[ The sound is soft, quiet, as Parker draws her fingers over where she's aching for her. Expected, quite probably, she has never hesitated in showing her appreciation, physical or vocal, is as much now. Setting her weight a little bit firmer. Not sure about holding herself, because she knows Parker was too right in her tease. She was too quick to go weak, soft and panting. No tolerance for this and she didn't want it, really, never wants to get sick of this.
Going at the gesture, her legs shifting and instead prompts her knee up at the edge of the bed, holding herself better. Rather she didn't quite lean completely on her if only so she can move more and have more space and -- there. Her head rolls back, gasping up and out in a too loud noise. Never, never wants to get sick of Parker's eloquence in this, and Angel would insist on it that one of them was clever with their words and it certainly wasn't her. Her hand drawing up her own side and then down again to rest on Parker's other shoulder in a quick gesture. Feeling her skin jump in response, the flutter of muscles under her skin in sharp coil in. Because normally it's -- quick, quick to be wrecked like technicals shattering into each other. Parker knew far too well what she was doing, more so than Angel did.
Or rather she still does, for Angel to think it was anything less than purposeful. This is - slow, drawn out, she can't open her eyes for it either, it's just almost - almost - almost. Does its effect all the same, as she takes a deep, shuddering breath in. A hum to follow it, all appreciation. Just extended there, at her mercy in this like nothing else. Fair was fair, she was all too aware of the power she had over Parker at times like this, to not be at the same sort of mercy. ]
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Going at the gesture, her legs shifting and instead prompts her knee up at the edge of the bed, holding herself better. Rather she didn't quite lean completely on her if only so she can move more and have more space and -- there. Her head rolls back, gasping up and out in a too loud noise. Never, never wants to get sick of Parker's eloquence in this, and Angel would insist on it that one of them was clever with their words and it certainly wasn't her. Her hand drawing up her own side and then down again to rest on Parker's other shoulder in a quick gesture. Feeling her skin jump in response, the flutter of muscles under her skin in sharp coil in. Because normally it's -- quick, quick to be wrecked like technicals shattering into each other. Parker knew far too well what she was doing, more so than Angel did.
Or rather she still does, for Angel to think it was anything less than purposeful. This is - slow, drawn out, she can't open her eyes for it either, it's just almost - almost - almost. Does its effect all the same, as she takes a deep, shuddering breath in. A hum to follow it, all appreciation. Just extended there, at her mercy in this like nothing else. Fair was fair, she was all too aware of the power she had over Parker at times like this, to not be at the same sort of mercy. ]