Expressive Hands

by Missy

Summary:

Sometimes, Michael just likes to sit back and watch Sam use his hands.

Sometimes, Michael just likes to watch Sam use his hands.

Leaning over an engine block, his hands securing a piece of tubing, his fingers black with grease.

Pointing at a map, tracing the route home with the gentle touch of a lover.

Holding a bag of groceries for Madeline, the fingers stiff against the bottom of a paper bag.

Gesturing in mid-conversation, his fingers glistening with beef fat or mug sweat, trying to make a point.

Wrapped around Michael's wrist, the other holding his head still, leaning in for a kiss.

Sometimes, Michael just likes to watch Sam use his hands.

'Cause no one uses can use his hands like Sam does.