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    Her hands

    Story written on June 17, 2011 by kins40.
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    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=77645
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    Single chapter – one off

    I saw Tina disappear behind the bathroom door but the feel of her hands was still vividly with me. Soft and comforting.
    The very same hand which right now has taken hold of mine in a vice like grip.
    She is not letting go. Gone is the tenderness, the feminine softness, the delicate fingers. Her palm is sweaty, she is warm.
    She has not been training and yet her hand is nearly breaking mine. The tendons in her wrist are protruding. Her hand is now shaking but her crushing action is not lessening.
    I want to shout for her to release her sustain assault but I daren’t, I know it will be met with anger.
    Her knuckles are white with the intense pressure she is exerting on my hand. The blood has not reached the tip of my fingers in a while now and my nails have lost all coloration.
    I need to forget about my own pain right now. I look at her  and her breathing has intensified. It is short and quick and interspersed with exhausted breath and frustrated whimpers. 
    Her nose is flared, her beautiful face is crimson under the intense effort. Her brow is peppered with droplets of sweat and her blonde hair sticks to the side of her face and neck in darkened wet clumps.
    She lets out a long howl and her grip tightens even further around my almost massacred hand. 
    This is it, the last push on the very last contraction.
    Her head falls back against the white sheets of the hospital bed. She is beyond exhausted and her hand finally lets go of mine. 
    But I do not pay attention anymore, the frenzy of activity which has suddenly erupted in the room around the little being which has just let out a small but powerful cry, has taken my mind away from the  sorry state of my painful hand. 
    The baby is here. 
    I can hear the doctor reassuring us that all is fine and that we will get to meet our daughter as soon as the preliminary checks have been taken care off.
    I turn to Tina who looks at me expectantly. I am so proud of her and I tell her. I take her hand in mine and kiss the top of her fingers before leaning in to kiss her sweat covered face and dry lips. She looks a millions miles away from the first night I met her but I love her even more than all those years back.
    The doctor finally returns cradling a swaddle of terry towels in which lies the most beautiful baby I have ever seen. 
    Safe within the confine of Tina’s arms, we meet our daughter for the first time. Her eyes are open and the powerful lung explosion of earlier on, is now replaced by little croaky throaty noises interspersed with giant size yawns.  Her little arms free from the warmth and tightness of the womb are now extending and reaching into the vastness of the space around her.  
    My eyes fall on her tiny hands. Her fragile little fingers still bear the effect of their lengthy fluid immersion. They are spread open trying to grasp at the immensity surrounding her.
    I reach over, touching my index finger to her tiny pruned palm and her fingers fold close over, with all the might of a newborn.
    It takes the entirety of her little hand to envelop my finger but in that single most amazing and surreal moment, I feel her whole life vibrate through mine.
    The end.
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    2. Am I first?… Well, aren’t I your nb 1 fan anyway? All I can say is… AMAZING!! Would it be silly to say that I almost felt that scalp massage? And god knows I LOOOOVE scalp massages!!!… Who doesn’t? You know that already, bud god do I love your writing!!… That was beautiful, and that’s the understatement of the year! You just demonstrated how magic and powerful hands can be! Oh, and what a beautiful tribute to champagne as well! You wrote it wonderfully!! Bravo my friend, amazing one-off!… But to be honest, I never really had a doubt… ;) Thanks!

    5. My lovely Kins, you have been gone too long. I want a reply lol. I was wondering if you cared to co-write with me? I have been scared to ask :/ that’s why it’s not in your PM. Awesomely beautiful. I want her hands on me. Forget eyes are the window to the soul, our hands are the depth to our undying love. Caramel x

    10. Kins40 – Amazingly beautiful. I really love how you keep the beauty, respect and gracefulness of these two lovers especially in their most intimate moments. Glad you came back with a new one as you are one of a few that keep me here.

    11. Hi Kins40! :-) What a nice surprise to see your posting! Immediately read it and oh boy!… Must savor every bit of it as it was so deep in details and real!! And how do you do that?! :-p it’s “only” about hands some more! … ;-) thanks for beautiful writing for the weekend :-)

    12. Thank you for this fabulous description of Tibette’s happinessf rom the moment they met to Angelica’s birth.You have your way with words which I admire and envie. Thank you for this beautifultibute to our most famous couple. Thank you.

    17. Yay, you’re back! The love, tenderness and the emotional connection the two women share, you captured it all. You do know how awesome you are? Please write a story for each of your other top four of the most satisfying actions. Pretty please?

    24. Kins40, that was extraordinarily exquisite. you gave us almost their entire lives in five pages. They were the most beautiful, loving, gentle, intimate, respectful and sensuous descriptions of a lovers hands I’ve ever read anywhere. You do have a way with words. There were very few words spoken by either of them, yet you gave us what it was all about in the description, “LOVE,” almighty love and understanding of the love shared by two deeply connected people that doesn’t require words to convey the love shared between them, just that very special touch that says everything. Without a word of abuse, degradation, s&m, bdsm, not even anything that could be construed as nc-17, yet you gave us everything that we needed to know by just describing how much they loved and cared for one another almost without saying a word. Thanks so much for bringing us this very beautifully loving story.

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