A Firm Hand (Part Two)

Before Ashlynn touched the scented oils and herbal infusions she'd prepared, she fetched a silver hairbrush and the dark silk ribbon from Nyrielle's corset. 

"I love your hair," Ashlynn whispered from behind her lover as she ran her fingers gently though Nyrielle's long, dark tresses. Despite the days of hard travel, Nyrielle's hair always felt smooth and satiny in her hands, as though it refused to be stained by the dirt of the world. "But I don't want it to get in the way tonight," she added. 

Gently, working with slow, unhurried strokes, Ashlynn started by brushing Nyrielle's hair. Her fingers wandered as she worked, dancing briefly across the vampire's pale shoulders whenever she gathered another section of her lover's dark tresses before returning to her work.