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Series: Anatomy
Archive: M/A; www.slashcity.com/flame
Category: Romance, POV
Rating: PG
Feedback: Any and all, please
He touches his face when he sleeps. He stretches out on his stomach, spreading himself over the mattress as if to possess it. One arm is crooked up so that his hand lays on his pillow, fingers resting against some feature of his smooth face.
Sometimes it is the side of his hand that stretches out along the length of his nose. On other nights, his thumb touches his cheek. Most often, his forefinger rests softly against his bottom lip.
I noticed this inclination shortly after we became lovers. Three fingers and his thumb were spread over his face, blocking my view of the peaceful expression I knew he must wear. Carefully, I drew his hand away, needing to see the visage of my lover. When I released it, the hand instinctively returned to its position.
Since that night, I confess I have made a study of his hand as he sleeps. It does not matter if he is tense, tired, satiated or angry. Slumber overtakes him, and his hand moves to his face. It is the softest touch, contact barely made between the surfaces.
But he knows. Subconsciously, he knows when that contact is broken. Time and again I pull his fingers away, subtly, so that I do not interrupt his dreams, but they always go back.
I wonder why. I am certain he is not aware that he does it. Is it a means of self-comfort, or perhaps an instinctive craving for touch? It fascinates me.
I move the finger away from his lip. He moves it back.
I move the finger away from his lip, and replace it with my own. His hand does not return. Whatever the purpose, my finger seems to serve it as well as his own.
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