Lol 3 chapters in one day. Go me! I felt like making myself feel better after the major angst overload.

Pairings: Ryner/Ferris

Warnings: I think I got so OOC during the last half. Sorry if I did, but I'm really not used to romance, and Ferris and romance is just... Lol. *no comment*

Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Legendary Heroes.

Ferris had only ever known what the hands of family felt like. The rough hands of her mother, and the caring hands of her brother and sister were all that were known to her. So it was no surprise one day when she realized this, and began to wonder what another's hand felt like.

She chose Ryner as her subject. For a few days, she would merely bore holes into his hands with her eyes. Ryner soon figured something was up.

"Ferris, why are you staring at my hands?"

"No reason."

Ryner let it be at that, figuring it to be too much of a pain to go in any further. The next day came, and Ferris seemed to be intently focused on his hand. She wondered what the hand of a child-molester felt like. Would it be rough, like her parents, or caring like her siblings? Or would it be something else entirely? She couldn't fathom.

Ferris decided to take action on her thoughts, and suddenly reached out to grab Ryner's hand as they were walking.

Ryner stopped dead in his tracks. What had just happened? "Ferris, what are you doing?"

"Holding your hand." Her reply seemed somewhat dazed.

She had been surprised. The hand was rough, but not like her mother's rough, but like a callous and strong rough, yet it was warm, and comfortable, and her hand seemed to fit so perfectly inside of it. She felt the blood rise to her cheeks and took her hand back, as if shocked.

"Ferris?" Ryner was confused. He had no idea what was going on. Why had she suddenly grabbed his hand and then pulled back?

"I just wanted to know what the hand of a harasser felt like." She looked to the ground.

Ryner couldn't respond. Just what had gotten into this crazy woman? Besides, since when had he been a child-molester or a woman harasser and all those things she claimed him of?

Ferris felt like her answer had been an excuse, and she didn't know how to explain the feeling of butterflies in her stomach. What was it about his hand that had been so different from what she had known? Why did it cause this kind of reaction in her? She took her eyes off the ground and looked up into his. His eyes, too, were so different from any other. And not because of the Alpha Stigma. Everything about him was different suddenly. Why did his hand cause so much of a difference in her? She looked back to the ground again, face rivaling a tomato.

Ryner walked the few steps between them and reached his hand out towards her face. He didn't quite understand the impulsion to do so, but he had a light feeling in his stomach after she suddenly grabbed his hand.

Ferris' eyes widened and she looked up once again. So many new curiosities had sparked in her after setting on this journey, and she didn't know what to make of them. But suddenly she had the impulse to want to know the feel of another's lips as well.

Ryner set his other hand on her waist, not quite knowing what had overcome him. But he suddenly wanted to be closer to her. More impulses waved over him as he leaned in slowly and closed his eyes.

Ferris swallowed lightly and watched as his face inched closer. His breath was warm on her face, and smelled vaguely of the dango she'd forced to him earlier. As their lips met, she felt even greater sensations than that from when she held his hand. His lips were rough, too, and dry. The butterflies in her stomach danced. She gently closed her eyes, and leaned into the kiss just slightly.

And then it was over almost as soon as it was there. Ryner moved his hands from her, and stepped back a step, looked off to the side and scratched his face, lightly flushed.

Ferris brought her hand up to her lips, embarrassed, and still red. She had never expected that a man such as this horrible being could bring out such emotions in her. Or that his hands and lips would feel so comfortable and right. She turned her back to him, deciding she had enough new curiosities filled for the day, and knowing she wouldn't be able to face him properly for a while.

Though, now she knew what hands belonging to someone other than family felt like, and she liked the new knowledge.