Without a Trace

Jack/Sam

PG-13

 

*****

 

She Could Always Tell...

from Midnight Caller

 

 

 

 

She could always tell what he was thinking by how he touched her. 

 

A light, tender caress after making love, and he would be there when she awakened, and that the same gentle touch would stir her back into consciousness. 

 

Fingers tightly tangled in her hair or roughly gripping her hips, digging in harder as the moments went by, and he was close to release, his hands attempting to bring her along with him. 

 

The warmth of a hand spread wide across her back meant they were at the office, and it was the only way he <I>could</I> touch her.  Oddly, she longed for those the most; the risk meant more, somehow. 

 

And now, with his fingers squeezing her arm, it seemed to say everything and nothing all at once.  He shouldn’t be here, but he was.  He didn’t know what this was, but it didn’t matter.  He didn’t lessen his grip, but the gesture still had a frightening degree of finality. 

 

She could always tell what he was thinking by how he touched her, and somewhere deep inside, she knew this was some kind of goodbye.