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Plumettes hands were soft and delicate things. A higher being made them for the fine things in life, to be catered towards and taken care of. But Plumette could never just content herself with the mere pleasures in life. She was a worker and her hands reflected that.
Small callouses and lines. The softness had faded years ago and had been replaced with skin that could took water and soap without breaking apart. And maybe somebody who had no idea about Plumette’s life would sneer at turn up their nose and say: A woman should be soft as a flower no matter her station. A women was not allowed to be more than just a pretty ornament on a man’s arm. But Plumette was so much more than that…
They didn’t know that these hands also cared for their children. That Plumette carried their children around, made them dinner, read them bedtime stories, played and cared for their kids with these hands.
That these were the hands of a lover. That they gripped Lumiere’s neck so tightly when they kissed in a quiet moment. That these hands caressed Lumiere’s skin every skin. That they brought him to the highest plateaus of pleasure and back.
These hands represented all the bests parts of his beloved Plumette: The mother, the lover, the hard worker… And every part single of those parts made Plumette the most special in Lumiere’s eyes.
So yes Lumiere loved Plumette’s hands.