Take My Hand

Title: Take My Hand.

Author: A.M. Glass

Rating: G-PG, can’t make up my mind.

Disclaimer: Although I don’t mention names, this very short story came to me while I was thinking about a picture I’d seen where Lena is holding her hand out to Bianca. I think it took place in the hospital and as I haven’t seen the episode, I can’t be more specific.

Author’s Note: I’m not sure if this story works, I actually wrote it while waiting for my mother to get off work.

“Give me your hand,’ that all I thought as I held my hand out. ‘Reach out for it, reach out for me.’

I could see the indecision on her face – she’s thinking about it. She looks at my hand – I wish she wouldn’t bite her lip.

I should be doing that, biting, kissing, nibbling on her lips.

How long will I stand here waiting for her to make up her mind?

I already know – it’s burned in my heart – my soul knows no other answer. Why did I bother asking myself?

It was a waste of a thought.

I would wait:

- Forever -

‘Look into my eyes,’ I keep saying silently, ‘See the truth, see my love. Reach for my hand... please.’

Don’t keep me waiting, I have so much to share with you.

We have so much to explore.

I have so much to explore...

Every dip, every valley, every inch of you.

Let me learn your body, as you have captured my soul.

Let me feel your hands, your mouth, your lips on me, so were I struck blind I would know your touch, were I struck deaf I would know your taste.

Take my hand...

Take me home.