He pushed out a breath, and his fingers stopped their movement.

His fingers stopped, returned to the bit he had just examined.

When he realized what he'd said, his fingers stopped moving.

Ten minutes later her fingers finally started to slow down, and then stopped.

She was about to erase the message, but her finger stopped.

His fingers stopped and pressed; then moved to the left.

Her fingers stopped when she saw the rage growing in his face.

But still his fingers did not stop moving over the harp.

Her finger came up and stopped the flow of his words.

She reached out, but her fingers stopped short of touching him.