Static Shock Fan Fiction ❯ Senses ❯ Touch ( Chapter 1 )

Static Shock and all affiliated characters, locations and such do not and never will belong to me, unless I suddenly and inexplicably strike it rich, in which case, I'm not going to buy it so much as fund a fifth season…or more. (however, the chances of that happening are slim…damn)

 

1. Touch

 

He had never really thought about it before, but they touched a lot. They often greeted each other by slinging their arms over one another's shoulders and they often say close enough to brush up against each other, among the many other examples; it was like one was the other's security blanket- One touch meant reassurance, meant the other was there and alive and breathing and warm, and in their line of work, a feeling like that was not one to be taken for granted, because it could very well be gone the next day.

 

So, as the fingers of Richie's left hand slid through his hair and his right hand slid-oh-there! he thought, with all of their touching, it was a wonder they hadn't done this before.