Sometimes, laying in hotel rooms or talking to her on the phone during her deepest sleep cycle, he'd think about how she tasted when he kissed her. Like bitter cigarettes and a sweet sort of something that he couldn't properly identify. If he wasn't so emotionally wrapped up in this ridiculous dream he was having, he might spend hours kissing her with the sole intent to figure out what that sweetness was.
He felt her hand to the back of his neck, and he slipped a hand around her waist, pulling her closer. This was the Miss Parker he didn't have where he was, now. This was the sort of moment they had here, on the Barge, not back home.
Even though he valued his freedom above almost all else, he had to admit that this was something he missed. He missed the Barge because he missed her, the way she'd become.
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Date: 2011-07-09 03:33 am (UTC)He felt her hand to the back of his neck, and he slipped a hand around her waist, pulling her closer. This was the Miss Parker he didn't have where he was, now. This was the sort of moment they had here, on the Barge, not back home.
Even though he valued his freedom above almost all else, he had to admit that this was something he missed. He missed the Barge because he missed her, the way she'd become.