meridian_rose

Title: It's the Hair
Fandom: Original
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1043
Prompt: For the

writerverse prompt 'Knickers in a twist'
Summary: It's all about the hair kink. No, really.
Warnings: None
Notes: Thanks for

dorothydeath for her proofing and encouragement. There may be more to this 'verse later. The genre is probably magical realism but I'm not sure all the details yet myself.

"What does she see in him?"

"Hmm? Who, Flynn?" Jack asked, not taking his eyes from the paperwork. His pen moved along the paragraphs, only stopping when he paused to make a correction or to sign at the bottom of a document. "It's the hair."

The writing bureau was to the right of the room, against the wall. On the wall to Jack's left was the large window where Kai stood, arms crossed, glowering at the garden outside – or, more specifically, at Amy and Flynn. He'd been staring at them, and complaining bitterly about Flynn, for the last seven minutes. It was making it difficult for Jack to concentrate, but at least with Kai here, he could keep an eye on him. Lord only knew what Kai might do if he left the room in the mood he was in.

"I mean, I'm taller than him by a good three inches."

Jack nodded, signed his name with a flourish. "Yes, but his hair is longer than yours by about four inches."

There was a moment of silence before Kai came up with, "I could trim my beard a bit more, I suppose. I mean, he's not clean shaven, but…"

Jack glanced over his shoulder and saw Kai rubbing at his chin. "It's the long hair, not the facial hair."

Steadfastness was an admirable quality that Jack prized both in himself and in others. This obsession Kai had though was beginning to wear on even his serene nature. If he didn't like Kai so much, didn't think the man was useful nor really did care for Amy, Jack would have taken steps to remove him from the house, whatever the Mistress said. He'd been doing this longer than she had, and he knew how things worked. And Jack knew that Kai belonged here, and that Flynn wasn't going to be a problem.

"It's not the hair. God, look at him. Goddamned interloper, with his charming bloody smile and his self-deprecating wit!"

Jack put down the pen and pushed the chair away from the desk. "I don't know why you're so worked up over this. They're not really compatible and one or both of them will realise it soon enough. It's all superficial attraction; her power and his hair."

"It can't be just the hair."

"Then maybe it's the accent as well," Jack conceded, pushing his glasses back further onto his nose.

"I have an accent."

Jack got to his feet. "Well, he is younger than you."

That drew a frown. "She likes older men. She said so."

Jack joined him at the window. Outside, Amy was sat on the grass and Flynn was on one knee in front of her. He was talking animatedly and she was smiling broadly. She tipped her head coyly, something she was probably utterly unaware she was doing. Such an innocent. It was unheard of. It was lucky for her that Jack was so scrupulous and fair minded.

"So you've paid the Mistress enough attention to know that," Jack said, "but you're utterly oblivious to her major hair kink?"

"It's not the hair."

Amy chose that moment to reach shyly up and touch Flynn's hair. She ran a lock of it through her fingers. The two men watched from behind the glass as she bit her lip.

"All right. It's the hair. His damn shiny hair!" Kai shook his head and moved immediately to practicalities. "Do you think a wig would do it? Because I haven't got time to grow it out like his."

"No." Jack was fairly certain that a wig would only pass muster at a distance. The way Amy was playing with Flynn's tresses assured him that it was the touch and feel of the hair that excited her as much as the look, and hair that came off while she was caressing it wasn't going to endear the wearer to her.

"Then I may have to hurt him."

It was a matter of fact statement and Jack wasn't certain how much truth was in it. He put one hand on Kai's shoulder.

"Don't get your knickers in a twist. I know something else that she has a kink for."

Kai turned curious eyes on him. "What?"

"Well, first I'll need a favour. I don't give out this sort of information for free." Just because he liked Kai, didn't mean he had to make things too easy for him. Besides, he wasn't about to start a precedent - giving things away free to people encouraged them to come back for seconds at the same price.

They both looked out of the window again. Flynn leaned over and cupped Amy's chin in one hand. He planted a gentle kiss on her cheek. Jack heard Kai take a sharp breath and tense beneath Jack's fingers. Amy didn't react – at least she didn't pull away. There was no sign or fear or anger or revulsion on her face. Emboldened, Flynn kissed her cheek again, and, while Amy gave him a smile, this time she leaned back. Flynn released her at once, which was a good thing for everyone given Kai's current state of tension.

"I'll do whatever you want," Kai said. "Tell me. Because I won't lose, not to him."

Jack squeezed his shoulder. "This one's for free, darling. Do not let her know you are competing for her affections or you'll never be her chosen one. No matter how long and shiny your hair is."

He ran an appraising eye over Kai; six foot two, athletic build. Jack was good with facts and figures of all kinds. He could find the right clothes with no problem. Personal shopper was just one of his many under-appreciated talents. There was nothing wrong with the dark t-shirt that hugged Kai's biceps nor the relaxed fit blue denim jeans. It was just wasn't an outfit that was going to get Amy excited.

In the garden, Flynn got his feet and offered Amy his hand. She took it and he pulled her gently to her feet. He talked for a moment, and gestured. She nodded.

"He's going," Kai said. "Good."

Jack moved away from the window. "I need to lock up the office. Come on." He was already planning out his shopping trip.