Reid's pulse was fast. His stomach fluttered. Rossi's skin was rough compared to his own, but that wasn't saying much.
He closed his eyes, dedicating his sizable intellect to analyzing the touch. The creases in Rossi's palms. The steady pulse in his thumb. The gentle ghosting his fingers did against his own hand and wrist. He didn't know hand-holding could be so intense. It made his face flush.
Carefully, his fingers started moving too, tracing the creases in Rossi's hands. Automatically, Reid's mind went to the significance of hands, humanity's most basic tools and one of the biggest collections of nerves in the body. His finger's found what palm readers would call Rossi's heart line. Then his head line. Then his life line. He traced them, his mind examining the significance behind the creases. Intellectualizing the rush he was feeling from the slight touch.
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He closed his eyes, dedicating his sizable intellect to analyzing the touch. The creases in Rossi's palms. The steady pulse in his thumb. The gentle ghosting his fingers did against his own hand and wrist. He didn't know hand-holding could be so intense. It made his face flush.
Carefully, his fingers started moving too, tracing the creases in Rossi's hands. Automatically, Reid's mind went to the significance of hands, humanity's most basic tools and one of the biggest collections of nerves in the body. His finger's found what palm readers would call Rossi's heart line. Then his head line. Then his life line. He traced them, his mind examining the significance behind the creases. Intellectualizing the rush he was feeling from the slight touch.