[ Parker really likes it when Angel looks nice for her. It is not like she doesn't look nice all the time, she does, too much, to the point where Parker barely catches herself gazing at Angel across the room with her chin on her hand, just watching carefully her delicate lines and pretty looks. But it's different, this, the way she wears certain things. Like the pretty wrapping of a gift (she wouldn't want to think of Angel that way, but sometimes, her more impulsive nature makes her do as such-- she is more, but in that moment, that is all she has the capacity to process. So she looks, looks and looks so very impressed and enchanted and kind of lost.
Then, pulls her eyes back up, to her, when she speaks and all those words she knows so well how to manipulate, words that make her weak and hot. Feels her throat dry. Licks her lips as she speaks, doesn't break eye contact once. Steps closer into her, likes the arms around her, likes to be close.
She has nothing to say, because she can't; there is nothing to say to that, after all.
Parker leans down to press a kiss to her lips, shuddering breath. ] You'll be the death of me one of these days. [ Still a whisper and in that moment, it is thoughtless, but the irony could cut through air if it had been intentional.
Kisses her again, harder this time, as her hands go to her thighs. Pulls her up, little prompt to get her to put them around her waist, to then carry them on to the bed. Kneels on it, before gently lowering them both on the mattress. Still kissing her as she does, laying between her legs slowly, keeping her thighs around her hips. Not much to it, other than a slow roll against Angel's. ]
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Then, pulls her eyes back up, to her, when she speaks and all those words she knows so well how to manipulate, words that make her weak and hot. Feels her throat dry. Licks her lips as she speaks, doesn't break eye contact once. Steps closer into her, likes the arms around her, likes to be close.
She has nothing to say, because she can't; there is nothing to say to that, after all.
Parker leans down to press a kiss to her lips, shuddering breath. ] You'll be the death of me one of these days. [ Still a whisper and in that moment, it is thoughtless, but the irony could cut through air if it had been intentional.
Kisses her again, harder this time, as her hands go to her thighs. Pulls her up, little prompt to get her to put them around her waist, to then carry them on to the bed. Kneels on it, before gently lowering them both on the mattress. Still kissing her as she does, laying between her legs slowly, keeping her thighs around her hips. Not much to it, other than a slow roll against Angel's. ]