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Here's another drabble. This one's reaaalllly fluffy. Lots of Chloe brooding and such. She's good at that.

It's an extended version of the prompt Hands in the first chapter.

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Hands

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Chloe blinked open her eyes and looked up at the ceiling. In the dark, her husband, and bedmate's, soft snores shifted around the accompanying sounds of the wind howling angrily outside as thunder crashed and lightning lit up the room. It cast odd shadows against the wall for a few moments; her own private shadow-puppet show.

When another boom of thunder echoed, Derek made a grunting noise and rolled over onto his side so that he was facing her. His eyes were opened slightly, but Chloe knew that he wasn't actually awake. His sleep hazed eyes blinked as he saw her and he blearily slid his hand into hers as if afraid he would lose her while he slept. She couldn't help the smile that spread itself across her face at his juvenile behavior.

His eyes slid back closed as he mumbled something unintelligible that segued into a snore. The rain began to fall in big drops, smack the window with hard taps. Chloe scowled up at the ceiling, knowing that she probably wasn't going to get much sleep in this.

Derek's hand around hers tightened convulsively and she gazed down at the warmth encircling her. He really was quite large. It was easy to forget that since she had spent so much time with him and had gotten used to his bulk, but at times like these she could easily see.

She could easily see where the fear came from. He was such an unnaturally large person, so tall and broad, packed with muscle and giving off a dangerous air. She could easily see why they would get odd looks when they were out in pubic together. Because, not only was his oddly large, she was oddly small. Especially for a twenty-two year old. They probably looked like something fresh out of a comic strip.

Yet, as always, Chloe couldn't seem to work up any feeling about that aside from pride. If they were different, it only showed how much they cared for each other to be able to put up with the differences and still be this in love after all this time.

She was proud of them; of what they had become together.

She smiled again and brought his hand up to her mouth, taking it in her other hand as she kissed his knuckles. The thunder crashed again and Derek shifted, grunting.

This time, when he turned to her with his eyes open she knew he was awake. He looked mildly irritated but she knew it was at the weather, not her. His eyes took in her form, as she finished up her lingering kiss on his knuckles, and they softened so beautifully, turning into twin pools of calming green.

He pulled her to him as he sighed. "Couldn't sleep?" He mumbled; his voice still gravely with sleep. Chloe nodded and shifted so that she was as close to him as she could get.

"It's too loud outside." She whispered back, running her nails along the hand she refused to relinquish. He gave an agreeing noise and watched her as she played with his hand. She ran her fingers up and down his larger ones, lightly drew invisible pictures on his palm with her nails, and then placed her hand in his so that their fingers matched up. His fingers were a good deal longer than hers were and she once again smiled.

Derek slid his fingers in between hers and held her hand, bringing it down again until it rested between them comfortably. He looked very groggy after her extended exploration of his appendage. "What is it with you and my hands?" He mumbled thickly. Chloe shrugged and tucked herself in, pulling him down close to her.

Putting them together.


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