Theres like, what, four Petunia/Handy fics? Needs more, man!
"Say "Ah"~" Petunia said, as she held up a fork with a strawberry on it, up to Handy's mouth. Handy smiled, and opened his mouth. Petunia giggled, placing the strawberry in Handy's mouth. Handy and Petunia were a couple, and they both loved each other very much. There was one problem, though. Handy had no hands. It was very frustrating! People constantly gave him stares. He couldn't do anything without someone's help. With eating, dressing, and the bathroom…oh, don't get me started on that.
However, all that junk was nothing, to Handy. What was really frustrating was that because he had no hands, he couldn't do all the things Petunia did. He wasn't able to stroke her cheeks, or run his hands through her hair, or hold her hands. No. It was so frustrating! And even though Petunia was nice enough to see past his having no arms, he would still get down in the dumps. He wanted to be able to do these things with her!
Getting prosthetic arms could be one solution…but it was probably just like having no arms. It wasn't like he would be able to feel the texture of her skin against his own, or the feeling on her hair wrapped in Handy's hands. It wasn't fair.
Petunia tilted her head, with that charming smile still etched across her face. "Something wrong, dear?" Handy shook his head. "It's nothing." He said. "Oh, c'mon, you can tell me." She said encouragingly. Handy sighed, looking down to the slice of cake, the strawberry that was once there now devoured. "Same old same old. It's frustrating having no arms, y'know…" He sighed, shaking his head. Petunia piped down. "I know it must be hard…"
"You don't know the half of it. People look down at me, I can't dress myself, or eat without help. I can't do anymore work because of my lack of hands." He explained. "And the worse part is, I can't touch you, or hold your hands." Petunia smiled a little, placing her hands against his cheeks. "Y'see? Like that! Like what you're doing. I want to be able to do that with you…" He sulked. "Oh, Handy…" Petunia said sympathetically.
"Our love isn't like everyone else's. " "It doesn't need to be. Our love is unique." Handy shrugged. "Maybe. But, still. I want to be able to hold you, when you're scared." Petunia was silent, as she stroked his cheeks with her thumbs. If he had hands, he would be running a hand through her long flowing hair, another arm around her waist. "But…even so, even if I have a lack of hands, I'm lucky to have you by my side." He said gratefully. "I love you." "I love you to, Handy." Petunia said gently, giving him a peck on the lips.
He smiled. "You're lips are soft…" Handy then leaned in, kissing her on the lips gently and smoothly, letting it last. In his imagination, his arms were wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. After a moment, he pulled away. "Well, look on the Brightside. You still have your lips." Petunia said with a gentle chuckle, as she ran a finger down his nose, and down his lips.