Damn. Damn she was touching him like he was real. Like he was real and there and that they were in the same place at the same time and on the same page. There was something almost mocking about how real that it felt, and Parker flexed her finger, the gesture searching and not angry anymore.
The finger became her palm pressed flat against his chest, just held there for a moment and she looked at it. She could feel his heartbeat, and the fabric of the shirt that he was wearing. This close to him she could smell him, really. Smell him and see him and touch him.
For a moment she stayed silent, and then she chuckled and it was dark, but there was humor in her tone. "I am gonna be so pissed off when I wake up."
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Date: 2011-07-09 02:54 am (UTC)The finger became her palm pressed flat against his chest, just held there for a moment and she looked at it. She could feel his heartbeat, and the fabric of the shirt that he was wearing. This close to him she could smell him, really. Smell him and see him and touch him.
For a moment she stayed silent, and then she chuckled and it was dark, but there was humor in her tone. "I am gonna be so pissed off when I wake up."