WIP words: hand (or hands)
Oh my dear, dear friend. You have no idea the riches you have unearthed with this one, lol.
Seal the Deal, Chapter 4: Not willing to take any chances with the fate of an infant hanging in the balance, Emma slid her hand down Killian’s chest to the front of his tented leather trousers and cupped the bulge she found there.
Neverland New Year: Her hands were still curled around the soft leather of his collar, their bodies practically touching as the adrenaline pumping through their veins also caused their chests to heave with each breath.
Bridgerton Inspired AU: “Be bold, and do not shy away from the pleasure your hand will begin to coax. Eventually, you’ll be rewarded with a sense of euphoria, a release.”
1800s Prison AU: Their hands rested beside one another, each on opposite sides of the bars, and in a moment of daring, Killian brushed his pinky against hers and declared.
A Different Kind of Fun, Chapter 5: “Rob would have had my arse if I’d broken my hand the day we’re meant to have our final audition for the tour,” Killian explained, having already had the conversation with Emma earlier back on his boat, with a bag of frozen peas pressed against his face.
Mob Fic: She flinched slightly when he stepped forward, taking her face in his hands as he examined the damage done.
Vegas Bachelor/ette AU: Sweeping a hand through his mussed hair, he licked at his lips and murmured, “As you wish,” before stepping back into the elevator and letting the doors separate them.
Yet Another Dark Hook AU: “I may be a bastard, but at least I’ll have more than my hand to keep me company tonight. And every night here after,” Hook needled before flinging open the doors with a loud bang. “Now get out.”
