drabble

[rivers_bend]

cut for picture for those dial up types



Michael reached out to touch her left hand. He left a trail of fire along her arm on the way and she felt fragile and delicate. Doctor’s hands, skilled in thousands of small movements, rendered nothing but receptacles for his touch. Their fingers curled together naturally and it was as though she had never handled anything else.

In the next second he was gone and the noise of the prison intruded. She was sure the hand he touched looked different, marked. Sara brought it to her lips, just for a second, and knew that she was his for good now.



drabble... interesting experiment... hard to write exactly 100 words, but not nearly as hard as I thought. Hand obsession may be getting slightly out of... well, hand.

Comments

[rivers-bend.livejournal.com]

though in my little private universe, he's no more interested in my girl bits than I am in his boy bits, so perhaps we'd get along famously. He could fuck as many boys as he wanted, and I could have whatever girl(s) would have me, and he and I could make out and fondle...

*is maybe over thinking all this*

[tabularassa.livejournal.com]

I so love that dykesforslash icon. I adores it. Well, perhaps you may be over-thinking, but you know what? My mom said to always be prepared, just in case.

In my case, the dangly bits will suit me just fine:)

I think we should just have an all-out orgy of hot sexin' and be done with it, <333