[ She presses in close and there's a desperateness to it because - it is too much, she's too open, too exposed, pressing all the fragile bits of herself into Parker's hands. But she couldn't turn away from it, either. Her arms hooked over her shoulders, kissing her like she was barely hanging onto some thread of herself.
Because it's - wrong in some way, how good it feels, nothing so slight should be so much her undoing their closeness because as her fingers press, in, in, in and she goes so, so still at first to that feeling of having some part of Parker in her as their minds bleed into each other she can't help it, a jumble of thoughts that run into words that run into the way she blinks hazily at Parker and moans so soft to the curl of her fingers. Clutching at her, rocking back into her. She goes, she goes, she goes. Breathless and aching, she falls apart so easily against the slick feeling of being so utterly of a whole with her.
Collapses against her, forehead against her shoulders, body rolls back against her, slick coating over Parker's fingers that makes it smooth. A mindless drive, where it's not perfect or sweet, it feels merciless, and she can't manage a thought other than more as she ruts against the quick push-pull of her fingers in terrible little noises that are for Parker alone, no one else. Because it's so gloriously, horrifically real a thing, she finds, to lose herself this way. A tumble of Parker's name that is thought and word and a want of her, to never, never go. Wants her, so wrapped up in her. ]
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Because it's - wrong in some way, how good it feels, nothing so slight should be so much her undoing their closeness because as her fingers press, in, in, in and she goes so, so still at first to that feeling of having some part of Parker in her as their minds bleed into each other she can't help it, a jumble of thoughts that run into words that run into the way she blinks hazily at Parker and moans so soft to the curl of her fingers. Clutching at her, rocking back into her. She goes, she goes, she goes. Breathless and aching, she falls apart so easily against the slick feeling of being so utterly of a whole with her.
Collapses against her, forehead against her shoulders, body rolls back against her, slick coating over Parker's fingers that makes it smooth. A mindless drive, where it's not perfect or sweet, it feels merciless, and she can't manage a thought other than more as she ruts against the quick push-pull of her fingers in terrible little noises that are for Parker alone, no one else. Because it's so gloriously, horrifically real a thing, she finds, to lose herself this way. A tumble of Parker's name that is thought and word and a want of her, to never, never go. Wants her, so wrapped up in her. ]