The Touch of This Hand
By Jen


Rating: G

Notes: Just because this idea wouldn't let me go...and caffeine-induced insomnia at 3:00 a.m. gave me the time to jot it Spoilers for AtS “A Hole in the World.”

 

 

Spike extended his fingers, and flesh met flesh.  The touch felt familiar and foreign all at once.  There had been a time, of course, when pain, pleasure, his very existence had been in the palm of the hand he now grasped, but it felt like a lifetime ago.  It *was* a lifetime ago.  To say they had history was much too facile.

 

Hell, they had *made* history.

 

And that's when it came to him.  "St. Petersburg."

 

"Thought you'd forgotten."

 

He hadn't.  And wasn't it strange, Spike mused, that the touch of this hand felt ever so slightly like coming home?


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