[ There's a power she knows she has there - not just in her kindness, that Parker is just as empty as she, but that she can very much feel her eyes on her her when they aren't meeting her gaze at all. It was good -- she didn't mind. Her body was still something she was working out years later than most people did, glad to feel - appreciated. But appreciated felt mild, she knew, for the heat she found so often in her gaze, felt in her own too often.
Her hands sweep up her back, fingers splayed wide and she swells with a deep breath - it's so tempting to roll her back now in a curled tight impatience and greed. But she bites her lip, stills the want, and nods slowly. ]
Alright.
[ It's an agony, to peel her fingers away, to drop her hands onto the ground, but it's as much as she can do, trapped there under Parker. Her eyes looking up at her face, patiently waiting for her to move off of her. Not in any hurry, regardless. ]
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Her hands sweep up her back, fingers splayed wide and she swells with a deep breath - it's so tempting to roll her back now in a curled tight impatience and greed. But she bites her lip, stills the want, and nods slowly. ]
Alright.
[ It's an agony, to peel her fingers away, to drop her hands onto the ground, but it's as much as she can do, trapped there under Parker. Her eyes looking up at her face, patiently waiting for her to move off of her. Not in any hurry, regardless. ]