[ She might be impressed with the speed Angel's clothes are gone, helping along the way, if she wasn't so utterly distracted by her kisses. Parker keeps her close, almost making it harder to discard the dress as she pulls it down her body hurriedly, followed by her lacy bra (and again, she would probably appreciate it more if she wasn't so heated up, her fingers still warm from her, her heart beat skipping with each breathy kiss).
Parker makes a little high noise in the back of her throat in concern when she abruptly stops kissing as she falls back on the bed. She blinks, makes sure she's okay, before laughing breathlessly as well, all red, hair in disarray. She quickly pulls her button shirt off of her, not as smooth as Angel, getting caught in the wrists. It takes too long, they're too far apart, and Parker forgets the rest of her clothes quickly in place of crawling over to Angel.
It feels so safe in here, and Parker drinks it all in. Gently getting settled between her legs, one arm slipping under her back, the other hand coming up to push her hair behind her ear. She smiles at her and kisses her, softer than before. A sweet multitude of kisses, slow and gentle. Her hand on her back slipping around to drag a path that's teasing and languid again between her legs, because she doesn't want her to stop feeling good. Takes her time to let Angel know what she's doing, still pressing kisses to every patch of skin like she wants to cover her with kisses (she does, she does). Nosing the space between her breasts for a second, before kissing them, biting gently - so gently, before pressing her tongue, warm, wet, to her nipple, and, god, she can't believe she is doing this, it feels so right, it feels a thousand years almost too late.
Parker leans back to look at her as her hand settles between her legs again, trapped between the two of them. Gently, she curls her fingers into her again, slower now that they're not in a rush, prompting herself up slightly on her elbow to look at her face. Leans down to kiss her neck, and her cheek, and her lips, and everywhere she can, so soft and reverent.
She wants this to never end. ]
Do you like getting head?
[ She asks in a small voice over her gasps, a pressed question to her skin, and it's almost more a begging note than anything else, because, god, she wants to bury in to her warmth, as her fingers pull out slowly of her, and then back, excruciatingly slow. ]
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Parker makes a little high noise in the back of her throat in concern when she abruptly stops kissing as she falls back on the bed. She blinks, makes sure she's okay, before laughing breathlessly as well, all red, hair in disarray. She quickly pulls her button shirt off of her, not as smooth as Angel, getting caught in the wrists. It takes too long, they're too far apart, and Parker forgets the rest of her clothes quickly in place of crawling over to Angel.
It feels so safe in here, and Parker drinks it all in. Gently getting settled between her legs, one arm slipping under her back, the other hand coming up to push her hair behind her ear. She smiles at her and kisses her, softer than before. A sweet multitude of kisses, slow and gentle. Her hand on her back slipping around to drag a path that's teasing and languid again between her legs, because she doesn't want her to stop feeling good. Takes her time to let Angel know what she's doing, still pressing kisses to every patch of skin like she wants to cover her with kisses (she does, she does). Nosing the space between her breasts for a second, before kissing them, biting gently - so gently, before pressing her tongue, warm, wet, to her nipple, and, god, she can't believe she is doing this, it feels so right, it feels a thousand years almost too late.
Parker leans back to look at her as her hand settles between her legs again, trapped between the two of them. Gently, she curls her fingers into her again, slower now that they're not in a rush, prompting herself up slightly on her elbow to look at her face. Leans down to kiss her neck, and her cheek, and her lips, and everywhere she can, so soft and reverent.
She wants this to never end. ]
Do you like getting head?
[ She asks in a small voice over her gasps, a pressed question to her skin, and it's almost more a begging note than anything else, because, god, she wants to bury in to her warmth, as her fingers pull out slowly of her, and then back, excruciatingly slow. ]