Auhtor's Note: Wow, it's been a while, hasn't it? Yeah, it definately has. And I have no excuse as to why I haven't posted anything. But a lot has happened since I've lasted posted a story, inclusing getting two of my Zanessa stories deleted, which sucks, considering the fact that tons of people post those types of stories on this site and yet only a few get deleted. Including a few of my own.

So I decided to come back with a collection of drabbles, which I've worked pretty hard on. If I feel like it, I might post at least one Zanessa drabble that I've written in this story. So if you want me to, review!

So I've never written a drabble before. And that may be pretty obvious once you read this. But I like that it's short, and fluffy, and easy to make a point in, if that makes sense.

Enjoy!

Hands

Troy has big, muscular hands. And Gabriella loves them.

Sometimes she wonders how it's possible for his hands to be so unbelievably perfect. And yet, at the same time, how it is possible for them to be hers; hers to touch, and hers to hold, and hers to kiss. There is just something about them that, when they're holding her own, tiny fingers, makes her feel so wonderful and loved. The feeling sends chills down her spine.

Sometimes, when she's lying next to him, comfortable and content, his breathing slow and steady, she picks up his hands and traces over every familiar line and crease. They're heavy to hold while he's sleeping, but she loves that she has the control over them, and she can hold them as long as she wants without him purposefully pulling them away.

Now, lying there, the way her hands brush his skin is obviously getting to him, and she sees him grinning in his sleep. She smiles to herself and moves closer to him, keeping her small hands on his and letting her hot breath tickle his cheek. His smile grows wider and she knows he's awake, so she kisses his cheek and snuggles into him, interlacing her fingers with his.

"Gabriella, sometimes I think you only love me because of my hands," his voice rough, his eyes still drooping and a smirk on his lips. She shakes her head, giggling.

Because the best part about those hands is that they're attached to him.

If you liked it, then do tell. And even constructive critism is welcome!