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Hands
Lucy always thought hands were an attractive part of a man. The way they could clench and a vein would just pop. Yeh it always did something to her.
What she wasn’t expecting was how sexy she would find Tim's hands. Yet Most of all she wasn’t expecting just how much he would put his hands on her.
Even on their first - 'second' - date Tim had his hand resting on her thigh. Then whenever they would walk close he would take any opportunity he could to tap his fingers on or quickly squeeze her thigh.
Come to think of it, Lucy is sure her thighs do to Tim exactly what his hands do to her.
Lucy also suspects that Physical touch might be a form of Love language for Tim. As it was for herself. You see he would always seek her out whenever he could. At first it started as gentle brushes of her thigh as they walked. Hands gliding across her lower back as he guided her through doors or into her chair on date nights. Brushing the very tips of his fingers over her knee as he held onto the gear stick while he drove.
Then once they had crossed that beautiful line into becoming intimate Lucy found out just how much Tim would like to touch her. Even just casually with nothing sexual about it. He would just always want to be connected with her in some way.
When he started to stay overnight Lucy would find even on the warmest of nights, when they are on opposite ends of the bed with covers on the floor Tim would still be touching her in some way in his sleep. His foot touching hers, his hand on her thigh or her arm. Some part of his body had to be touching hers, like while asleep he drew comfort from the fact she was there.
Not that Lucy ever minded having Tim’s hands on her. In fact she delightfully welcomed it every time.
She’d never expected him to be such a hands on person when it came to things such as this. While she’s not even sure why she thought he wouldn’t, she’s grateful that he is. But having Tim pull her legs over his lap, or rest his arm behind her and absentmindedly run his fingers through her hair. Something about the simple actions made her heart jump.
While she's not sure Tim would even know what a love language even is Lucy herself recognises that while Words of Affirmation might just take the top spot, Physical Touch is a very close second for her. She takes great comfort in having the person she loves almost constantly touching her. There was just something that set her skin alight knowing that Tim’s mind would always think about her, about being able to touch her in any way possible.
Much like how she would also touch him as much as she could. Knowing that while he rolled his eyes when she wedged her cold feet under his legs on the couch, she could also see the smile tugging at his lips. Or on nights he would work a later shift and come home to find her already in bed barely clinging onto consciousness, she’d caught him smiling at her in one of his worn shirts. When physical contact isn't available she still seeks out as much of him as she can get.
There were other things he would also do with his hands that she would love so much. Things that had her sweating and shaking, begging. It wasn’t until they started dating that she truly let herself really look at his hands. Sure she had noticed them while his rookie, seeing them flex around his gun or pull open the door of the shop, or just casually rest them onto his belt. But she’d never let herself look too long.
But when they had cuddled up on her couch to watch some cooking show he claimed to hate but then got way too into. She would let herself look at the hand entwined with her own, or the one resting on her thigh. Even before they had crossed ‘that’ line she couldn't help herself but to admire just how thick and long each digit was. How large the pad of this thumb was.
Letting her mind wander to just what those hands must be capable of. Seeing them save lives and take down criminals she knows just how much power they hold.
So when she finally got to experience what it was like to have him slide those delicious digits down her stomach to the place she wanted them most, she couldn't believe just how insanely good it felt. She was right the skills he possessed had her pushing on the edge quicker than she knew was ever possible.
One of the things she had never even thought about was the slight of Tim pulling his slick covered fingers into his own mouth moaning at the taste. That was a whole other story.
It didn't matter what or where his hands were, she still loved them.
Cooking her breakfast, as he wrapped his large digits around a tiny pink spatula.
Gripping her hair and holding it all back, as her own hands gripped his hips and she looked up at him through her lashes.
Rubbing soothing circles onto her back as she hugged the toilet, mumbling about ‘killing Angela for this hangover from hell’.
Holding onto hers as she laughs then squeals as she almost falls on her ass yet again while trying to ice skate, thanking him for keeping her on her feet.
Gently tapping her thigh as they sit next to each other during an emotional briefing, drawing her attention to check she was ok.
Giving Kojo what seems to be life changing belly rubs if the pups reaction was anything to go by.
Lucy loved everything about Tim, but there's just something about his hands that had her falling that little bit deeper. They showed so much care and have been through literal war. Yet they were so soft and delicate while holding a sleeping baby Jack.
When the day came that Lucy got to slide a simple silver band onto one of his fingers she thought she falls in love with his hands even more. Feeling the cool metal on her back as they danced that evening sent an instant smile to her face.
Those hands and Tim’s love were now hers.
from this day forward
for better, for worse
for richer, for poorer
in sickness and in health
to love and to cherish
till death they do part