yeah so like holding asra's hands. interlocking your fingers and swinging your arms gently as you walk thru the market. or just lightly clasping them, maybe only locking pinkies, as one of you drags the other to look at something that caught their eye. maybe a sneather (snake sweater) for faust or a lemon pastry for muriel or something they just know the other would look ravishing in.
Interlocking arms as you stand on a bridge, overlooking the railing to watch the gondola's go past in the canal below. the sunlight's reflection shimmering in the blue-green water and soft mindless touches across your palm. you think he's watching the boats but really he just can't take his eyes off of you.
his hands are covered in flour and soon after, the both of you are too. what started as an experiment to try to replicate selasi's pumpkin bread soon lead to a baking race, and not long after a full-on flour war. he sneaks a quick boop on your nose, making even more of a mess, before following it up with a kiss. then he smears even more on your face as he cups your cheeks to pull you closer. you stand in each other's embrace until you smell a twinge of burning bread and remember your loaf is still in the oven, although it's more of a brick at this point. he won the contest. :/
his hand running though your hair as the other holds a cup of tea. he takes a sip and reads aloud from the book strewn across his thigh. You lay on the other, limbs stretched out and eyes closed in perfect relaxation. you only open them to gaze loving at his perfect features. every once in a while his motion stops as he leans down to press a faint kiss on your forehead. his touches sometimes wander to message your arms and back, wanting to feel all of you that you allow him. you revel in the sheer bliss of his touch knowing you'll soon return the favor.
in short, asra's hands.