Those hands. Gunn couldn’t stop watching them move when Angel talked. Expressive punctuation to whatever speech the vampire was giving. Sometimes he’d have to bite his tongue to break the stare.
They were the first thing he noticed about him. Besides the fact that this was a vampire unlike any other. He’d watched Angel draw one night. Those long, graceful fingers holding a simple pencil and creating beauty.
After the deal had gone down, Gunn found it. He hung it up in his closet. Dreams of those pale fingers on his dark skin … would keep him awake for hours.