[ She wants to burn every moment of it in to her soul, her memory. Wants to have scars that will never go from this. Because she knows, she knows this can't be only hers, only theirs. And she doesn't know if this will ever happen again, if Angel will allow-- if Parker is willing to put herself in harm's way. She doesn't care for her reputation, but she knows it exists and can't fully ignore it.
But most of those thoughts aren't in her mind at the moment. All that is is how soft her lips are, how amazing she tastes, what a good kisser she is. Her hand tugs her closer to her, and Parker bites on her lower lip gently for a second, before wrapping her lips around her, the hand on her neck lowering to her chest and-- and god, god, god. She's smitten and gone.
Parker sighs into the kiss when the lift stops. She leans back, all red, lips wet and bruised. and looks at Angel completely flushed. She leans in for another kiss, to her neck, to her cheek. Then peels herself off of her with a struggling urgency, taking her hand in hers again as she pulls her along the not-so-fancy corridors of the hotel. Thumb brushing over her knuckles as she does, wants to map every bone as well.
She fishes the key from her back pocket from her very short shorts, fumbles for a second, but once she gets the door open she tugs Angel in and closes the door shut, all in one smooth motion, hurrying up so she can go back to kissing her, like there is no tomorrow, like she will never be able to do it again. Urgent but sweet, hands on each side of her neck, thumbs smoothing along her jawline as she tilts her head and whispers her name, Angel, Angel, Angel. Like saying more, so much more. ]
We can stop if you want. [ She finally says urgently, not pulling away from the kisses, but opening her eyes to look at hers. ]
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But most of those thoughts aren't in her mind at the moment. All that is is how soft her lips are, how amazing she tastes, what a good kisser she is. Her hand tugs her closer to her, and Parker bites on her lower lip gently for a second, before wrapping her lips around her, the hand on her neck lowering to her chest and-- and god, god, god. She's smitten and gone.
Parker sighs into the kiss when the lift stops. She leans back, all red, lips wet and bruised. and looks at Angel completely flushed. She leans in for another kiss, to her neck, to her cheek. Then peels herself off of her with a struggling urgency, taking her hand in hers again as she pulls her along the not-so-fancy corridors of the hotel. Thumb brushing over her knuckles as she does, wants to map every bone as well.
She fishes the key from her back pocket from her very short shorts, fumbles for a second, but once she gets the door open she tugs Angel in and closes the door shut, all in one smooth motion, hurrying up so she can go back to kissing her, like there is no tomorrow, like she will never be able to do it again. Urgent but sweet, hands on each side of her neck, thumbs smoothing along her jawline as she tilts her head and whispers her name, Angel, Angel, Angel. Like saying more, so much more. ]
We can stop if you want. [ She finally says urgently, not pulling away from the kisses, but opening her eyes to look at hers. ]