[ It steals her breath in a trickle out of her lungs, she can see the suns that shone bright a brilliant above Parker, filtering light through her hair. Feels it bright in her eyes -- and maybe there is something poetic in that, in how she is now, that she is looking at this all with the sun in her eyes, but as long as Parker is kissing her she doesn't care. She is here, and Parker is here, and the sun is shining on them and she doesn't care about anything more than this right now.
Because this might be something she never dared to dream of but as Parker's kisses wonder across her skin, she arches for it, like she found so easy to do. Her fingers uncurling only to grip again, a little lower, sharp into her shoulders, holding her tightly to keep her there, kissing her, an echo of a word in her throat that is stillborn, formed and forgotten as she feels the brush of Parker's tongue in her mouth and rolls the line of her body in beckoning. Because she wants that pain, sweet as it is.
It's there, that she ought to press some sense into them. ( As much as the thought of letting Parker kissing her there is a vivid thought, as gritty and as detailed, of laying here, bared, in the sun like it's all theirs and everyone else could be damned - but she'd found out she had far less hang ups about that then Parker did ). Instead, she pulls away just barely, swallowing, lips reddened and wet and her eyes bright - ]
Find me somewhere where I can touch you?
[ Silly because, well she is, regardless, but she figures Parker can fill in the blanks. Because she wants to, oh she wants to, she adores her, it sings so brightly in her mind there's no mistaking that under current, she wants to pour over her, as if - as if she could make it all up, somehow, press quiet forgive me's into her dip of her ribs. Give her sharp, sharp memories, as real as her teeth dragging across her thighs. ]
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Because this might be something she never dared to dream of but as Parker's kisses wonder across her skin, she arches for it, like she found so easy to do. Her fingers uncurling only to grip again, a little lower, sharp into her shoulders, holding her tightly to keep her there, kissing her, an echo of a word in her throat that is stillborn, formed and forgotten as she feels the brush of Parker's tongue in her mouth and rolls the line of her body in beckoning. Because she wants that pain, sweet as it is.
It's there, that she ought to press some sense into them. ( As much as the thought of letting Parker kissing her there is a vivid thought, as gritty and as detailed, of laying here, bared, in the sun like it's all theirs and everyone else could be damned - but she'd found out she had far less hang ups about that then Parker did ). Instead, she pulls away just barely, swallowing, lips reddened and wet and her eyes bright - ]
Find me somewhere where I can touch you?
[ Silly because, well she is, regardless, but she figures Parker can fill in the blanks. Because she wants to, oh she wants to, she adores her, it sings so brightly in her mind there's no mistaking that under current, she wants to pour over her, as if - as if she could make it all up, somehow, press quiet forgive me's into her dip of her ribs. Give her sharp, sharp memories, as real as her teeth dragging across her thighs. ]