He loved watching her hands.
The way they would graze over his when he handed her that first cup of morning coffee. The way they curled around the cup seeking the warmth it brought to her cold fingers.
He loved the way they tapped against her chin while she was standing in front of the whiteboard, trying to get the pieces to come together.
The way she would brush her hair behind her ear when she was stalling for time.
The way she would reach out to steal the last piece of candy knowing he was trying to beat her to it.
He loved the way she would loosen his tie after a long meeting with his publisher. The way she would unbutton his shirt, agonizingly slow because she knew it drove him crazy.
The way her hands would skim across his chest ever so lightly as they made their way up to curl behind his neck to pull him in for a long sensual kiss.
He loved the way her hands would press into his back as he made her soar higher than she ever had before.
The way she would mess his hair after he spent thirty minutes getting it just right.
The way her hand would reach out to pull his into her lap while they were driving to work.
The way she would caress his cheek and massage his neck after a long night at the computer.
The way she would soothe the lines on his brow when he was stuck writing a scene involving Nikki and Rook.
But the thing he loved the most about watching her hands, those beautiful, amazing, powerful hands, was the way she had held their child for the first time.
The way those hands,those same hands that were capable of taking down hardened criminals,had trembled as she held them out in awe as he passed their first born over to her.
How she just had to see for herself that there were definitely ten fingers and ten toes. How those hands had tenderly loosened the blanket that swaddled their child. The way those hands had gently removed the cap from their child's head to caress the soft downy hair, the exact color of hers.
How those incredible hands had traced over that tiny face in amazement that they had created such a beautiful baby. The way her hand had reached out to take his,tangling their fingers together,communicating with her touch,because she was at a loss for words.
Yes, without a doubt,If you asked him, he could definitely write a story on the countless reasons why he loved her hands.