[ With her forehead against the board, Parker tries to regain her breath again in deep, heavy pants, sucking in air, eyes closed, so, so red. She whimpers pathetically when Angel pulls her fingers out, bucking slightly at it, like any movement is too much. She makes only tiny noises then, leaning her hand down to brushes her hair back without really looking to what she's doing.
It takes her a while, but she finally moves. Not usually elegant like she is when she's hopping from roof to roof, but languid and heavy and almost clumsy with how loose limbed she feels. Climbing off and to the side, where she just kind of drops on the mattress belly down, scooting to her side. Pushes herself up on her elbows slightly to lean over Angel, brushing her nose with hers, red and sweaty and out of breath, shaking limbs still lingering with the after shock of mind-numbing bliss. Kisses her cheek and her chin all languid and tiredly, can barely keep her eyes open for it, still feeling so good. Her silent appreciation of her. Kisses her cheek over and over, a slow path to her lips. Light kisses to her mouth then, so sweet and completely innocent considering their past hours activity.
All that sweetness carrying the words she wants to say, suddenly, but is too scared to do it. ]
[ She lets Parker settle and takes the moment she rolls down beside her to wipe her fingers off in a hasty motion and wipe her mouth briefly in a way that's nothing but satisfied. To see her shake like that, so undone like that.
Props herself up on her side as she moves in close, chasing the kiss with one of her own to her forehead, her neck. Because there aren't words - in the morning, they both know, she'll be done. In the morning she'll be fighting to do as the hive wants her to do, and as she is happy to. They'll never see eye to eye over it, but she is glad for what she's given, that she can feel exactly how good Parker feels in return with just this closeness. A hum that tingles all the way down as she leans across to card Parker's hair away from her flushed face.
Draping herself across her comfortably, this is the easiest thing in the world. This feels right, happy, whole. She has this other piece of her tucked in comfortably. ]
[ 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. ]
[ It's an easy consideration, she knows it's not - fair, to either of them. That she does go so often without saying anything - but it's almost as bad as saying goodbye, she knows. But it is what it is, she wouldn't stop, and neither would Parker.
But in her own small way, that she could never, never admit, she indulges Parker in ways she doesn't others. ]
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It takes her a while, but she finally moves. Not usually elegant like she is when she's hopping from roof to roof, but languid and heavy and almost clumsy with how loose limbed she feels. Climbing off and to the side, where she just kind of drops on the mattress belly down, scooting to her side. Pushes herself up on her elbows slightly to lean over Angel, brushing her nose with hers, red and sweaty and out of breath, shaking limbs still lingering with the after shock of mind-numbing bliss. Kisses her cheek and her chin all languid and tiredly, can barely keep her eyes open for it, still feeling so good. Her silent appreciation of her. Kisses her cheek over and over, a slow path to her lips. Light kisses to her mouth then, so sweet and completely innocent considering their past hours activity.
All that sweetness carrying the words she wants to say, suddenly, but is too scared to do it. ]
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Props herself up on her side as she moves in close, chasing the kiss with one of her own to her forehead, her neck. Because there aren't words - in the morning, they both know, she'll be done. In the morning she'll be fighting to do as the hive wants her to do, and as she is happy to. They'll never see eye to eye over it, but she is glad for what she's given, that she can feel exactly how good Parker feels in return with just this closeness. A hum that tingles all the way down as she leans across to card Parker's hair away from her flushed face.
Draping herself across her comfortably, this is the easiest thing in the world. This feels right, happy, whole. She has this other piece of her tucked in comfortably. ]
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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. ]
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But in her own small way, that she could never, never admit, she indulges Parker in ways she doesn't others. ]
Okay. First thing, I promise.