His hands have always intrigued you. The strength you've felt in them as they've steadied you. The comfort and reassurance you've received from them as he placed them gently on your shoulders. The way your skin tingles with an accidental, innocent touch.
You've wondered about his arms; about how they would feel wrapped tightly around you as the fingers on those strong hands lazily traced your bare skin.
You've imagined his lips. More than imagined, really. Fantasized would be more accurate. You don't know how many times you've caught yourself staring as he gave you that half-assed grin and wondered what it would take to wipe it off his face. And every time you've thought about how to wipe said grin off his face, you've found yourself blushing under the scrutiny of his concerned gaze.
And that gaze is something that can scare you with its intensity. To see those eyes focused so completely on you, you've almost forgotten yourself. Almost allowed yourself to forget that you aren't something more to each other than what you are. Almost allowed yourself to wish you were more.
You've never been able to resist the urge of watching him as he walks away. It's a guilty little pleasure that you allow yourself. And you know you aren't the only one who stares at the way the muscles in his legs play under the fabric. You've been granted the pleasure of seeing said legs a bit more uncovered, but there is just something about the mystery of them covered that makes your mind go places it really shouldn't.
You've wondered about other things as well, but you've never let your thoughts go down that path. Well almost never.
Until tonight.
And as your legs tangle and your arms entwine with those fingers on those magical hands -yes, they are magical, you know that for certain now- doing things you've only dreamed of in the past, you stare into his eyes as his lips caress yours and you realize that no matter how it might have seemed, you've always been more.