Parker clicked her tongue at him, and her fingers itched to move to the back of her suit jacket. She didn't want to count how many times she'd dreamed about him in the last couple of months. "I don't know, Jarod. You this close to me, I'm thinking that the nightmare has to belong to you. Dream come true for me."
With that, Parker took a step closer to him, her eyes moving over him. He seemed a hell of a lot more real than she wanted to admit, and a part of her was almost demanding that she reach out and touch him to see if he was real.
Then he grinned and she smirked in response, because that was the way the game was played when the two of them were in this close quarters. Old instincts melded with new ones, and her feet flexed in her heels for a moment. "I'm a little disappointed. Not even the deepest part of my sleep-cycle. You're slipping wonder-boy."
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Date: 2011-07-09 12:54 am (UTC)With that, Parker took a step closer to him, her eyes moving over him. He seemed a hell of a lot more real than she wanted to admit, and a part of her was almost demanding that she reach out and touch him to see if he was real.
Then he grinned and she smirked in response, because that was the way the game was played when the two of them were in this close quarters. Old instincts melded with new ones, and her feet flexed in her heels for a moment. "I'm a little disappointed. Not even the deepest part of my sleep-cycle. You're slipping wonder-boy."