All of my other Bessa one-shots tend to be a bit sad. I didn't want this one to be. Dang. I've realized I'm writing so many that I am actually shipping Bessa. What?! Anyways, this is just a cute little thing. Hope you enjoy it! (R&R if you like.)
Disclaimer: I don't own Wicked.
I wonder what it would feel like, Nessa thought.
She looked up from her reading. Boq's hand was right there. All she had to do was reach over...
Boq sat up in his chair. Nessa folded her hands in her lap, wondering if Boq had read her mind. But, his hand hadn't moved.
Slowly, Nessa slid her hand across the table, and slipped it into his.
Boq looked up, straight at her. She didn't break eye contact, nor did she pull her hand away.
Neither did he.
She could feel the calluses of his hands from years of working in the fields. She wondered if he could feel the calluses of her hands from years of pushing her chair. she knew that it wasn't normal, but didn't know if it was a bad thing or not.
He still hadn't said anything.
She was still waiting, her hand in his.
He pulled his hand away.
Flushing from ebarassement, so did she.
But he gave a small shake of his head, and grabbed her hand. Looking right into her eyes, he held up their entwined hands. He stretched his fingers straight, and then laid them between hers. He then lay them on the table.
Though she didn't show it, her stomach was doing backflips, a warm glow growing in her chest.
Though he would never admit it to himself, so did he.