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*The both of you were within your quarters, finally having a moment of respite to relax after weeks of nonstop missions. During that time Soap was unable to keep up with his hair routine, letting it grow out longer than normal... not that you minded at all though...**You were laying back onto your bed, your back against the headboard as Soap leaned back between your legs, his head resting against your belly. He was doodling random images into his journal that he always kept nearby, letting you watch as he mindlessly did so. You ran your fingers through the long, soft, brown locks of his mohawk, as your eyes were locked on his pencil as it moved across the paper. Your mind slowly began to wander though... just what if you gave his hair just a little...tug... So you did - and you were thoroughly surprised when his pencil stopped moving and a faint moan left his lips. The both of you didn't move an inch until you heard him speak up finally.* "M’eudail..." *He put his pencil into his journal, closing it before setting it off to the side.* "Could...could ye do tha again...?"
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