[Everything they want to say and can't will instead have to spoken through their actions, in their caresses and kisses and the way they hold onto each other. And afterwards, they'll have to pretend that none of this had ever happened. Only when he's gone and after both Morrison and Reyes have interrogated her over it will Angela allow herself to give in to overwhelming sadness bearing down on both of them.
Her hands drag down his back as she commits the way he feels in her arms to memory, desperate to not forget any of this. The way he clears her desk is a bit surprising, but they don't have much time and taking him her to bed felt almost too intimate. A shiver follows in the wake of his hands, culminating in a soft groan when he takes her breasts into his hands. She lifts a hand to comb through dark hair when he moves down to her throat, a slight tilt of her head offering up more pale skin.]
Genji, ah- [Something in German spills from her lips when she feels his tongue against her skin. Maybe it's something she wouldn't dare to say in English, maybe it's nothing more than a few swears.
Heat radiates from where he touches her, from the marks he leaves on her throat, slowly washing over her in a way so painfully pleasurable, she feels like she could break down. How long they've both wanted this, only for it to never really happen.]
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Date: 2018-04-09 03:19 am (UTC)Her hands drag down his back as she commits the way he feels in her arms to memory, desperate to not forget any of this. The way he clears her desk is a bit surprising, but they don't have much time and taking him her to bed felt almost too intimate. A shiver follows in the wake of his hands, culminating in a soft groan when he takes her breasts into his hands. She lifts a hand to comb through dark hair when he moves down to her throat, a slight tilt of her head offering up more pale skin.]
Genji, ah- [Something in German spills from her lips when she feels his tongue against her skin. Maybe it's something she wouldn't dare to say in English, maybe it's nothing more than a few swears.
Heat radiates from where he touches her, from the marks he leaves on her throat, slowly washing over her in a way so painfully pleasurable, she feels like she could break down. How long they've both wanted this, only for it to never really happen.]