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Touch

His hands were rough, calloused, and yet, against her own, surprisingly soft. When they traced lazy circles into her palms, they elicited small sparks that raced up her spine - electrifying, more than words could ever say.

Touch; it had always been their form of communication.

Not that they didn't know how to talk, quite the contrary, considering their professions. But between the two of them, this sufficed much better. It was everything only an extensive vocabulary could convey, but what better way than to save breath and use touch, instead?

And she could understand him perfectly - from discerning each intention behind his fingers. They were always slightly warmer than her, and every time they skimmed along her - her back, her shoulders, her neck, she felt a faint heat. Just a trail of dull fire, flickering lazily along her bones.

The pads of his thumbs were strong, dexterous, and she knew she sometimes spent ample time admiring them in their time alone. She'd hold up his hand, examine each finger, admire how slim they were while still being poignant. She'd always been told she has more manly of hands, but she couldn't bring herself to be jealous of his. Especially when they roamed her skin, massaging through knots on her back, even when they feathered her own - it was all blissful. Where it was once shy, even imploring, now it was confident.

When he touched her face, she'd catch his hand, unfurl the fingers, and lay her cheek into his palm. It was a natural reaction, at this point, because she liked to lay her face against his hands, to feel the warmth that only he could provide. As if the heat could travel from her cheek to her heart. Sometimes, she swore it did.

And then, during the night, he'd always trace lazy patterns against her abdomen - her arm, anywhere he could reach. It was an idle motion, really, but she knew beneath the sluggishness was his true feelings, feelings he conveyed to her every day, whether when their hands brushed, when he grasped her shoulders, when he patted her leg, when he held her body closer to hers in his sleep.

They were all forms of I love you.

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