A/N: Just a one-shot I came up with instead of doing my Chemistry homework. Enjoy.
Hands.
"They're soft, and they're firm, and they're large, and they're thin, and they're-"
"Quit it." He flicked her forehead just as his eldest brother used to do to him when he was younger, causing her to land on the navy bean-bag chair in the corner of his room. She wasn't supposed to be here, but she was just so naïve and ignored his blunt request to keep away regardless of any trouble he'd be in because of her.
She just really didn't care.
"You shouldn't even be here," His arms were crossed, as he stared blankly at her curious face.
"But you w-want me to stay."
"You should go,"
"But you want me to s-stay," She persisted, already getting up and crawling into his lap. Usually, she was a very meek and quiet girl. She had little to no confidence whatsoever, but when she was in his room—she likes to call it a "sanctuary from reality" because the walls remind her of the ocean, it was such a nice shade—she felt as though her self-esteem issues vanished and that she could pretend, even if only for a second, that she wasn't the shy heiress of the Hyuuga family.
"My family hates Hyuugas."
"My family h-hates Uchihas."
She brought her fingers back to his. "And they're smooth, and they're pale, and they're-"
He snatched his hand and slapped hers lightly away. "I said quit it,"
His room was truly a sanctuary if she could freely pout at his behavior. "I snuck through your back door to see you and drop off your paycheck and this is w-what I g-get?"
To be honest, he found that whenever she was upset, to be incredibly sexy.
So he nodded, if only to get her to keep this charade going. "I don't care, get out."
"You're...rude." She tried to climb off his lap to sit back on the bag chair, but his hands locked her hips in place. "I thought you wanted me to leave."
"I changed my mind."
She liked it when his hands were on her. They were soft, and strong, and smooth, and long, and thin, and pale…
"W-why am I in l-love with you?"
"Because."
He really didn't know why either.
He was a dick, a prick, arrogant, rude, a jerk, easily irritated, intelligent, attractive, good at everything he set his mind to, and so forth.
She was sweet, and kind, and cute, and slow, and shy, and bashful, and small, and witty, and everything he wasn't.
He didn't know why she stuck around so long.
He really didn't.
"I remember why," She mumbled.
"Mm," his nose was in the crook of her neck. "Why then,"
Taking advantage of the situation, her hands clasped over his that were still around her waist.
"B-because they're soft, and large, and strong, and pale, and smooth, and thin, and nice, and-"
He kissed her cheek. "You're so fucking weird."
"I l-love your hands."
"Get out." His hands squeezed her sides and he kissed her again.