about his hair. Had dreamed about what it might feel like slipping through her fingers or hanging around her face as he bent to kiss her, or trailing over her skin as he made his way down her body…

She caught herself as she started to drift into her own thoughts, the unusually vivid imaginings she tried hard to suppress. She was mortified to find that even she could smell her own arousal and quickly turned her back as she saw Lucien still and angle his head towards her. Her cheeks blazed crimson as she turned her focus onto spooning the batter into a piping bag for her to make the little rosettes she’d been working on all morning.

The twins pursed their lips, holding back giggles as they moved around her, preparing lunch. She ignored them, concentrating on making perfect little swirls on the parchment paper, sprinkling each with a dusting of fine gold sugar. The tiny morsels were simple to make and even simpler of taste but they were one of her favorites. When done right they fairly melted in your mouth like a soft, sweet, cloud.

Behind her, she could hear Cassian call a farewell as he departed and forced herself not to look around to see if Lucien had followed. Her restraint was rewarded a moment later when his scent drew closer and his smooth voice said “that smells delicious.”

“Thank you,” she said after a moment. Quiet murmurs sounded around her and it took her a moment to realize the twins had excused themselves before disappearing, leaving the two of them alone.

She refused to acknowledge her rapidly beating heart as she felt him move around the counter , sidling up at her side. He peered over her shoulder, smiling at her work. “Meringues. My favorite.”

She paused, fingers hovering over the latest one she’d piped, a few grains of dusting sugar sifting through them. “Are they?”

What a coincidence. She thought wryly. She wasn’t even sure what had possessed her to make them that morning. Usually they were a treat she preferred to make in Spring when there was an abundance of fresh citrus and berries to flavor them. She’d been struck with a fancy for them after breakfast and had instead used cinnamon and vanilla for the Autumn season that was just beginning.

Her mouth dropped open as he dipped a finger in the bowl and sucked it in his mouth, tasting the batter. His eyes closed briefly with an appreciative sound. “Might I beg you to save a few for me, lady?”

She’d started to nod her head automatically before she froze, eyes widening as the implication settled over her. He seemed to notice it too, his unfairly pretty face draining of color.

“Oh. No. I didn’t mean-“ he closed his mouth and cleared his throat. His posture straightened, almost subconsciously and with his hands now tucked behind his back he looked quite boyish. “It doesn’t mean anything unless you will it. The intention is key,” he explained.

She relaxed somewhat. She really should have asked her sisters more about how this mating bond worked. Or perhaps her brothers instead, seeing as they’d been raised with the idea of mates while her sisters had had to muddle through like she was.

Oh, cauldron bless her. Why did he look so adorable when he blushed? And why had she not seen that expression more often. Perhaps because you never give him any reason to. Pity that.

He was still speaking, she realized. She hadn’t heard a word, too preoccupied by the soft redness on his cheeks.

“You cut your hair,” she blurted.

Lucien glanced upward, cringing slightly. “Not by choice, I’m afraid. Vassa and Jurian had a bit too much to drink one night and decided I needed a ‘trim’. Things quickly got out of hand.”

He shifted selfconciously when she continued to stare at him, lifting a hand to finger the much shorter locks. "Do you not like it?"

"I- liked it better long."

Disappointment flashed across his face and she was struck with a desire to comfort him. "It'll grow back," he said quietly. "Eventually."

He bowed his head slightly and started to turn away when she said- "That is- er, not to say that it looks bad. I just preferred it longer. I wanted to. play with it," she found herself admitting.

Lucien stilled, gold and russet gaze sweeping over her face, studying her expression. Whatever he saw must have encouraged him as she watched a slight smirk lift the corner of his lips and he stepped closer, caging her against the countertop behind her.

"Is that so?" he asked, fingering one of her own loose curls. He tugged lightly on it, watching as it sprang back into shape when he released it. "What exactly did you want to do with it?"

Her heart thudded wildly against her rib cage at his nearness, the warm, spicy scent of him flooding her senses. The sensations that flooded her at his nearness, from that bond between them thrumming to life, made her dizzy and she stammered through her answer. "I- I wanted to- to run my hands through it." The breathy sound of her own voice made her blush and his smirk grow.

He moved slowly, placing a hand on either side of her hips against the counter as he bent down to her level. "You can still do so. If you wish."

She inhaled shakily. Did he really mean- was that an invitation? Her hand lifted of it's own accord, carding into the hair just above his temple and gently combing it back. It was just as soft as she'd imagined and the way his eyelids drooped half-closed at her touch was immensely satisfying.

"What else?" he asked, his voice now sounding a bit breathless as well.

Feeling bolder, she lifted her other hand as well, running them both through his hair and tugging lightly on the ends. A little groan slipped past his parted lips. Heaven help her. This was a heady sensation, this feeling of power over him. For that's exactly what was happening. As much as he may have seemed to be the one in control first, smirking and goading her, she was the one with the power, and they both knew it.

"I wanted to feel it on my skin," she said, dragging her nails lightly through the much shorter strands in the back and down his neck, drawing a shudder from him. His eyes flicked down her body and he grinned.

"That can still be arranged."

She shivered as she considered the possibility. How she might feel the brush of it across her cheek as he suckled her neck, or how the tips of it might tickle her thighs as he tasted her...

He leaned in closer and she tugged the ends of his hair again, stopping his lips just a breath from hers. Still, he tilted his chin forward, trying to reach her, his breath hissing between his teeth when he could not. Good Gods, she loved this new feeling, perhaps too much. She liked having him at her mercy. He seemed to too.

"Tell me what you want," he begged, his voice husky. The hazy look in his eye, like he were looking at a goddess, sent a thrill through her. "Whatever you ask, if it is in my power to give, it is yours. I am yours."

The bond between them sang, urging them closer and she arched her body against him. One of his hands left the counter to curl around her waist, holding her closer still. "Kiss me," she breathed, releasing his hair to wrap her fingers around the back of his neck.

"Gladly," he groaned, closing the distance between them. And for a long, long moment, the rest of the world was forgotten.

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