My first fan fiction: Hands (drabble)

Title: Hands
Characters/Pairings: Spock/Uhura
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything
Summary: Uhura watches Spock at his desk (drabble)
A/N: This is my FIRST fic ever. I would love feedback and ways to improve. I can take it! By the way, this is inspired by this blog post on SpockJones, and also by the last scene of this entry of the excellent Cygnus Beta series by brightfame.



His hands are striking. They mirror his form--long, graceful, and purposeful. He uses them to flip through the stack of padds. One lithe finger slides along a touch screen.

How can *hands* be this way?

He pauses, and brings two fingers to his lips… and breathes.

Absently, his other hand searches for the teacup. Two fingers curl about the handle, a thumb pressing gently for stability, and steam trails as he releases his pose and raises the cup to his mouth.

One swallow and she sees him staring back at her, questioningly, cup in midair.

He is so beautiful.

Grandma.

 









































I wanted to post a pretty picture up here, so I chose a photo of my Grandma.  Seriously, this is her.  Guess how old she was?  Just guess.  Give up?  She was THIRTY-FOUR!  This was about a year before she married my Grandpa, who was eight years younger.  Nice, huh?

I do not look like this.  Well, maybe a little.  Like, if she mated with Woody Allen, then you'd have me.