Replay, by silverkat1620

Summary - Casey's keeps noticing things.

Pairing - R.J./Casey a.k.a. Rasey

Rating - I'm gonna go with PG on this one, just to be safe.

A/N - Okay this is the first of my stories written for the PRSW22, off of prompt #14 obsessive. No spoilers, unless you've never seen as episode in which case I can't help you.

Disclaimer - I do not own these characters. I am poor. Damnit.

Replay

Casey replays it over and over in his head.

He's gotten really good at it, imagining. He's become meticulous about details. The strength, the dexterity, of R.J.'s hands as they work together in JKP's kitchen, kneading dough, chopping things, or cleaning tables out in front. Hands that are always in motion, always dancing through the air.

He's memorized the different qualities of R.J.'s touch while they're training. How it's gentle to correct a stance, or firm to knead out a pain from the latest of Dai Shi's monsters. He's obsessive about calluses, scars, even paper cuts. Casey never understood the expression, "know it like the back of my hand." How often do you look at your hands? But, now he can quote chapter and verse on R.J.'s hands.

And at night, while he berates himself for not being brave enough today, not just going for it, he thinks of R.J.'s hands. He imagines their firmness, their gentleness cradling his head, or pushing him away, and he tells himself that whichever it is he has to go for it. He has to know.

At night, Casey replays the possibilities over and over in his head, and sighs to himself. Either way he has to know.