36. Hands
Summary: Just a little tribute to Lucas' hands.
Rating: T
Prompt: Hands

AN: 100 words isn't nearly enough to convey my appreciation of the magic hands. This is edited down from about 500 words (I stopped before I got too carried away). Now I'm really sad that I had to edit out so much. Maybe I'll use this prompt again.

Oh and to those of you who have been asking why Lucas committed suicide in the last ficlet, I am about 90% sure that I am going to turn that into a longer fic and explain everything.


One of the parts of Lucas' body that Skye loved the most was his hands. Calloused and rough from years out in the jungle, they could evoke the best sensations in her. They could be soft and gentle as they tenderly caressed her cheek or hard and rough as they gripped her forcibly.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she felt his warm hands moving up the inside of her thigh, travelling towards their destination. Skye turned her head to meet Lucas' lips, another part of his body that she adored. But that is a story for another day.