InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Pride, Before the Fall ❯ The Ugly Truth ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Chapter: 3
He loved her hands the most.
There were other things he loved about her too – she was smart and thoughtful; both traits he admired. He loved her independence and vigour, and the fierce way she tackled life’s challenges.
But none of those things held the same power over him as her hands.
They were the first hands to reach him, the first he allowed to touch him, and because of that he cherished them.
He loved their small size and long, elegant fingers; they fit so neatly, enclosed within his hand.
And when it came to their soft skin and gentle touch he could never get enough. She had a way of slipping those petite hands around his waist and skimming them up his back that made him want to hold her tight and whisk her off to bed.
Her hands were the part he loved most about her, until the night everything changed.
He watched from the club’s patio, with his drink in hand and the chatter of his colleagues drowning him. She stood at the stone fountain across the street, with the water cascading behind her. She was a vision in that indigo silk dress.
The man she spoke with he didn’t recognize, but he was insignificant. That was, until those hands he loved so much encircled his midsection.
He watched her nimble fingers, fingers that felt so right linked with his own, curl into the fabric of that other man’s sweater.
When she buried her face against his chest he forced himself to look away.
Shaken, he carefully set his drink down on the nearest table and escaped out the closest exit.
But even he couldn’t outrun the ugly truth that followed.
The very thought of being touched by those hands he’d once adored now sickened him.
Author's Note: This chapter takes place roughly one month prior to "Deluded".
The theme for this week was "Smart", to be covered in 300 words exactly.
He loved her hands the most.
There were other things he loved about her too – she was smart and thoughtful; both traits he admired. He loved her independence and vigour, and the fierce way she tackled life’s challenges.
But none of those things held the same power over him as her hands.
They were the first hands to reach him, the first he allowed to touch him, and because of that he cherished them.
He loved their small size and long, elegant fingers; they fit so neatly, enclosed within his hand.
And when it came to their soft skin and gentle touch he could never get enough. She had a way of slipping those petite hands around his waist and skimming them up his back that made him want to hold her tight and whisk her off to bed.
Her hands were the part he loved most about her, until the night everything changed.
He watched from the club’s patio, with his drink in hand and the chatter of his colleagues drowning him. She stood at the stone fountain across the street, with the water cascading behind her. She was a vision in that indigo silk dress.
The man she spoke with he didn’t recognize, but he was insignificant. That was, until those hands he loved so much encircled his midsection.
He watched her nimble fingers, fingers that felt so right linked with his own, curl into the fabric of that other man’s sweater.
When she buried her face against his chest he forced himself to look away.
Shaken, he carefully set his drink down on the nearest table and escaped out the closest exit.
But even he couldn’t outrun the ugly truth that followed.
The very thought of being touched by those hands he’d once adored now sickened him.
Author's Note: This chapter takes place roughly one month prior to "Deluded".
The theme for this week was "Smart", to be covered in 300 words exactly.