Prompt: fingers
Her hands are small, so very small. When Elizabeth had named her CMO, he was not happy about it. She was too little, too meek. How could she run the infirmary? How could those little hands keep him or his friends alive?
It didn't take long for him to find out how very strong those little fingers were. She used them carefully, not wasting energy waving them around, but using them to point things out, to stitch him up, or to perform surgical skills that seemed impossible to most people.
Her hands were amazing, they were life saving hands.
They'd saved his life. They'd touched him tenderly, carefully, sensually, lustfully and they'd made him realize all he'd been missing, all he needed.
Now, everything he did was enhanced by the knowledge that she was waiting for him at the end of the day that her hands, so small and so sure would fit against his, that their fingers would intertwine and he would be whole again.
He was alive again…because of Jennifer Keller.