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Archive: WRFA (under FlameDancerV77), FFN, ask me
Author's Note: My first attempt at a 100-word drabble. How'd I do? Didn't use any set words, just the image of Logan/Hugh's hands in my head. Had fun, and now willing to take on a drabble challenge if anyone has one.
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Marie stares at his hand, the one not attached to the arm draped across the back of the couch that rests firmly on her left shoulder.
Logan's long, surprisingly slender fingers are wrapped around a Molson. A shiver travels her spine as she remembers what those fingers… his hands… can do.
Capacity for destruction hidden inside instruments of pleasure.
Perfect hands.
Marie remembers the first time she felt the glide of his skin against the silk encasing hers. Surprise at the absence of roughness or calluses on hands so used to fighting. Super healing, she thinks. The best beauty regimen.