Disclaimer: This, actually, belongs 100% to me. And, if you want to know, is 100% true.
a/n: so, yeah, like my other Katie/Oliver fic "Unfortunately, You Owe Me Nothing" (which you should check out, unless you think I completely suck as a writer) this is pretty much just Katie/Oliver, b/c that is the only pairing that it makes sense for. Maybe someday I'll write a real K/O, but in the meantime, enjoy!
Ill-Fitting Hands
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Their hands didn't fit together. On some level, she was shocked, (aren't they supposed to fit perfectly?) but on another level, she wasn't surprised. The logistics prevented it. His hands were just so big. They had to be, she supposed (he was a keeper). He was also such a tall person (they could slow-dance and his chin barely even touched her head) and she was such a short person – petite to the extreme. And her hands were just so small (even for someone of her height). Everyone remarked on her tiny hands and feet (she got it from both sides of her family), her hands could have belonged to a child. They weren't particularly graceful or elegant, just miniature. His hand were slightly tanner (though less tan than his arms – because of the keeper gloves), and they were lean and strong, while (though she hated to admit it) hers were not particularly either. Her grandmother had always said she had "piano fingers" but she had never gotten a second opinion on that and besides, she had given up piano years ago. His hands had calluses from years of goal-keeping; her hands had calluses from hours of writing. Both of their hands got sweaty when they danced. When they held hands, his fingers were too big and hers too small to lace their fingers together and her hand couldn't wrap all the way around his palm, while his could probably wrap almost all the way around her palm. She liked holding hands with him anyway, though.
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