Alphabet Soup

by Crinklybrownleaves

This is an A to Z of tiny stories and drabbles, all too short to stand alone. Involving lots of Dr Blake characters, but most will have Lucien and / or Jean in (well, what else would you expect from me!). All different times and moods, the only thing that holds them together is that there is one for each letter of the alphabet.

8. Hands

She had always thought he had beautiful hands. Surgeon's hands, she supposed. More delicate than you might expect for a big man, she had watched them surreptitiously as he played the piano, wrote in his appointments book, or poured himself another whisky.

And he had always loved to touch. He did it to everyone; a hand on the shoulder or a touch on the back. Calming, reassuring, soothing.

But with her it was different. Her skin burned, sensitive where his fingertips had been. He pulled her blouse from the waistband of her skirt, and let his hand lie flat on her side, against her bare skin, and heat flared there. She closed her eyes and sighed against him as he slid his hand slowly down to her hip, and grasped it. He spread his fingers and her mind filled with the contact between them.

As she let her head fall forward onto his shoulder she whispered, "You have such beautiful hands."