Our. Us. I suppose... I'll need to get use to that...
[ There's no advantage she has had. Despite being the one to lead care on him for short amount of time she had – she's no step closer to figuring him out or noting differences, as subtle as they were, in either Eddie or Venom. This... was the first step to. To give in, to accept what is. That their bond was something more than science and more than DNA altering. It tethers them and keeps two boats from going adrift in a sea of chaos. No matter the storm that batters them, they are safe – they are connected.
Angela was adapting, slowly but surely. As she feels the different texture of the symbiote, welcomes the touches in return with a relieving sigh... There was give and take right then – as much as they had felt like two (technically three) entities, what they feel now was more than themselves. One day she'll be use to the feeling – could pinpoint and understand differences in the way the symbiote pushes Eddie... or when Eddie pushes her. There's a different gentleness that feels familiar when Eddie is the face she looks at, the one who's lips take hers when she looks up to him with a pleading gaze. Her fingers dive against his neck, pushing to hook against where his shoulder connects, even if it was a reach. There's a curiosity there – where her fingers test the difference between man and 'beast'. Back and forth, her fingers sculpt and squeeze down against the curve of his neck, leaning into him as they gravitate into something more familiar. Intimate. Clear.
It was acceptance she gives him, returning the proactiveness, the daring state of crossing a line between two beings. When he calls her Doctor, part of her knows they shouldn't – but that warmth... it's calling to her in ways that make her want to keep going. She moves, albeit guiding him until he was pinned halfway against the bed's edge. ]
Either is fine.
[ Angela wasn't thinking this was the solution days ago, that any failures in her or his testing were indicative of something missing. Maybe, she thought, what happened to them was trauma. Was a reaction to the stressors of Talon, Juggernaut and Overwatch as well. Now, she knows what is missing. Having part of your mind, heart, and soul missing without even knowing it was gone.
When he offers a kiss so fleeting, she closes the distance with her own showcase. Where her body finds a home against him, standing on tip-toes to take his face into both of her hands and give in. Her kiss was aggressive at first, desperate if he can pin-point. ]
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[ There's no advantage she has had. Despite being the one to lead care on him for short amount of time she had – she's no step closer to figuring him out or noting differences, as subtle as they were, in either Eddie or Venom. This... was the first step to. To give in, to accept what is. That their bond was something more than science and more than DNA altering. It tethers them and keeps two boats from going adrift in a sea of chaos. No matter the storm that batters them, they are safe – they are connected.
Angela was adapting, slowly but surely. As she feels the different texture of the symbiote, welcomes the touches in return with a relieving sigh... There was give and take right then – as much as they had felt like two (technically three) entities, what they feel now was more than themselves. One day she'll be use to the feeling – could pinpoint and understand differences in the way the symbiote pushes Eddie... or when Eddie pushes her. There's a different gentleness that feels familiar when Eddie is the face she looks at, the one who's lips take hers when she looks up to him with a pleading gaze. Her fingers dive against his neck, pushing to hook against where his shoulder connects, even if it was a reach. There's a curiosity there – where her fingers test the difference between man and 'beast'. Back and forth, her fingers sculpt and squeeze down against the curve of his neck, leaning into him as they gravitate into something more familiar. Intimate. Clear.
It was acceptance she gives him, returning the proactiveness, the daring state of crossing a line between two beings. When he calls her Doctor, part of her knows they shouldn't – but that warmth... it's calling to her in ways that make her want to keep going. She moves, albeit guiding him until he was pinned halfway against the bed's edge. ]
Either is fine.
[ Angela wasn't thinking this was the solution days ago, that any failures in her or his testing were indicative of something missing. Maybe, she thought, what happened to them was trauma. Was a reaction to the stressors of Talon, Juggernaut and Overwatch as well. Now, she knows what is missing. Having part of your mind, heart, and soul missing without even knowing it was gone.
When he offers a kiss so fleeting, she closes the distance with her own showcase. Where her body finds a home against him, standing on tip-toes to take his face into both of her hands and give in. Her kiss was aggressive at first, desperate if he can pin-point. ]