[ It seems that Angel always knows what to say or what to do, what to push in to her soul (that Parker is still so careful about, keeps it closed even around Angel - even if she is much more open to her than anyone else). Fingers in her hair and Parker is all weak and soft and easy for her, always is, pulling her closer with the hand on her back. Doesn't break from her lips, because she can't, afraid she will stop breathing if she does. Shifts into her, her hand around her shoulder going further out to wrap her fingers around the railing - again trapping her without closing off all the exits, still gentle and soft, not pushing but taking what she gives her so freely. Because it makes it easier, makes it less painful, and she doesn't feel it rip apart from inside if Angel keeps holding her, her fingers in her hair feel better than almost anything, the way she holds her close like that.
Parker tilts her head almost obediently to Angel's, following her kisses and her lips and drowns in it. In her.
It is impossible for Parker not to follow her mouth when Angel pulls back to speak, too close to not to give in to that temptation. But she lets her speak when her first words are pressed into her lips, slowly opening her eyes up to her. And it makes her heart race a little faster and swell up and sometimes she wonders just exactly how much does Angel know how her words affect her (she is sure she does, she knows well how to use them, better than bullets), how her words can make her do anything she asked her. Her eyes linger on hers, before they skim over to her lips again, exhale, back up to her again. Curling hair sticking slightly everywhere at the back of her head because of Angel's hand and that is perfect.
Saying what she is saying... Parker looks almost taken aback by her own keen want over just the thought of it. ]
Oh, I-- Okay. [ But she doesn't move right away, cheeks now not just red from her tears but from a bursting heart and a warmth that is all too familiar, that Angel can easily bring forth with a touch, with a word. ] We can go back to the quarters?
[ She almost, almost would let her pull her into her right there and then. It crosses her mind. Would do it, if Angel told her to, because she can't deny her anything, but there is definitely part of her that feels... Shy about it, would rather have the privacy, always been like that. ]
It's not far.
[ She lowers her eyes down her neck, watching, lower, twist in her belly. ]
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[ It seems that Angel always knows what to say or what to do, what to push in to her soul (that Parker is still so careful about, keeps it closed even around Angel - even if she is much more open to her than anyone else). Fingers in her hair and Parker is all weak and soft and easy for her, always is, pulling her closer with the hand on her back. Doesn't break from her lips, because she can't, afraid she will stop breathing if she does. Shifts into her, her hand around her shoulder going further out to wrap her fingers around the railing - again trapping her without closing off all the exits, still gentle and soft, not pushing but taking what she gives her so freely. Because it makes it easier, makes it less painful, and she doesn't feel it rip apart from inside if Angel keeps holding her, her fingers in her hair feel better than almost anything, the way she holds her close like that.
Parker tilts her head almost obediently to Angel's, following her kisses and her lips and drowns in it. In her.
It is impossible for Parker not to follow her mouth when Angel pulls back to speak, too close to not to give in to that temptation. But she lets her speak when her first words are pressed into her lips, slowly opening her eyes up to her. And it makes her heart race a little faster and swell up and sometimes she wonders just exactly how much does Angel know how her words affect her (she is sure she does, she knows well how to use them, better than bullets), how her words can make her do anything she asked her. Her eyes linger on hers, before they skim over to her lips again, exhale, back up to her again. Curling hair sticking slightly everywhere at the back of her head because of Angel's hand and that is perfect.
Saying what she is saying... Parker looks almost taken aback by her own keen want over just the thought of it. ]
Oh, I-- Okay. [ But she doesn't move right away, cheeks now not just red from her tears but from a bursting heart and a warmth that is all too familiar, that Angel can easily bring forth with a touch, with a word. ] We can go back to the quarters?
[ She almost, almost would let her pull her into her right there and then. It crosses her mind. Would do it, if Angel told her to, because she can't deny her anything, but there is definitely part of her that feels... Shy about it, would rather have the privacy, always been like that. ]
It's not far.
[ She lowers her eyes down her neck, watching, lower, twist in her belly. ]