Having their hair washed by your muse.

“Your turn,” Techie chirped and switched their positions, once the soapy suds rinsed completely out of his long hair. It hung heavy on his head as it dripped all over Sarah, who moved to crouch in their cramped bathtub. It had taken Techie six months to scrimp and save for enough credits, and then another two to convince Hux to send out for one. 

He lathered her blond hair up and massaged Sarah’s scalp all the while, and she practically purred. “How’s y-your day been, princess?” She’s about to answer when he takes a strand of her hair and tickles her bare shoulder with it; whatever words she’d started to say melt into a peal of delighted laughter. 

At first, reading aloud made Techie feel inadequate. He knew his stutter was horrible, and having Sarah like to listen to him read (or even speak) was… a surprise, to say the least! Once he realized she never meant to mock him with her enthusiasm for his voice, it became easier and easier. Then it was a routine: every night with a book in his hands, her head resting on his lap. 

Tonight, though, he didn’t get very far; pausing a single chapter in when Sarah started to nod off. Lovestruck, Techie puts the novel down beside her and smiles, running a hand through her hair.

Sarah’s quiet, rhythmic breathing was the most amazing sound Techie had heard in hours. Between her lung-hacking coughs, frequent sniffles, and pained whimpers, he had forgotten how good it was to have Sarah feel good, to hear her voice free of despair. He sat by their bed, running cold fingers over her feverish skin and sighed, content. With some rest and more soup from the near-full bowl in his lap, she should be back to normal soon. 

Techie stood up and pressed a kiss to her forehead, stilling afterwards to make sure she stayed asleep. The spoon rattled against the bowl, and thought she shifted and mumbled under her breath, Sarah snoozed on. Good! 

He’d been taking care of her for hours, and while it was his pleasure to do so, Techie was tired too. A quick cat-nap in his armchair and he’d be back to continue caring for the love of his life.