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a n g e l . ([personal profile] circumspector) wrote in [community profile] nonsuch 2016-10-27 02:14 am (UTC)

[ There are no clothes left on her by the time she walks into the bed, feeling it hit the back of her legs, shedding the last parts of it in a trail from the door to the bed in their small hotel room that is suitably tacky for people their age. White neutral walls, an abstract red painting of flowers and leaves that below says it's scenery from coastlines that a nearby discarded brochure says is a secret alcove for lovers like they are right now. Maybe later, she'll convince Parker to go there, later after that, she might convince Parker to kiss in some hidden stretch of sand - but for now, it's a maybe plan to the one she has finally in front of her.

She tumbles back onto the bed with a breathy laughter, hair tumbling free on the sheets. Breathing soft and high in her throat.

For once, though, there isn't something terrible coming out of her mouth. There's just an open gaze that is wholly appreciative, wanting and warm. If the way her teeth catch on her bottom lip and bites down is anything to go by. All open and easy to her as she draws her legs up, curling them together and under her, twisting herself about as her head turns. The slow easy movements of her body unimpeded, no need to pretend about what she wanted. Hell as it had been waking up in her odd bursts with Parker unashamedly pressed up against her, flushed as they could both get from shared heat, when Parker can't seem to look at her face but can't look away, either.
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