[It hits her hard, the kiss and the heat and the rocking of their hips melting into an intense, white-hot feeling of ecstasy that'd have her screaming if it weren't for Genji's unwillingness to break the kiss. Her fingernails scrape down his back as she feels her sex clench around him one last, incredibly intense time, committing the feel and taste of him to memory before everything disappears into a white hot intensity.
She's practically limp in his arms, her hands fumbling around his neck so she can will herself to keep her head lifted, blindly nuzzling and pressing weak kisses to his face. Her legs nearly buckle beneath her when her feet touch solid ground, but Genji and the water keep her lifted. She leans into his embrace, focusing on the quiet sound of their breathing as she slowly feels lucidity beginning to creep back into her.
There's a tender look on her face as she watches him, some sweet nothing on the tip of her tongue before he speaks, cutting off her train of thought.
It's impossible to hide the hurt and confused look that crosses her face, even more so to come up with a coherent response.]
You do. [It's not a question- despite what she feels, Angela knows that it's only been a few weeks since their reunion. There were things about Genji she didn't know, and might not know for some time, and she knew she had to accept that, despite the way her stomach twisted when she thought of him leaving.
A quiet realization dawns on her as she thinks about it, accompanied by a sudden feeling of guilt. How could she have let the dates slip by her? She clings to him out of reflex, dozens of different responses clambering up the back of her throat, but she swallows them down, taking his face in her hands.]
Be careful, mein Liebling. [There's still a sadness to her gaze, but there's an understanding there now, too. An unspoken assurance that he didn't need to explain anything to her, reflected further in the way she pulls him in to another kiss.]
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Date: 2018-03-25 01:53 am (UTC)She's practically limp in his arms, her hands fumbling around his neck so she can will herself to keep her head lifted, blindly nuzzling and pressing weak kisses to his face. Her legs nearly buckle beneath her when her feet touch solid ground, but Genji and the water keep her lifted. She leans into his embrace, focusing on the quiet sound of their breathing as she slowly feels lucidity beginning to creep back into her.
There's a tender look on her face as she watches him, some sweet nothing on the tip of her tongue before he speaks, cutting off her train of thought.
It's impossible to hide the hurt and confused look that crosses her face, even more so to come up with a coherent response.]
You do. [It's not a question- despite what she feels, Angela knows that it's only been a few weeks since their reunion. There were things about Genji she didn't know, and might not know for some time, and she knew she had to accept that, despite the way her stomach twisted when she thought of him leaving.
A quiet realization dawns on her as she thinks about it, accompanied by a sudden feeling of guilt. How could she have let the dates slip by her? She clings to him out of reflex, dozens of different responses clambering up the back of her throat, but she swallows them down, taking his face in her hands.]
Be careful, mein Liebling. [There's still a sadness to her gaze, but there's an understanding there now, too. An unspoken assurance that he didn't need to explain anything to her, reflected further in the way she pulls him in to another kiss.]