Meet me under the mistletoe, darling.

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Who: Parker and Uhura
Where: Some random Barge place.
When: Today.
Warnings: Intense dislike and mistletoe shenanigans. Oh, and it's Parker.

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Parker hadn't even considered it fighting. She'd felt like she'd spoken to the woman maybe three or four times since she and Paddy had actually been doing what they were doing, and most of those at least one of them had been under some sort of influence of some kind, be it the fucking mistletoe, or the honesty flood or whatever the fuck else. She'd tried her god damn best to ignore every little thing the woman had done.

When Uhura said that Parker was being a bitch, she laughed. It was a little laugh and laden with sarcasm. "I'm not being a bitch, I am a bitch and Paddy likes me that way." There was a truth in it, and she knew it. And Parker didn't want to admit that if it had been anyone else, she probably wouldn't have considered shooting them. It was only Uhura who had this magical mystical power to get her haunches up like that. Parker hated it, but it was true. Anyone else and Parker probably would have found it amusing.

She hated that she perceived that Uhura had the power to fuck this up for her. "Leave you alone?" She began, and then the other woman reached out and grabbed her and kissed her, with anger in the kiss.

Parker was good at angry kissing; nearly most of her kisses in the past had started with angry ones. One hand cupped around Uhura's cheek, and the other one tangled in her hair as Parker angrily kissed her back.

[lt_n_uhura]

Uhura leaned back against the doorway, her hands still grabbing a fistful of Parker's shirt. She didn't know why she couldn't just pull away, but it was inevitable. She seemed to be stuck, just like that, kissing this woman she logically knew she shouldn't be. But the emotions of the past few days had been getting to her. And she was making this situation out to be a lot worse than it really was, simply because she was afraid.

And that fear had turned to anger that was directed right at Parker. So when she felt the hands in her hair, the woman wrapped her free arm around Parker's neck in an attempt to bring her closer. This seemed like the best outlet for whatever it was she was feeling. Anger. Hatred. Frustration. It didn't matter.

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When Uhura leaned back, Parker followed her eagerly, keeping her mouth locked to hers. She really shouldn't be kissing Uhura like this. It was a fucked up thing to be doing, especially considering that she had threatened to shoot Paddy if he'd ever done anything like that again. And now here she was involved in the same sort of kiss that tended to lead to things melting.

The kiss was flaming, that was certain. It was angry and punishing and when Uhura's arm wrapped around her neck, she pulled in closer, the height advantage clearly in her direction. After all, even without the heels, Parker stood at five ten, and today's shoes were three inch heels.

Teeth nipped at Uhura's lower lip, dragging along it as Parker breathed for a moment, and then leaned forward again.

[lt_n_uhura]

There was a distinct height advantage, though Uhura was shamelessly enjoying it. Without shoes, she was already a good three inches shorter than Parker. With the heels involved, well, that didn't make matters any better. It certainly wasn't the case with Harper, who wasn't tall...by any stretch of the imagination.

Good God, Harper. She could only imagine his face if he saw this. Of course, it wouldn't be a face of horror. Oh no. She was positive that he would enjoy such a thing. So there wasn't any guilt involved with it. Not yet, at least.

When Parker pulled away, Uhura sucked in a breath, anticipating the second kiss when it came. However, the compulsion in her was waning slightly, as was the anger. She was now starting to realize why Paddy stayed with her. The woman could kiss. But all things had to end and, with a force of will, she pulled away, turning her head to the side and shutting her eyes tightly.

"Parker..." Her hand fell from her shirt.

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A small, deep part of Parker, the one in the back of her mind thought about how fucking amused Paddy'd probably be to see this. Miss Parker had always been a jealous sort of person, the kind who hated sharing anything, and she hated that there was a part of him that she'd always need to share with the woman who hated her. She was also worried that a few well placed words from the woman, and the one person she'd loved since Tommy (who'd been the only other person actually able to melt her way into the Ice Queen's heart. Jarod was an entirely different kettle of fish.)

When Uhura pulled away and turned her head, Parker's fingers immediately untangled from the Lieutenant's hair, her fingers leaving with more care than one would expect from the woman who had threatened to shoot Uhura. With her breath feeling heavy in her chest, Parker took a step back from the woman, and then reached up and snatched the mistletoe from the door frame.

After discovering what happened when the sap from the plant leeched all over her fingers, Parker didn't make the same mistake and crush the damn thing like she wanted too. She did, however, drop it onto the floor with more force than was strictly necessary.

"How about this," she said, her tone still husky. "We stay the fuck away from each other. I don't hate you, you don't hate me and neither one of us wants to fucking hurt Paddy." That was one thing that Parker was certain of; no one wanted Paddy fucked with.

[lt_n_uhura]

As Parker attacked the mistletoe, Uhura reached up and ran her fingers through her hair, smoothing it out. There was no way that she was going to walk around looking like she had just...well, done what she did. The lieutenant was normally very well put together, but this had frazzled her almost to the point where she didn't care.

The deal that she proposed was a good one, at least. Uhura listened and then nodded, moving out of the door frame and bending down to pick up her laundry basket.

"No, we don't," she agreed. "And this isn't about us, anyway. This is about him." Taking a step back, she turned to head down the hallway. She really, really hated the Barge sometimes.