Prompt: Skinship

Stephanie knew that it was strange that her heart beat faster whenever her skin touched Sportacus'. She supposed she should have been used to it by now. His skin warming her's, his touch a gentle support. After all, after every adventure they touched, they danced together. They moved in sync. Yet when he grabbed her hand, when he pulled her along next to him, heading toward the town hall during the storm. His gentle fingertips brushing against her hair when he put her hat back on her head. He probably held her hand to keep her safe, but she couldn't help thinking that maybe he felt the same way she felt. Her heart thumped against her chest when they touched, the rhythm that she wanted to dance to. Not her usual dancing though. A nervous head banging, monotonous dancing. She wanted their skin to be touching constantly. That when he caught her, she didn't have to leave his arms. When he hugged her she didn't have to leave his warm embrace. That when he held her hand she could keep their palms together, their fingers entwined.

But that couldn't be. She was acutely aware that she was a child. He would never want to continue holding hands with her. So instead of begging him to let her stay she just smiled. Flashed one of her brilliant grins and left his touch. Knowing that eventually he would touch her again.