Work Text:
You've always thought his essence was distilled into his hands.
Large. Firm. Calloused. Scarred.
Tools of an ignominious trade, heralds of death baptised in blood and gunpowder. Extensions of his will to kill, even if it is to protect.
Large. Firm. Careful. Tender.
The first part of him to reach you after months apart on deployment, warm and living and present as they love you. Manifestations of his desire to hold, even if just for a second.