#i never posted this here???? its been on ffnet for years fbhabha

[ice-dancers-and-chill]

Golden Chapter 6

Summary: Josee has to start waxing. (Ages: 13/15) [ff.net link]

Rating: K+

Warnings: None

AN: (magnifique – magnificent | nounours – teddybear)

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When her mother told her that she would have to give 110% in order to be a world-renowned ice dancer, Josée had agreed wholeheartedly. She had done everything her dear mama had asked of her for nearly a decade now, putting any resemblance of a social life on the backburner as she spent all of her time on either a dancefloor, balance beam, gym mat, or ice rink. Thankfully, her best friend was also her partner in all of this, otherwise she would be hopelessly antisocial by now.

But Josée knew that it wasn’t enough to be physically able—you had to be beautiful, too. Her mother had been grooming her since she was toddler, brushing and tying her hair into perfectly tight and efficient ponytails and buns, and decorating them in elegant pearls, clips, and bows. She had instructed her on how to apply makeup, and what colors to use. Bright, shiny, and thick makeup was best—it was easy for the crowd to see. And as of last year, she was also expected to keep any facial hair plucked, after she started growing some because of stupide puberty.

But plucking was no longer enough, evidently.

She had asked her mother when she would start shaving her legs and underarms, as some of her other classmates had started to do. After her mother inspected said areas with cold concentration, she abruptly informed Josée would have to start waxing her body hair—everywhere. In a panic, Josée tried to argue, something she rarely did with her mother, but was quickly dismissed. Shaving would lead to ingrown hairs, and thicker stubble as time wore on. Waxing was the only option for professionals.

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“I’m so scared, Jacjac!” Josée cried tearlessly into his chest. “All the articles say waxing hurts so much! I don’t want to do it!”

Jacques didn’t know what to do. He was used to Josée throwing fits by now, but this one seemed fairly justified. Josée wasn’t even a hairy girl—he would know, they changed in front of each other all the time! A few underarm hairs and thin, soft leg hairs was hardly what he thought of when he imagined someone in desperate need of hair removal.

“I’m sorry, Josée!” He frowned, patting her back like always. “I know it’s unfair, but you can do it! You’re the toughest person I know! Except maybe my papa…”

Admittedly, he didn’t think his papa would wax, but—

“It’s not fair!!” Josée screamed, knocking him out of his thoughts. “You’re much hairier than me, and you don’t have to wax!”

Jacques chuckled a little at her huffy face.

“Well, I am a man, Josée. And male dancers don’t—well I supposed some male dancers wax, but I—”

“—Jacques!” Josée interrupted suddenly.

Jacques looked down at her and was a little taken aback by her excited, curious expression.

“…Oui?”

“Would you… come with me?” Josée cracked a hopeful smile and squeezed his shirt, eyes shining brighter.

“Like... come into the spa with you when you go?” He raised a brow in confusion.

“Non, silly! Would you come to get waxed with me!” She bounced a little, already expecting him to say ‘yes’.

Jacques was horrified.

“W-what? But—why should I—Josée this is unreasonable!” He could feel the back of his neck starting to sweat. Like she said, he was much hairier than she was, and any waxing treatment would be infinitely worse for him than her! How was that fair?

“Aw please, nournours?” Josée tilted her head to the side, resting her temple against his chest. “Please, I don’t want to go alone!”

Jacques’ heart was pounding. He hardly ever said ‘no’ to Josée, and she was giving him her usual adorable pleading face—the one where she already knew his answer was ‘yes’. He swallowed and looked away.

“How... how much of my hair would get waxed? All of it?” He pouted. He was so proud of his manly body hair. Josée giggled and hugged him, well aware she had him sunk already.

“All the places I have to get waxed, of course!” She smiled up at him happily. Jacques frowned at her worriedly.

“But Josée—my legs and underarms have much more hair than yours do!” He sulked more as she snuggled him, moving her arms from around his middle to his neck. Arguing was pointless, he was going to go do this with her whether he liked it or not.

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Jacques sat nervously with a crisp white towel wrapped around his waist. To his side was an equally nervous Josée, with a matching white towel pulled up over her chest. They were trying to distract themselves by looking at the luxury spa’s décor, but it wasn’t fabulous enough to take their minds off the impending torture they assumed they’d be going through shortly. Jacques swallowed and looked down towards Josée, who anxiously looked up at him in return. After a moment, two employees greeted them cheerfully. They were two girls who looked to be in their twenties, and glowed with a healthy radiance. They looked over their appointment sheets a moment and started prepping the wax.

“Full Body’s for both of you?” One asked with a chipper smile. Jacques and Josée smiled nervously and nodded.

“Magnifique!” The other piped up, snapping on a pair of gloves. The sound made both dancers jump up, and Josée snatched Jacques’ hand to squeeze like a stress ball. The employees instructed them to lay on their backs on their respective waxing tables, and they did as they were told, still holding hands across the space between the tables. As the girls prepped more, Jacques and Josée whispered to one another.

“Jacjac I’m so nervous.” Josée pouted at him, holding her towel tightly.

“M-me too, mon amie.” Jacques trembled a little. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, but he couldn’t take the idea of Josée all alone being as scared as she was. His want to back out couldn’t beat out his love for his dearest partner, so there he stayed, despite shivering with fear.

Both were quickly disrupted from their comforting last words by the spa employees. They gave them a quick pep talk, seeing that this was their first waxing, and then instructed them to lift their arms. Jacques and Josée kept their hands locked, but now raised over their heads like when they were accepting gold on the podium. Jacques turned and frowned at Josée’s measly group of thin hairs in her underarm past his own tuft of armpit hair. This was totally unfair! Why were the odds always stacked against him?

The girls started rubbing an oil over their skin, saying it would keep the wax from sticking, and thus made the process hurt less. That relieved the pair a little and they smiled at each other reassuringly. Then, the employees spread a thick dark goo over their underarm hair. Upon seeing the teens confused faces, they explained that it was a “hard wax”, and would also make the process less painful. The pair didn’t seem very convinced, but the warmth of the wax felt almost nice on their panicking skin. The employees gave them a countdown, and then swiped the layer of wax off in unison.

Josée’s shriek gagged in the back of her throat, but Jacques’ did not.

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“Hah-hah! That wasn’t so bad.” Josée laughed, now that her skin wasn’t aching from forceful hair removal. It also helped that they were going to go enjoy a nice sauna to open up their pores, and then a scrub to get any remnants of oil and hair out.

“I… guess.” Jacques waddled behind her, keeping his gait wide as he walked. Truthfully, it was only painful for the second that it was happening, and most of his tears were out of fear. But there were a lot of seconds! His lip wibbled in remorse—he had just grown all that hair!

“All my manly body hair…” He mourned softly again.

“Oh, be quiet, you big baby!” Josée scoffed and tugged up her towel again. ‘Manly body hair’ indeed! Jacques grumbled a little in response, but nothing she could make out. As they found their way to their private sauna, Josée stopped short of opening the door. Jacques raised a brow at her in confusion while he waited for her to enter the room. Suddenly she turned around and popped up on her tiptoes, and planted a kiss on his cheek.

“Merci, nounours.” She smiled up at him appreciatively. He might be a big baby, but she didn’t know any boys his age that would give up their freshly grown ‘manly body hair’ for anyone. Mama always said they were such babies about pain too, but Jacques persevered for her!

Jacques gave her a lopsided smile and opened the door for her, bowing graciously. Josée giggled and bounced into the sauna, followed shortly by her partner.