[It's an odd reversal, Estinien being the one to fret and fuss. He lets the attempt to smoothe his shirt carry on for a few seconds, before finally laying his hands over Estinien's. Even in that brief moment, where their hands had pressed together, his mind had begun to run away with countless different fantasies. Of how those hands might feel against his face. Or perhaps --
He lifts one up, pressing a gentle kiss to the palm, then flips it over to do the same on the opposite side. Even these small points of contact feel right.]
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He lifts one up, pressing a gentle kiss to the palm, then flips it over to do the same on the opposite side. Even these small points of contact feel right.]
I suppose it should be asked, though. What now?