A Hand to Hold
Abigail x Harvey (Stardew Valley)
At the sink, he twisted the facet on. The steady drum of water flowing into the stainless steel basin drowned out further conversation. His back to her, Abigail watched him quietly as he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows with quick, practiced movements and briskly started washing his hands. Something about him was different, she noted with a curious tip of her head.
His jacket!
Absent was his familiar green suit coat, the one he always wore. Instead, he was clad in just a white, faintly wrinkled button-down shirt and tan trousers.
A strange twinge swelled within her, seeing him out of his usual wardrobe. It reminded her of when she was a child, and would happen upon one of her teachers outside of school. She’d always found it bizarre to imagine them with lives of their own outside of the interactions she had with them.
Reflecting on it, Abigail supposed the informality of his appearance shouldn’t have come as much of a surprise, considering the time of night. It clearly being after office hours, he must have been up in his apartment when she had been dropped off at the clinic.
The line of his shoulders shifted in a gentle rhythm as he scrubbed his hands, drawing her eye. Maybe it was seeing him out of his typical attire, but she couldn’t help noticing how broad his back looked as it flexed with the movement. That peculiar twinge morphed into a hum in her blood as something unfurled in her belly, flooding her system with a startling but pleasant rush.
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This is an entirely self indulgent fic I wrote for myself. You can read it too, if you want. 😆