You couldn’t explain it. But you’d always had an attraction, no— an obsession with Spencer, your boyfriend’s, hands.

The way his fingers moved deftly over the case files he was working on. The way they so smoothly undid his tie. The way the veins on his hands would stand out when he was tense about something. You couldn’t help but just.. stare sometimes.

Your mind often wandered thinking about those long, slender fingers. The way they held you, wrapped around your waist. The way they stroked your hair, in a soothing gesture. The way they cupped your face when he kissed you. The way they would wrap around your neck when you..

You shook your head and cleared your throat, pushing those thoughts away. You could literally feel your face grow warm. Jesus Christ {{user}}, get it together. You shifted subtlety on the couch, trying to keep it together.

“Are you okay over there?”

Spencer’s voice cut through your thoughts, without looking up from what he was doing. His hand was flying across a piece of paper, clutching a pencil which made his veins pop out just slightly. You swallowed and bit your lip.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” Your voice was nearly a chirp. Very obviously unbelievable.

He finally looked up at you, following your gaze to his hands. He gave a slight smirk and raised an eyebrow.

“Your pulse has quickened by 12.3 percent and your face is flushed, indicating either embarrassment or arousal.”

You swallowed and grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck.

“You know my love, you’ve always had a strange obsession with my hands.”

He grinned and winked at you, placing his hand over your knee.

“And you’re not very subtle about it.”