[ The fact that Angel isn't on him any more doesn't make any real difference to clear his mind. Still soaring high, cloudy thoughts, a heartbeat that's a little too fast. Parker gasps as she rolls against him, gripping at her skin by instinct, leaving red and pink under his fingers. Slowly, though, it does calm down a little, but not nearly enough to be unaffected by her. He can't help the way he thrusts his hips up slightly as if trying to get back in her, though not forceful but rather in an instinctive, thoughtless way.
That's the way she is and Parker never once rejected that. The only rejection he gives is to the Nest, to become entwined in ways that aren't natural, in ways that are invasive. The only time he says no. Everything else is hard to deny her. ]
And who's to blame for that? [ He says with a cheeky smile.
Breathing hard, Parker travels his hands to her ass and pulls her closer as she bends closer to kiss him. He leans up as she does, meeting her lips with that sweetness that only Angel gets to have. Because that part of him is hers and no-one else's. Even when she doesn't believe him that he does, with all his heart. More than she would allow him, surely. Because the word that keeps trying to leave his lips but never does always hangs on his every word, every touch, every look.
Parker tilts his head to all those little kisses, melting under them, even if it's such a difference from the slightly unhinged way they had been going at each other moments ago. But then she leans away and he's left confused but quickly understands as she speaks. Which makes a sting shoot from his groin up his chest and spread through his body, his hands lowering from behind her to her stomach, holding her hips and squeezing slightly. It's hard to stop touching her. ]
Okay.
[ He says in a tiny voice, though he kind of wants to lean up and kiss her again. He could kiss her for days, he thinks. Still, he does as told, dropping his warm hands from her skin to roll on his stomach, the friction of the fabric against his erection making him wince slightly from how sensitive he is. He leans up slightly on his elbows, looking over his shoulder to her with a slightly raised eyebrow. Come on, he did his part. He ought to get a kiss or two, no? ]
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That's the way she is and Parker never once rejected that. The only rejection he gives is to the Nest, to become entwined in ways that aren't natural, in ways that are invasive. The only time he says no. Everything else is hard to deny her. ]
And who's to blame for that? [ He says with a cheeky smile.
Breathing hard, Parker travels his hands to her ass and pulls her closer as she bends closer to kiss him. He leans up as she does, meeting her lips with that sweetness that only Angel gets to have. Because that part of him is hers and no-one else's. Even when she doesn't believe him that he does, with all his heart. More than she would allow him, surely. Because the word that keeps trying to leave his lips but never does always hangs on his every word, every touch, every look.
Parker tilts his head to all those little kisses, melting under them, even if it's such a difference from the slightly unhinged way they had been going at each other moments ago. But then she leans away and he's left confused but quickly understands as she speaks. Which makes a sting shoot from his groin up his chest and spread through his body, his hands lowering from behind her to her stomach, holding her hips and squeezing slightly. It's hard to stop touching her. ]
Okay.
[ He says in a tiny voice, though he kind of wants to lean up and kiss her again. He could kiss her for days, he thinks. Still, he does as told, dropping his warm hands from her skin to roll on his stomach, the friction of the fabric against his erection making him wince slightly from how sensitive he is. He leans up slightly on his elbows, looking over his shoulder to her with a slightly raised eyebrow. Come on, he did his part. He ought to get a kiss or two, no? ]