If there was one affectionate contact she was able to get him to do, it was by holding hands. It was like the other gestures where she had to press with constant dismissing, but she was tenacious and he eventually relented.
Though he'd sigh and scowl for everyone to see, she could see the tenderness in his eyes. He wouldn't admit it, but he enjoyed it.
She especially enjoyed the act itself when she could convince him to do it gloveless. It made her feel warm and fuzzy to feel his dark fur under her soft pink.
She especially loved feeling the little shivers that coursed throughout his body the nervousness he felt. Or the tiny goosebumps along his arm when she'd rub her free hand up and down it.
The overall gesture was small and simple, but it was big and wonderous to her. So whenever their fingers would lace, clothed or not, she'd grin from ear-to-ear.
And to her delight, she'd catch a rare (though quite tiny) smile upon his lips as well.