[ She lets her fall, lets her have the reprieve, casts an eye on her as if bored by it all -- in a way was, in a way it was easier to become this - what she had been. Watcher with nothing left in her. Empty, empty, empty, what was screaming to Pandora? She'd done nothing she hadn't watched a ten-year-old do before.
But then, and that's where she has to swallow, down, because she's heard her beg before - and it wasn't like this. It was Parker's mouth pressed into her neck, her voice thin with its breathlessness, like she felt so good it hurt her and Angel had been the one that had done to do it to her then, as well. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. She doesn't want to be parted from her, she never did.
Doesn't want to now, and she knew that was crueller than anything else she could do, but wasn't that the point? Stepping forward, her eyes down watching her as she came closer and the motion is smooth, graceful in the way that is siren - feet like they never touched the ground, stepping towards her and then sliding her legs either side of her on the chair to straddle her, settling herself down in her lap with a slow precision. Like she always was. A careful application of her softness. Giving over this part of her like she never had to anyone else.
Her fingers flattened to her chest, over her heart, feeling it beat off and too fast and she scrunched up the material in her hand, feeling it sizzle with the heat pouring off her skin. Burning it away so she could press her fingers direct to skin - but doesn't flood her with it this time. Just wants to get at skin, burning herself a hole in it, then tugging it down so she could lean forward.
Her heart, her heart, her heart, there, just beating under skin. She kisses, so soft, where she could see it thud - but not feel. ] I always used to feel your heart beat. No matter how you tried to push me out. [ Her lips move in slow enunciation. A tickle of breath. ] How could you take that away from me?
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But then, and that's where she has to swallow, down, because she's heard her beg before - and it wasn't like this. It was Parker's mouth pressed into her neck, her voice thin with its breathlessness, like she felt so good it hurt her and Angel had been the one that had done to do it to her then, as well. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. She doesn't want to be parted from her, she never did.
Doesn't want to now, and she knew that was crueller than anything else she could do, but wasn't that the point? Stepping forward, her eyes down watching her as she came closer and the motion is smooth, graceful in the way that is siren - feet like they never touched the ground, stepping towards her and then sliding her legs either side of her on the chair to straddle her, settling herself down in her lap with a slow precision. Like she always was. A careful application of her softness. Giving over this part of her like she never had to anyone else.
Her fingers flattened to her chest, over her heart, feeling it beat off and too fast and she scrunched up the material in her hand, feeling it sizzle with the heat pouring off her skin. Burning it away so she could press her fingers direct to skin - but doesn't flood her with it this time. Just wants to get at skin, burning herself a hole in it, then tugging it down so she could lean forward.
Her heart, her heart, her heart, there, just beating under skin. She kisses, so soft, where she could see it thud - but not feel. ] I always used to feel your heart beat. No matter how you tried to push me out. [ Her lips move in slow enunciation. A tickle of breath. ] How could you take that away from me?