Fics like so close you can almost taste it

Buck glances beyond his laptop, over to Eddie. Specifically, the hand Eddie has laid out on the table, between them. He’s so caught up in this world that exists predominantly in his mind — partially on the screen in front of him — that he barely thinks before he’s reaching out to grab a hold of Eddie’s hand. Testing a grip, and thinking of what exactly he can feel. The warmth of Eddie’s hand, and the ridges of his knuckles, the way he moves just slightly in surprise. “Um. Buck?” Buck snaps out of his writing mind-fog, cheeks heating as he looks at the hand he’s got on Eddie’s — thumb tucked under his palm, which is definitely too intimate for this early scene — then up to meet Eddie’s gaze. He looks mostly amused, but a little confused too, and he’s still lit up by that sun, so beautiful it kind of hurts. Or: Buck starts writing a book. Eddie helps.

Fics like so close you can almost taste it

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