In the palm of your hands - Law x Reader

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His hands, the bearer of life and death for others, were a warm comfort for yourself.

The prominent veins in his thin hand rose the straight lines of his heavy tattoo. Pointing upwards, they led up to his continued inked skin.

Upwards to his fingers, long and slender, yours played along his studying each detail closely. Marked in a rich navy tint, they complimented his olive skin tone shinning despite the eerie word laid out. Tracing over each letter permanently etched, you laid a kiss over each one.

Humming softly to yourself, your focus turned over to his palm. With a light smile, a couple of kisses laid over his tender skin.

"Why do you always do that?" Putting a pause to his book, he looked down at you over his glasses to question for the first time. Usually one not to question your actions, he curiously wished for an answer this once.

"Do what?" You asked, keeping your lips at the center of his palm as you looked up to him though the slits of his spread fingers.

His relaxed hand suddenly tensed, capturing your nose in a pinch. With a light hand, he momentarily pulled before letting go. "You know, kissing my hand."

Your nose scrunched as you shook away recovering from his teasing touch. "Is it bothering you?" You softly hummed with a worrisome look.

"No, I was just wondering." He gave a shrug before turning back to his work allowing you to do what you wished.

You squeezed his hand muttering softly as you gathered your words. "Don't you know Law? Kisses on your palm mean that my heart is in your hands."

"Oh?" He raised a curious eyebrow to your declaration.

"Don't look at me like that, you know that I'm not good with words." You flustered from his sharp eyes focused on you. Hiding behind his large palm, you covered the visible rosy hue dusted upon your cheeks.

"Well, I can literally make that happen," he began to tease. Raising his hand, a light circle began to form beneath activating his devil fruit powers.

As you let go of his hand, your eyes rolled at him. "And I can literally kick you in your face right now." You quickly shot back rejecting the action before it could become a reality. Turning over in bed, you huffed covering yourself in the covers.

He let out an airy chuckle to your reaction. Slipping off his glasses, he laid them atop his closed book setting his work aside for the night.

Laying besides you, he cupped your body bringing you in close to him. As he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, he lightly dusted over your hand. A careful touch caught your hand raising it up to his lips. Retuning the affection, he laid a kiss upon the open palm of your hand.

"I guess I'm not too good with words either."