[ If Parker gave thought to it, she would be bothered to know how much power and control Angel actually had over her with only words and looks and touches, at how far her loyalty to her goes (beyond what she would be comfortable with). But as it is, she does not, instead focusing only on her, in the moment.
She keeps pushing back, until they are close enough to the bed they have been sharing in half secret for as long as they have been on this planet. It is then she stops, looking at her eyes, still not kissing but far too close for them to not to. Still, she holds her ground. ]
I'll let you be the judge of that.
[ And then she finally gives in, because she always gives in faster than Angel does, tilting her head to press a kiss to her lips-- not too much, just enough, parting her lips around hers but as an invitation rather than making herself a guest. ]
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She keeps pushing back, until they are close enough to the bed they have been sharing in half secret for as long as they have been on this planet. It is then she stops, looking at her eyes, still not kissing but far too close for them to not to. Still, she holds her ground. ]
I'll let you be the judge of that.
[ And then she finally gives in, because she always gives in faster than Angel does, tilting her head to press a kiss to her lips-- not too much, just enough, parting her lips around hers but as an invitation rather than making herself a guest. ]