[ There's the curl of something so tight in her for the way she's watched. It makes her breath come short, it makes the heat pool so low in her. Pointedly so, she knows what it is now, and she wants her to touch her so much - such a need to have her hands all over her that she doesn't bother to hide it when Parker's mouth brushes against her skin and she whimpers low and sweet as her eyes tightly shut for one shuddering second where it is just too much. Letting her hands be guided, rolling herself closer easily.
Or at least mostly, Parker is so, so careful with her but right now - with so much between them, she doesn't care so much about careful and she just wants. Wants and wants and wants. Opens her eyes, flick of her tongue against her lips and words aren't quite what comes up then. Rather she guides in return, what Parker had asked for she's set on fulfilling.
Takes Parker's hand in return, setting it back to her hip, and pressing it flat as she guides down, down, down. Around the inside of her thigh and it couldn't be more pointed than that. It's more than that, because god she's -- aching for her. Shameless part of her lips that's an easy noise just for half the pressure she's craving. Just - just there. Voice is a creak of a thing, half as loud as the rustle of clothes as they dropped to the floor. ] I want you.
[ Pointed, the hand on her shoulder curls into her shoulder, nails biting in. Eyes looking down on her, still. ]
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Or at least mostly, Parker is so, so careful with her but right now - with so much between them, she doesn't care so much about careful and she just wants. Wants and wants and wants. Opens her eyes, flick of her tongue against her lips and words aren't quite what comes up then. Rather she guides in return, what Parker had asked for she's set on fulfilling.
Takes Parker's hand in return, setting it back to her hip, and pressing it flat as she guides down, down, down. Around the inside of her thigh and it couldn't be more pointed than that. It's more than that, because god she's -- aching for her. Shameless part of her lips that's an easy noise just for half the pressure she's craving. Just - just there. Voice is a creak of a thing, half as loud as the rustle of clothes as they dropped to the floor. ] I want you.
[ Pointed, the hand on her shoulder curls into her shoulder, nails biting in. Eyes looking down on her, still. ]