[Wigs are not out of the question for Halloween. Even Dr. Brennan gets into Halloween.
(He has no opinion on color, really. He's never even imagined himself with anything but his natural hair.)
He sees her coming up for the kiss and leans down a little to meet her lips, the warmth of the cupcake he'd had earlier pooling in his chest, like it's magnified by the contact. It's probably just in his head how sweet she tastes-- it's just lips, keeping it on the chaste side okay-- probably thinking of her hair pink like candy floss and the treats laid out on the tables for everyone here.
He starts to pull back but has an impulse to go for another, and as he threads his fingers through her hair he follows the why not and leans in again, ready to pull back if she does or press forward if she's amenable.]
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(He has no opinion on color, really. He's never even imagined himself with anything but his natural hair.)
He sees her coming up for the kiss and leans down a little to meet her lips, the warmth of the cupcake he'd had earlier pooling in his chest, like it's magnified by the contact. It's probably just in his head how sweet she tastes-- it's just lips, keeping it on the chaste side okay-- probably thinking of her hair pink like candy floss and the treats laid out on the tables for everyone here.
He starts to pull back but has an impulse to go for another, and as he threads his fingers through her hair he follows the why not and leans in again, ready to pull back if she does or press forward if she's amenable.]