Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: R
Summary: She has seen his hands invent from nothing and destroy life, but his hands always give her exactly what she needs.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: AndrAla, Enzo Matrix, and ReBoot are & TM their respective owners, not the author. Everything else is & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Soft sighs of satisfaction ushered from her blue lips as her lover beat her back. She had seen his mighty, green hands do so much and knew well of the strength therein. She had seen him nearly tear an enemy limb from limb with nothing but his hands and watched those same hands build a weapon out of nothing but a few sticks and a piece of elastic. Yet, as powerful as his hands were, he always knew exactly how to handle her with those same mighty hands.
He used his hands to comfort her and wipe her tears away in her moments of weakness. He used them to help hold her up and to care for her when she was injured. He invoked feelings she'd only ever dreamed of before with just a mere touch of his fingertips. Then there were times like now when he was both gentle and rough with her, gentle where she needed him to be, like around the scales on her lower back, and yet deploying just the right amount of rough strength to massage out the kinks in her muscles with ease.
AndrAla sighed again as her beloved Matrix continued rubbing her back. She loved him more than anything and everything else in their world or beyond, and his hands were only two of the thousand, and probably more, reasons why. She grinned as she thought of what she could do to those hands in just a few nanoseconds to remind him how much she truly did love him and, of course, to thank him for his wonderful massage.
The End