Blake lay in her bed, scrolling through her phone when an old photo of her ex caught her eye. She shivered at the memory of their rough shaving sessions, the way he would insist on trimming her pubes and often cutting her in the process. She couldn’t understand why he was so obsessed with it, but she always gave in to his demands, not wanting to upset him.
Weiss entered the room, noticing Blake’s distressed expression. “What’s wrong, love?” she asked, climbing into bed next to Blake.
Blake hesitated, then told Weiss about her ex’s insistence on shaving her pubes, and how he would often cut her badly. Weiss’s face contorted in disgust. “What a fucking asshole,” she said. “You don’t have to do that for me, you know. I like you just the way you are.”
Blake smiled, feeling relieved. “I know,” she said. “It’s just... sometimes I feel like I should, you know?”
Weiss raised an eyebrow. “And who’s making you feel that way?” she asked.
Blake sighed. “I don’t know. Society, maybe? Porn?”
Weiss scoffed. “Fuck society and porn. They don’t know what they’re talking about. You’re perfect the way you are.”
Blake giggled. “You’re just saying that because you love me.”
Weiss grinned. “Well, that’s true. But it’s also true that you’re gorgeous, and I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”
Blake blushed. “Even my unruly bush?”
Weiss laughed. “Especially your unruly bush. It’s part of what makes you, you.”
Blake smiled, feeling loved and accepted. She leaned in to kiss Weiss. As they kissed, Blake’s hand wandered down to Weiss’s thigh. She started to slip her hand under Weiss’s shorts.
Weiss broke the kiss. “Hey, hey,” she said, stopping Blake’s hand. “We’re not doing anything until you’re comfortable.”
Blake pouted. “But I want to,” she said.
Weiss smiled. “I know. But I want to make sure you’re one hundred percent okay with it. I don’t want to trigger any bad memories.”
Blake nodded, appreciating Weiss’s thoughtfulness. “I’m okay,” she said. “I trust you.”
Weiss grinned. “Good. Because I’ve been dying to touch you all day.”
They started to undress each other, their hands exploring each other’s bodies. As they lay naked in bed, Blake looked at Weiss. “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever told you this,” she said.
Weiss looked at her, curious. “What’s that?”
Blake grinned. “You’re the best girlfriend I’ve ever had.”
Weiss laughed. “Well, I am pretty amazing,” she said, winking.
They started to make love, their bodies moving in sync. As they reached climax, Blake thought to herself: this is so much better than shaving.
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