[ It is such a pleasant notion, the way Angel can pluck Parker out of her misery and bring her in a much more comforting light, warm and kind and sweet and all those things Parker finds herself in constant need of. It is a small pause in the ache and guilt constantly pounding in her chest.
As her head tilts in to the kiss, Parker brushes her hand lower, behind Angel, until her fingers settle gentle but greedy, just above the crease of where her thigh meets her rear. Tugs her closer like that as she pushes into her, doesn't need that much encouragement in that sense, as she is already close enough. Might not be possible to get closer, but she is sure both of them are going to try anyway. Eyes closed in pure bliss of the moment, slipping her tongue slow and hot in to her mouth, hungry for it but paced.
Her hand trails low, down her neck to the center of her chest, not once breaking the kiss nor having to look to what she is doing. Fingers already practiced in this as she begin to unbutton Angel's shirt, but distracted by her lips and her scent and her warmth anyway, so it is slow and almost clumsy the way she does it, following her lips, breathing a little more hitched as one kiss breaks into another, and another, and it is an infinite loop of sweetness that Parker drinks in, drowns in, needs so much of.
She was not lying, when she had broken down. Begged her to stay because she needed her and that much was true. Needed her, because she was the only thing she had to push back her loneliness and her ache, even if she was the worst thing she had to make her guilt rip through her when she is quiet and lays awake at night. But not there, not now, where Parker makes a small, keen noise into her mouth, shuddering into Angel. ]
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As her head tilts in to the kiss, Parker brushes her hand lower, behind Angel, until her fingers settle gentle but greedy, just above the crease of where her thigh meets her rear. Tugs her closer like that as she pushes into her, doesn't need that much encouragement in that sense, as she is already close enough. Might not be possible to get closer, but she is sure both of them are going to try anyway. Eyes closed in pure bliss of the moment, slipping her tongue slow and hot in to her mouth, hungry for it but paced.
Her hand trails low, down her neck to the center of her chest, not once breaking the kiss nor having to look to what she is doing. Fingers already practiced in this as she begin to unbutton Angel's shirt, but distracted by her lips and her scent and her warmth anyway, so it is slow and almost clumsy the way she does it, following her lips, breathing a little more hitched as one kiss breaks into another, and another, and it is an infinite loop of sweetness that Parker drinks in, drowns in, needs so much of.
She was not lying, when she had broken down. Begged her to stay because she needed her and that much was true. Needed her, because she was the only thing she had to push back her loneliness and her ache, even if she was the worst thing she had to make her guilt rip through her when she is quiet and lays awake at night. But not there, not now, where Parker makes a small, keen noise into her mouth, shuddering into Angel. ]