[ Moments like this fill her up with such-- happiness that she feels she could explode. The sweetness of it, the languid touches, the soft kisses. It's enough to destroy her, really. To know that they have nothing but these moments. To know they will burn in the end.
But she doesn't think about that, closing her eyes at the kiss to her forehead instead, turning her nose to her hair when she kisses her neck. Parker leans down a little to press kisses to her chest, a smile on her face that not a lot see. All satisfaction and adoration, tilting her head to the hand in her head.
She finally gives in, recovered enough, laying down completely, all tucked in against Angel, nosing her shoulder (which she kisses and kisses and kisses), bringing her arm around her middle, settling a hand on her back. Drawing her fingers up and down her warm skin as she lays her head on the pillow to look at her. Nothing to say but so much she wants to. Looking at her in this awful mix of pain and devotion. Of knowing how she feels and knowing she can't feel like that. It's just a thing. Doesn't even have a name. A thing. She makes sure she buries it all down, that nothing can be picked up in the little cracks of her walls.
She leans over to kiss her again, pressing her words to her lips. ]
Wake me up in the morning? Before you go?
[ She doesn't want to wake up alone again. She'd rather see her leave than the absolute wrenched heart she gets when she wakes up to an empty bed. ]
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But she doesn't think about that, closing her eyes at the kiss to her forehead instead, turning her nose to her hair when she kisses her neck. Parker leans down a little to press kisses to her chest, a smile on her face that not a lot see. All satisfaction and adoration, tilting her head to the hand in her head.
She finally gives in, recovered enough, laying down completely, all tucked in against Angel, nosing her shoulder (which she kisses and kisses and kisses), bringing her arm around her middle, settling a hand on her back. Drawing her fingers up and down her warm skin as she lays her head on the pillow to look at her. Nothing to say but so much she wants to. Looking at her in this awful mix of pain and devotion. Of knowing how she feels and knowing she can't feel like that. It's just a thing. Doesn't even have a name. A thing. She makes sure she buries it all down, that nothing can be picked up in the little cracks of her walls.
She leans over to kiss her again, pressing her words to her lips. ]
Wake me up in the morning? Before you go?
[ She doesn't want to wake up alone again. She'd rather see her leave than the absolute wrenched heart she gets when she wakes up to an empty bed. ]