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Assistant: Title: Cerulean eyes for the damaged soul
        Author: loveshazel loveshazel 
        Chapter: 3/32 
        Summary: "I'll stitch you up when you are back to consciousness" she mumbled, completely wrapped up in the dressing of the wound. So much so that she did not notice the voice that addressed her, at first.
  A female voice with a very distinct American accent. The voice sounded exhausted, parched, low, but strong. "If you're talking to me, you're going to have to speak English sweetheart" Caitlyn's eyes widened as she looked up from dressing the wound and cerulean eyes found the greyest ones she had ever seen, sending a rush through her that she was unfamiliar with.  Then, Caitlyn spoke.  English this time, laced with a light French accent. "I told you your wound would need to be stitched up when you were to wake" she simply informed her, ignoring how heart her started pounding yet again. orDuring the summer of 1943, Caitlyn rescues US Air Force pilot Violet McAdams from a plane wreck in the French country side, and decides to hide her on her farm to allow her wounds to heal properly.Neither of them in prepared for the romance that follows this foolish, yet courageous decision.
        Contents: Chapter 3: Heaven help the fool who falls in love
    

    


      
        
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    Over the next several days, Caitlyn found that having Violet around was quite the blessing in disguise. Caitlyn had expected her to be strong and able to do hard labour but the woman had outdone herself with the immense help she had been to her on the farm. She had started off by helping her fix some of the fence just behind the barn, one of the spots that was out of sight for the neighbours. After showing her how to do it, Violet had been putting her all into her task and finished before dinner. It gave Caitlyn a bit of room to breathe, even though it felt like oxygen was in short supply whenever she was in the presence of her pilot. She hadn't a clue just why she felt her heart stop every once in a while when Violet helped her lift something or when she helped out in the kitchen and she had to reach up to grab something from a shelf. "Where are you from?" Caitlyn dared ask on the fourth day of Violet's stay in her house. She was redressing the stitched up wound on Violet's abdomen that was healing quite nicely. She always liked to distract the copper haired woman from the uncomfortable feeling of her redressing the wound, and usually did so with questions. When they were at work, they didn't usually talk. They both seemed to enjoy focussing on the task at hand and getting it done. Short conversations were had at the dinner table but they were usually avoidant of any topic that might be sensitive. Yet, Caitlyn's curiosity was growing with each day that passed and she hoped she was not crossing a line by asking Violet about her past.Luckily, the woman did not seem to mind too much and gave her a soft smile "New York, Brooklyn to be exact" was the answer she received as she pressed a wet cloth on the stitches. She was leaning in slightly, her face close to Violet's bare stomach as she worked on looking after the stitches, but she found her eyes wandering up to the stormy ones of her pilot. Violet's beautiful grey eyes found her the second she dared glance up. "I've never been overseas" Caitlyn admitted "but New York has always been one of the places I would love to visit if I ever did make the journey"This seemed to peak the interest of Violet, who immediately shot back with a question of her own "really? Are you one for adventures?"Caitlyn smiled as she broke eye contact and focused back on the task at hand, taking care of the stitched up abdomen of her pilot "I am. As a child, I used to collect maps from countries all around the world""What stopped you from pursuing those dreams?" Violet softly asked as she eyed Caitlyn's skilled fingers at work on her wound. They both knew the answer to that question. She was a woman. There was not a lot of choices she had in life and a lot of choices were ones made by the men in her life, either her father or her husband. Travelling the world by yourself as a woman was something so unthinkable to her that it almost made her laugh. That didn't mean it wasn't a dream, though. "Life, I suppose" was the answer Caitlyn chose to give her and she sat up slightly, her face now further away from the smooth skin of Violet's stomach. She couldn't help but let her thumb gently run over the stitched up wound. She didn't miss the shiver that ran through Violet's body when she did so, but she gave it no second thought. Perhaps her fingers were cold from the water she had used to clean the skin."Life's a b@tch" Violet groaned as Caitlyn pressed on the wound slightly to see if any liquid would seep through the stitches. When it didn't, she redressed the wound with fresh bandages and her eyes were pulled back to Violet's face in a swift motion. A soft glint of joy sparkled in her cerulean irises as she spoke once again "you always use such crass words""I practically grew up around rough men and I have been in the army for several years, can't help it" Violet simply shrugged, but her smile told Caitlyn that the woman seemed to enjoy the fact that Caitlyn had brought it up. Violet was quite the mystery to her. She was a woman who behaved more like a man on most occasions, yet that was something to intriguing to Caitlyn that it only pulled her towards the woman more. "So I see" was Caitlyn's answer, followed by a chuckle as she pulled Violet's shirt down and got up. "I was thinking I could give you a haircut""Is it that bad?" her pilot joked but ran her fingers through her wild curls immediately. They were a lot more chaotic than Caitlyn's well kept curls, and tangled in many places. It probably had something to do with the fact that Violet seemed to hate everything that had to do with taking care of her hair in regards to actually taking the time for it. In the past days that Violet had been living with Caitlyn, she had yet to witness her trying to tame those curls once. And she had not washed them yet, there was a dry patch of blood on the back of her head still and it had been driving Caitlyn nuts for days. Yet, she did not want to be rude so she had not said anything about it but it seemed that it was about time."I used to cut my husband's hair" Caitlyn dared reach out and run her fingers through her pilot's wild curls as far as that was possible. Another mental note was taken when Violet seemed to immediately relax from the feeling of her short fingernails on her scalp. "I'll make it look good, I promise""Okay" it was a simple answer but made Caitlyn's heart swell slightly. "I trust you"
  I trust you. 
Three words that meant more to her than any other word anyone had ever spoken to her. This woman had a lot of gut to put her trust in her. She was a stranger to her until several days ago and even though she was trustworthy, she was unsure what she had done to prove that to VioletViolet, who currently gave her the smallest, yet most adorable smile she had witnessed of her so far. "I'll take care of it tonight then" Caitlyn promised her as she removed her hand from Violet's unruly curls, immediately missing the feeling of contact with another human being. She had been deprived of it for so long that every small touch with Violet made her skin feel like it was on fire. "I want to take care of the living room today" Caitlyn announced as they made their way down the stairs to get their day started. "I have a lot of things that might be worth trading for goods, so I want to clean up and see what we can find""Alright" Violet agreed as they stepped into the living room. They didn't spend a lot of time in there, usually they went up to bed straight after dinner since their days were quite exhausting. Violet had probably only seen it two or three times and never spend more than five minutes in there. But today, they'd have to get it over with.Caitlyn's pools of blue followed the pilot as the woman made her way around the living room and observed everything she could find in a manner that Caitlyn found very fitting for a soldier. She didn't touch anything but Caitlyn could see her drawing conclusions in her head as she looked at all the things that she kept in the living room. When she got to the fireplace, she stopped. For the first time since entering the room, Violet's hand reached out and picked up one of the framed photographs that Caitlyn kept on the mantle. When she took a step closer, she could see it was the photo of her and her husband on their wedding day five years before. "Is this the infamous husband?" she could hear that Violet was trying to hide the curiosity in her voice, remaining professional and distant concerning the look on her face but the tone in her voice was making it obvious that she was more than curious.The smile on Caitlyn's face was a faint one "he is. His name is George, I'm not sure I've told you that before"Violet's face did not betray anything but she did seem interested in knowing more about the husband in question. "You must miss him" she put the framed photograph back as her curious eyes roamed the mantle for another one that drew her attention. Which happened to be one of her and her parents."I do some days, but the farm keeps me busy and he has been gone for over two years" Caitlyn softly explained, not wanting to sound too much like a wife who had lost the feeling of care for her husband about a year and a half into his departure. "After some time, you forget what it was like to have someone by your side every day, you know what I mean?""Oh yes" Violet seemed lost in thought as she observed the photograph of her and her parents, though that did not seem to be what was on her mind. "I know exactly what you mean"There was a sense of pain and loss behind those words. The stormy eyes that could sometimes bore right into her soul were reflecting a momentary second of grief for something unknown to Caitlyn, but she did not want to bring it up. Violet would tell her what she wanted to when she was ready, she ought not to push such matters."I was eight in this photograph" Caitlyn informed her, deciding to change the subject to something a bit more happy. "My parents and I went on holiday to London, this was taken in Kensington Gardens"Violet's closed off face formed into a hint of a smile as she looked at eight year old Caitlyn, standing between her two parents with her long black hair in two straight braids, eyes wide but a dreamy smile on her lips as she was holding a picnic basket in one hand and a small bouquet of flowers, that she had picked herself, in the other. She looked back on that day with fondness, remembering how big of an adventure the trip to England had seemed to her.It had felt like her first big adventure into the world, even though it was with her parents and they had just gone to attend the wedding of a cousin. Taking the train to the harbour, then the boat to England and spending two whole weeks in a foreign country, that had been the adventure of a lifetime for her at eight years old. It had truly felt like the start of a new phase in her life. Unfortunately that phase had been short-lived because the moment she told her mother about her plans to travel the world when she grew up, they had been shut down with the mere argument that a life of travel was unbefitting for a woman. Let alone a woman of her station.So she hadn't mentioned it again and she had shaken off the feeling of rejection that came with her mother informing her that she was not equipped to travel the world as a man could. "You seem happy" Violet observed and Caitlyn answered with a nod."I was" Violet put the photograph back down and Caitlyn touched her muscular arm for a moment "let's get started, shall we?"There was a lot to get through. The first thing they tackled were the bookcases. Most books belonged to Caitlyn, as her husband was not very interested in reading anything other than the paper. She had intended to read every book on her shelves but looking after the farm by herself had taken up so much time and energy that she simply had not finished a book properly in years.Most books were in French but quite a few in English too and once again, Caitlyn noticed that Violet's interest was peaked as they took all the books from the shelves and dusted them and the books off before putting them back in alphabetical order by last name of the authors. "You really do like the idea of travelling, don't you?" Violet teased in a gentle tone as she placed a book about ancient Egypt back on the shelves. For some unknown reason, the tone in Violet's voice and the way she voiced her question, made Caitlyn blush as she put a book that she knew she would not read again, in a box. "I do""I should take you home to New York with me then" the pilot joked. It was a good thing that she wasn't looking at Caitlyn in that exact moment, because she would have been able to notice that the colour of her cheeks were the same as a tomato. "I think New York would be lovely""You say that now, but wait until you get robbed when walking home from work" Violet commented as she continued putting the final books back in the case and she took a step back as she grinned and looked over the work they had done in the past hour. "I think this is a lot better than the mess it was before""It is" Caitlyn nodded and she put the box with books that she would try to trade for goods in the corner of the room before she stretched slightly and looked around. "We should get to work on these drawers. There's mostly fine China and- Violet?"She had made her way over to the other side of the living room, expecting Violet to follow her as she always did. When she turned around, however, she could see Violet linger by the piano that was set up against the wall next to the door that led to the hallway. Her fingers brushed over the dustcover that was draped over the instrument and there was something in her eyes that Caitlyn could not quite place. Perhaps the piano reminded her of home, that is what it did for a lot of people, but Violet did not seem like a person to play the piano at all.Still, Caitlyn had to ask. "Do you play?" she made her way over to  and pulled the dustcover from the instrument to reveal it being a light brown colour and certainly not the most expensive or fancy instrument of its kind, but it got the job done.Violet just gave her a look and didn't answer her verbally. Her fingers found the piano again and for a moment, Caitlyn was sure that she was going to cry. But then, she sat down on the bench that rested in front of the instrument and revealed the keys. The calloused hands of her pilot stroked the keys as though they might break if they were touched with anything less than the utmost care.And then she started to play.From a young age, Caitlyn had been taught how to play the piano. It was the instrument her mother favoured and she enjoyed listening to. She had suffered through private lessons for years and though she was good, there was nothing in her skillset that could compare to the talent with which Violet was currently playing. For someone so rough, so obviously hurt by life and so adamant on suppressing her emotions, Violet poured her soul into the music. Without sheet music, she played by heart and it was clear that she had been trained quite properly. Either that, or she simply possessed a mountain of talent. Perhaps it was both. Halfway through her piece, Caitlyn took a seat on the bench. Next to Violet. She watched as the rough fingers moved over the keys with a sense of grace that Caitlyn had never expected to see in Violet. She was concentrated and looked down at her hands as they moved in an impressive speed and played a piece unfamiliar to Caitlyn. She didn't realise that tears were burning in her eyes until Violet came to the end of her piece. She had been fully absorbed in the sound and image of Violet playing the piano, showing her a side that Caitlyn had not witnessed in her before. The way she played had a certain vulnerability to it and she could almost see Violet become a younger, more innocent version of herself while she played. All Caitlyn could do once Violet played the final note, was stare and blink away the tears."I apologize, I let myself go for a minute" Violet apologized with a soft shrug and her hand found the back of her neck, giving into the nervous habit Caitlyn had noticed she had where she pulled the hair at the end of her neck. Caitlyn immediately shook her head "are you joking? That was... Oh what is the English word? It was magnifique, truly""You mean magnificent?""Yes!"This time, it was Violet's time to blush as she gave Caitlyn a cheeky little grin when she was complimented like that. She was clearly not used to it. "I haven't played in years though, I'm a bit rusty""This was rusty?" Caitlyn couldn't help but let out a laugh. "I am afraid that I would not be this good if I tried""You play too?" Caitlyn had noticed over the course of the past several days that one of Violet's greatest talents was turning the attention away from herself and focussing it on someone or something else. Pulling focus from herself was something she was clearly very used to doing because she did it almost every time without Caitlyn noticing.Except, she did notice this time. But she did not say anything about it."I do, my mother was very adamant on me learning how to play from a young age. I'm decent, but my real talents lay elsewhere" Caitlyn admitted with a soft sigh, reaching out to close the lid and let the keys rest for another few years until a new person would come along to play, but Violet touched her hand before she could.The very second Violet's hand touched hers, she felt a bolt of electricity shoot through her hand, and her insides felt like they were on fire. Had she really been so deprived of physical contact that she was this responsive to her hand being touched by another woman?Violet seemed to feel the same thing because she immediately pulled her hand away and gave her an apologetic smile "I- sorry for touching your hand like that. I simply wanted to say that I'd like to hear you play""I'm not nearly as good as you" Caitlyn argued but Violet did not seem to want to hear anything about it as she shook her head stubbornly."Play something, I will play along if I know it"That touched something in Caitlyn. It was exactly what she needed to hear to pull her over the line and make her finally submit herself to playing one of the only pieces she knew by heart. Her fingers were trembling slightly as she let them rest on the white keys for a moment. She looked over at Violet... her pilot who gave her an encouraging smile even though the woman had never heard her play before. The moment she played the first note, it seemed that all her private lessons came rushing back to her and her fingers had a life of their own. They brushed over the keys in a gentle, yet determined manner. They played their way through the piece and after about a minute or so, she suddenly heard a new melody. Her focussed eyes glanced to the side and she saw Violet's hands playing along with her though it was a slightly different melody. She seemed to be taking a different route on the original piece and for whatever reason, it sounded good. Caitlyn felt her heart rate go up and her stomach tighten slightly as her hand reached over Violet's and they played with their souls bared for each other. It felt more intimate than being in a state of undress with another person. It was almost like Violet got a small look into her soul and it was the same the other way around.Violet's hard exterior was a mere shell for the soft and kind heart that Caitlyn could hear in the music she played. When they hit their final note, the two seemed to simultaneously find each other's eyes and have the same feeling after the moment they had just shared. Caitlyn felt the adrenaline still course through her veins as Violet was suddenly far too close. Her thigh was touching Caitlyn's and she felt like she could not think or breathe. So she shot up and put some distance between the two of them.Violet gave her a smile "Debussy, I've always admired his music""Where did you learn to play so well?" Caitlyn could not help but wonder aloud. There had to be a reason that Violet played as though she had attended the conservatory, yet looked like someone who had not played a single note in their entire life. Violet's explanation started with a sheepish grin, obviously the slightest bit embarrassed about showing off her skills like that but a glimpse of pride shone through that same grin as well. "I spend several years in a family of musicians. I thought the piano was a rather interesting instrument and the father of the family I was staying with taught me how to play. Told me I had a real knack for it and I just... kept practicing while I stayed with them"This answer brought on a million new questions for Caitlyn. Why had she been staying with a family that was not her own? Had she ever aspired to become a musician before the war? What happened to her parents that she had not stayed with them? Why did she never mention her parents?She asked none of them and just nodded "a very interesting story, I'd like to hear more about it some day""When that day comes, I might just tell you" Violet promised her as she got up from the piano bench and sighed as she looked at everything they had yet to clean, look through and sort."We ought to continue our task of cleaning up the living room" Caitlyn quickly suggested in order not to let the moment go to waste and make it awkward. "Yes" Violet agreed as her eyes wandered back to Caitlyn. "Let's"Violetbhad no idea why she had done what she had done. Why she had played the piano for Caitlyn, why she had been so keen on showing off her skills. She never did anything like that. Usually, her piano skills were something she kept hidden because it was something no one expected from someone like her. She was expected to be tough, to protect the family when she was younger and protect her country now that she was older.Playing the piano was... was for women like Caitlyn. Women who were raised to be wives and mothers. Women who were soft, fragile and feminine. Though, Violet would not describe Caitlyn as fragile, but feminine and soft were certainly terms that suited her. As well as beautiful, strong and resilient. There was something else about Caitlyn that moved something in Violet. She was disarming in a way that many people weren't. She managed to be soft in human interactions with another person who showed a kind side to her, and strong in spirit. Caitlyn's smile felt like it could light up a room in the strangest way possible and Violet found herself naturally drawn to her. "Would you like me to give you a haircut now?" Caitlyn suggested after they had dinner. Violet was helping her dry the dishes that she had rinsed off and cleaned. It was a horrifically domestic scene that happened to take place every night. Though Violet would usually despised moments like these, she found that she did not mind it so much when it was with Caitlyn. The woman made her laugh with silly little jokes, and would mumble things in French that were impossible to understand but made her so much more intriguing. "Sure" was Violet's answer as she put the final clean and dry dish away in one of the cupboards. Caitlyn always kept everything very neatly organised in her cupboards, something Violet was certainly not used to when growing up in different families with multiple kids and a lot of mess around at all times. With Caitlyn, any mess was simply making her house more of a home. And it could hardly be called a mess anyways. It was more like a small pile of laundry that rested on a chair and was removed within several hours. But as long as it was housed on the chair, it made for a homey feeling.Caitlyn took her upstairs, to her small bathroom, once they had finished the dishes and instructed her to sit down on a chair she placed in the middle of the small tiled room. "I'll need to untangle everything first"Violet let out a hollow laugh as she looked up at Caitlyn, who was standing in front of her and observed the mess that was Violet's hair "good luck, that might be the hardest task of today"Her little comment caused Caitlyn to let out a laugh and Violet grinned as her heart leapt slightly like it did every time she made the woman in front of her laugh. The small gap between her teeth had become one of Violet's favourite things about Caitlyn in the several days that they had known each other. Especially because that gap was usually appearing when Violet made her laugh. The sound of her laughter was also something that Violet could never get enough of. It was soft and light, but it got louder the harder she laughed. "Perhaps it would be easier if your hair was wet, could you bend your head over the sink for me please?" Caitlyn suggested as she took measure of the task that lay ahead of her.Violet nodded as she got up from the chair and approached the sink. When she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she was starting to see what Caitlyn meant when she had insisted that Violet needed a haircut. Whatever it was she had on her head now, it was not working for her."My hair has always been a pain" Violet complained as she bend over and Caitlyn gathered her hair in the sink when she appeared by her side."Sh@t!" Violet cried out. The moment she turned the faucet on, cold water hit her scalp and she immediately wanted to back up but Caitlyn's strong hand held her head down in the sink. That feeling of the forceful hand on the back of her head somehow did things to Violet that she did not understand or even knew how to process. Except that she knew she did not hate the feeling."Sorry about the cold water" Caitlyn apologized as she made quick work of getting the cold water all over her nest of curls and getting it properly soaked before she urged Violet to take her head from the sink and she took a towel to dry it all off. Except, Violet threw her head back with such force that the water got all over the wall and Caitlyn herself.A gasp left Caitlyn's mouth as her face and part of her chest were drenched from the water that had come from Violet's hair. The two women stared at each other for a moment, eyes wide as they processed what had just happened before a laugh bubbled up in both of them. Caitlyn giggled while Violet's laugh was more loud and unapologetic. "Just sit down before you make more of a mess" Caitlyn urged her with a giggle and Violet obliged. The dry towel in Caitlyn's hands was used to dry her face first before Caitlyn's hands found Violet's drenched hair and gently squeezed out a bit of the water before running it through her curls to get rid of any droplets that were falling from the ends of her hair.Violet chuckled as she ran her hand over her drenched face "I'm sorry for getting you wet""It's alright" Caitlyn chuckled in return and she handed the semi wet towel to Violet once she was done with it, so she could dry off her face. "It's just water"As Violet dried her own face and thought about what had just happened, she watched Caitlyn take a brush and a moment later she felt her softly starting to brush out the curls. It was still a very difficult task, but Caitlyn was a patient woman and took it strand by strand so she could get all the knots out before she would start cutting."Your hair is very long" Caitlyn stated as she ran her brush through a knot-free curl. "I hate it, always have""Really? Why?" she could almost hear the frown in Caitlyn's voice when she informed her that her hair had always bothered her. It was true, she had always been at battle with her hair. Just with any beauty standards for women in general. "I think your hair is beautiful, I wish I had a copper colour like that""You're joking right?" Violet turned her head to look up at Caitlyn, who was standing behind her, but Caitlyn's hand on her head immediately reminded her to look straight ahead as Caitlyn brushed through her hair. "Your hair is so shiny and you have beautiful gentle curls. I bet it's very soft"Not that she had been thinking and wondering about how soft Caitlyn's hair was, not at all. Perhaps just a little bit and perhaps just once. Out of pure jealousy, because she wanted hair like that.She felt the brush stop its motions halfway through a curl and Violet bit her lower lip out of frustration, why could she never just shut up when she ought to? Caitlyn now probably thought that she was a real freak for wondering about her hair like that. But then Caitlyn took a step and appeared at her side, that ever so soft and gentle smile on her face as she crouched down next to the chair that Violet was currently seated in. Violet's throat bobbed upon realising how close Caitlyn was and how fast her heart was racing.Without saying a word, Caitlyn reached out and took her hand. She never would get used to feeling those long fingers touching her larger hand. She was quite certain that her jaw was slacked slightly at this point, but she found she did not care in the least as Caitlyn brought her hand closer to her face and placed it on her hair.It was an innocent touch, just a mere brush of her hand against Caitlyn's impossibly soft hair. It was even softer and silkier than she had imagined, and she prided herself in having a vivid imagination, so it was a bit of a pleasant surprise to her. "Well?" Caitlyn asked her curiously. Her elbows leaned on the seat of the chair as she crossed her arms over it. Those brilliantly beautiful blue eyes looked up at her as Vi's fingers curled one of her gentle curls around them and let them slip through. "Even softer than I had imagined" Violet spoke truthfully, a blush on her cheeks that seemed to match the colour of Caitlyn's. Her fingers slipped from the curl and softly ran over Caitlyn's jawline for the shortest second. It was an innocent touch that merely lasted long enough for the two of them to process it, but it did happen. And it left Violet confused about why this felt so natural and so intimate at the same time.It was Caitlyn who broke their eye contact and got up from her crouched down position. The feeling of the soft skin of Caitlyn's jaw lingered on her fingertips as Violet turned her attention back to the sink that was in front of her. The familiar, long fingers that belonged to Caitlyn Dubois found her hair again and the brush accompanied them in continuing to take out the knots from her curls.Once all the knots were successfully brushed out of her wet hair, Caitlyn ran her fingers through the strands. Probably to see how much she had to take off but all Violet's attention was focussed on was how amazing her fingers felt when they ran over her scalp."How much would you like me to cut off?" Caitlyn asked her as she took a pair of scissors from the cabinet on her right. Violet let out a defeated sigh "all of it?""I can't take off all of it" Caitlyn chuckled and shook her head as she got back behind Violet and paused for a second "how about a short cut to your ears?"Violet felt her fingers touch her earlobe to indicate how short she would cut it but all Violet could hear was the wind rushing through her ears as Caitlyn's featherlight touch seemed to burn her skin wherever it touched. "Sure" she managed to get out as she nodded. She hadn't fully processed just how short Caitlyn was planning on cutting her hair, but merely kept her focus on the still lingering feeling of Caitlyn's jaw on her finger tips and Caitlyn's fingers on her earlobe. Was it natural to feel such a burn when someone touched you? To feel it not only on your skin, but also in the pit of your stomach? Like it was touching your very soul in a way that she had never felt before? Perhaps she was coming down with a fever, because it was getting very hot in Caitlyn's small bathroom.The snipping sound of scissors pulled her from her momentary loss of brain activity and she immediately felt a sense of relief when the weight of her curls was quite literally lifted off her shoulders. It felt freeing to have all that hair cut off after not getting it cut for years. Caitlyn's fingers surely worked like she had done it before and within about 10 minutes, the floor was littered with copper coloured curls. "I think this is a good length for you" Caitlyn mused behind her as she cut the curls up to the nape of her neck and then ran her fingers through the, now short, hair that Violet was sporting. Then Caitlyn stepped around the chair until she was standing in front of Violet. That very familiar look of concentration was present on her face, the tip of her tongue just slightly pressed between her front teeth as she observed Violet's haircut from the front. "It needs a bit of trimming still, may I?" she gestured downwards and it took Vi a moment to realise what she meant. When it dawned on her, her eyes immediately widened as they glanced up at Caitlyn.It seemed to snap her out of her concentrated state of mind as she realised what she was asking. "Oh" Caitlyn exclaimed as her cheeks darkened in colour "that is how I always used to do it with my husband. You see, when you are standing in front of someone you are too tall to properly see-""It's alright, do whatever you must" Violet interrupted her rant of embarrassment. Caitlyn seemed to doubt for a single second longer before she stepped forward and sat sideways on Violet's lap. It was all to get a better look and grip on the haircut from the front, or so Violet told herself. Especially because she was very actively suppressing any feelings of nervousness about Caitlyn sitting on her lap and running her hands through her hair while her face was far too close to her."I'm almost done" Caitlyn softly announced as her concentrated state came back to her and she cut the piece in the front a bit shorter to get a real hairstyle in there. All Violet could do was look up at her. As she did, she could get a more close-up look at Caitlyn's face.Violet noticed the light freckles that she sported from her days out in the sun as she looked after the crop, and how she had a small scar just above her right eyebrow that Violet immediately got curious about. Or that she had the tiniest crumb of bread still stuck on the corner of her mouth and Vi had to suppress the alarmingly strong urge to brush the crumb away with her thumb.Being so close to Caitlyn put her in a trance of sorts and it seemed that Caitlyn was slowly getting pulled into that trance as well. Her eyes flickered down to Violet's eyes every now and then but as soon as they did, they quickly moved away.Several more snips of the scissors did it for the haircut and Caitlyn put them down once she was done. She reached out and ran both her hands through Violet's short curls, measuring the sides to see if they were even.She did so several times, several strokes of long fingers through her hair and each time she did it, her fingers went slower. Until her fingers ever so gently pulled back from her hair, but instead of removing her hands from Violet's head, they ran down from her hair to her cheeks.The gentlest of touches rested on both her cheeks as their eyes locked and Violet felt like all air had been sucked from the room by the way Caitlyn looked at her. Something burned in the pit of her stomach and the flames of said burn were spreading through her body in a rapid pace. Her eyes flickered from Caitlyn's eyes to her lips for a single second and she was quite sure she saw Caitlyn do the same thing. "How does it look?" Violet manage to croak as her eyes were back on Caitlyn's, which had a very conflicted glaze over them. Yet, at the same time they seemed to reflect the same burn that Violet was experiencing as well. Or perhaps she was just seeing things now. "Wonderful" Caitlyn's voice was a mere whisper and her tone made it sound like the comment was not about Violet's hair at all. Caitlyn's hands ran down her cheeks, to her jaw until her fingertips were the last thing that made contact with Violet's skin and the moment they were gone, Violet missed them like she had been feeling that touch for years. She missed those fingers on her skin like it was her home that she was yearning to get back to. "It looks perfect on you" Caitlyn's voice was more clear now as she swiftly got up from her lap and pulled Violet up from the chair. She led her to the mirror where she took a first glance at the new her. What she saw was... life changing. She saw a woman who finally reflected what she felt like on the inside. Someone who was strong and feminine in a very unconventional way. Her short curls did not make her look as masculine as she had expected her to look, but she did look good. She let out a little chuckle when she realised that her reflection reminded her of a photograph of Amelia Earhart that she had seen several years earlier."What do you think?" Caitlyn's voice did not conceal her curiosity about Violet's opinion on her new haircut."It looks fantastic, you did a marvellous job" Violetbcomplimented her as a bright grin broke through the surprised expression on her face. Her eyes found Caitlyn, who was standing beside her with a proud smile on her beautiful face."I told you I was skilled""You've made me feel very... content" Violet admitted, and she did not just mean about the haircut. It was everything. Caitlyn's whole presence made her feel safe and at home in a way she had not felt in years. Not to mention the feeling of her hands in her hair and on her face. It was so immensely intimate that it frightened Violet in her very core. She was getting too attached, she could just feel it. It had only been several days but she already knew that she, the woman who had sworn off attachment to anyone except her real family, was growing too close to Caitlyn to let her go when the time came.Because that time would come, and Violet was growing to dread it more and more with each second that passed.
  
  

    
      
        
        
          Have I mentioned this is a slow burn?I am obsessed with the process of them falling in love in this fic and there are so many plot twists to come, so stay tuned.You know what I always say... Until next time, my loves!'
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