on screen [CS&COLIFER]

ii. you're all hands [colifer]

[in which jennifer is always touching colin's face]

it's a wednesday when jen's small obssession begins. he is asleep, his head resting on jen's lap after a long day and endless exhaustion. jen is tracing the scar on his cheek when he wakes, but he keeps his eyes closed.

she giggles lowly at the show which is playing softly in the background. her fingers ghost over his hairline.

he opens his eyes as she begins to retrace his right eyebrow for the third time. she's smiling at the television, tracing and tracing absentmindedly. he stares in content.

she looks down after a minute or two. or three. he could've looked at her forever.

she smiles wider as she realizes he's awake. her touch disappears; his pout appears.

"hey, you."

he smiles and doesn't mention the caressing.
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the second time it happens, colin has ketchup smeared across his face.

"here, i've got it," she says. she swipes at the red substance, clearing it off his face before her fingers trail to the slope of his nose.

he is watching her intently. she blushes and hastily retreats when she notices his stare.

"sorry. . ."

"it's alright, love."

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the third time it happens their group of friends is playing a game.

jennifer has been blindfolded and directed to colin. she's supposed to guess who it is.

her touch is cold as it trails over his stubble, his cheek, his nose, and then his eyes.

his face is in her hands and his eyes are smiling. she giggles softly as she trails her touch around his eyes. once, twice, thrice.

"you have girl eyelashes," she whispers. and then jen giggles again as his eyelashes flutter over her fingers once again purposefully.

"colin." another whisper.

he unblindfolds her. "you knew from the start, didn't you?"

she nods and reaches for his scar. "i'd never forget a face like yours." she winks.

he smiles.

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the fourth time, they are far away, locked in a hotel room.

she is sitting on his bed, her legs tucked underneath her as he sits in front of her criss crossed.

they don't know how they ended up in their current position. the tv hums lightly in the background.

she begins to trace his face, again.

"why do you always touch my face?"

she shrugs, "you're perfect."

he laughs, it starts low in his belly, and it shakes him from the tip of his nose to his toes. she notices.

"i like your face. your nose, your chin, your stubble, your forehead; i even like your girl eyelashes." they both laugh.

"they were wrong, you know. emma swan may be all mouth but you, you- you're all hands." he states. she smiles.

she is tracing his lips now. his eyes flutter closed, and he hums to himself.

when he open his eyes again, she's staring right back and her eyes are a reminder of green swimming pools in mid-july and he wants to kiss her. wants to trace her every feature with his lips. wants to memorize her taste, her every nook and cranny. he wants to kiss her. because she's perfect, too.

she leans in slightly, and he can smell vanilla.

"i can't," he chokes out, desperate.

"i know," she sighs and smiles sadly.

her touch is gone. the bed is empty. he is cold.

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[inspired by the novel:

fangirl ; rainbow rowell.

very short & odd drabble,

but i hope you like it anyway. x]