[ Angel does not answer her with words, but she feels like she does not need her to do it with words when it is so clearly written in the way she holds her close, that she kisses her so sweet. She shifts from her position, half laying on the floor, to press closer as Angel leans in to her. Shifts her hand down her neck and slips arm over her shoulder; all wrapped around her like that.
She tries not to be, well, too much, but how could she not? Parker breathes softly into the kiss before pulling back just a fraction. Hovers over her mouth like that, looking up to her eyes. She has no idea why it affects her so, the way Angel is, the way she feels, the way she cares for her. Sweet and unashamedly so. Parker kisses her cheek once, lingering. Wants to tell her she is sorry and won't stop feeling like that for a long time and eventually will have to come to terms that it is a weight she is going to carry all her life (doesn't have to, could easily fall in to the hive and would accepted in a warm embrace, but it doesn't work like that for her, would not allow herself to lose agency, to lose her memories and her fight). Buries her face in her neck and breathes shakily, before pressing small kisses to her skin and for a moment that is all she wants, to adore her with her lips. Not the best place or position for it, but they are there and the moment is there and it is impossible not to hurt with it.
Parker leans back up to her lips and parts them around Angel's, not too intense about it but definitely wanting. And it lasts, lasts for a long time, as long as Angel will let her kiss her and slip her tongue in to her mouth. Not the kind of rush that comes with hot heartbeats, but a languidness that comes with longing. They should move, they should, but, ah, she is too warm and too comfortable in Angel's arms, safe and wanted and existing. ]
no subject
She tries not to be, well, too much, but how could she not? Parker breathes softly into the kiss before pulling back just a fraction. Hovers over her mouth like that, looking up to her eyes. She has no idea why it affects her so, the way Angel is, the way she feels, the way she cares for her. Sweet and unashamedly so. Parker kisses her cheek once, lingering. Wants to tell her she is sorry and won't stop feeling like that for a long time and eventually will have to come to terms that it is a weight she is going to carry all her life (doesn't have to, could easily fall in to the hive and would accepted in a warm embrace, but it doesn't work like that for her, would not allow herself to lose agency, to lose her memories and her fight). Buries her face in her neck and breathes shakily, before pressing small kisses to her skin and for a moment that is all she wants, to adore her with her lips. Not the best place or position for it, but they are there and the moment is there and it is impossible not to hurt with it.
Parker leans back up to her lips and parts them around Angel's, not too intense about it but definitely wanting. And it lasts, lasts for a long time, as long as Angel will let her kiss her and slip her tongue in to her mouth. Not the kind of rush that comes with hot heartbeats, but a languidness that comes with longing. They should move, they should, but, ah, she is too warm and too comfortable in Angel's arms, safe and wanted and existing. ]