Notes: This one strays into mild M-rating territory, so... be aware, I guess?

Hands

rosabelle

His hands.

He loves her with them, fingertips dancing all along her spine and gently following the curve of her hips. He savors her with his fingers and his mouth, until she lies panting and boneless on the bed, eyes closed and a smile on her face. Some nights, she finds it exquisite.

Tonight, it is torturous.

He teases her breasts and her thighs and kisses a slow line delicately across her stomach, until she whines and grasps at his hair.

"More," she breathes, when finally, he slides a hand between her legs and strokes her there. "More of that."

Instead, he shifts atop her and kisses her neck, just at the base of her throat. His hands come to rest lightly on her waist. Her eyes close as she tries very hard not to squirm against him in frustration, and she sucks in her breath as he sends tingles down her spine with his kisses.

"I could phrase it as an order," she says, sounding breathless to her own ears as she combs her fingers through his hair.

"Do you think so?" She can hear the grin in his voice, and it makes her smile too.

"Mmm." Her wandering fingers reach the base of his neck and she drags her nails across his shoulders, pleased when he grunts in her ear in response. "I'm giving it serious consideration."

"Haven't you heard?" he teases, and nuzzles her throat. "I can be insubordinate."

She inhales, murmuring back, "Not tonight."

"No?"

"No," she says, and wriggles neatly out of his hold.

He lets her roll him onto his back, and smirks up at her when she straddles his hips.

She can't help giggling in return. Sometimes, she cannot escape the sense that she has been blessed with unusual luck.

His hands are gentle on her thighs, fingernails scraping her skin as they slide inwards. A shiver runs through her and she closes her eyes, letting herself just enjoy the sensation. Then he stumbles across the spot just above her knee and she squeals in surprise before she can stop herself.

He pauses, mischief in his eyes. "Interesting."

She does her best to glare at him. "Don't you dare."

"I'm thinking it could be too good a chance to pass up" he says, but when she grasps his wrists firmly in her hold, he makes no move to free himself. "Who'd have guessed?"

She's tempted to retort that he certainly wasn't supposed to. Instead, she says, "If you make me laugh, it'll wake Rusty. If that happens, you are going home and I have no intentions of leaving this bed tonight."

She swears that's a pout she sees on his face, but it's soon replaced by a hopeful grin. "No intentions, huh?"

She shifts her hold on him to pin his hands beside his head as she drapes herself across his chest. Poised with her mouth just level with his she breathes, "None," and kisses him, long and slow and deep.