[ She pushes up into it, as soon as Parker is reaching for her, she reaches back, hands slipping to her waist, fingers splaying wide against her hips. ]

Maybe. [ But then again, she's worse than not fair. She can be downright awful when she wants to be - not that anyone but Parker would know it. It's been years, and it's more honest these days, but she'd never stop being particular in how she presents herself. ] But I think it might be worse if I told you how much I wanted you to push me down on the meeting table.

[ That, she says, with her eyes flicking up, bright and teasing. Nails in the coffin. She would always be frail, she knows that now. She'd never be able to keep up to how, say, Parker or Steve threw themselves around, but she had her own way of winning when she wanted to. ]