[ There is part of her, a big one, that keeps up the walls in her mind. But the smaller one, the one that so openly gives herself to Angel, the one that makes her wake up in the middle of the night to climb and curl up against Angel, the one that craves for her constant affection and looks for every opportunity to make her fingers run through her hair, that small part breaches it. Lets the push of Angel's mind in her and she almost regrets with the flood that comes in. Parker shudders, moaning softly, stilling her fingers for a moment.
And then she shifts. Nuzzles her face against her neck, lets her hold on tight. Slips her hand behind her back again, pushing her into her slightly in rhythm of her hips. Whispers, muffled against her skin and hair, like she doesn't want anyone else to listen, how good she feels, how she wants her like this forever. Whispers against her ear, little gentle and soft murmurs. Kisses her skin of her shoulder over and over and over and is too sweet for the way her fingers move so hard. Her thumb pressing into her, rolling where she is too sensitive to touch - doesn't make it hard, soft, different from her fingers curling inside of her, chasing the pulse and clench of her and pushing on it, slow and gentle and not too much there.
Parker tilts her face, nosing her chin. ] Don't hold in. [ Begging, begging her not to, begging her to let go. Parker kisses her again, hot and messy and barely a kiss as a proper one is, hot breath and shivers.
And she makes sure she does not hold, then, faster, but not rougher. But definitely intense. ]
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And then she shifts. Nuzzles her face against her neck, lets her hold on tight. Slips her hand behind her back again, pushing her into her slightly in rhythm of her hips. Whispers, muffled against her skin and hair, like she doesn't want anyone else to listen, how good she feels, how she wants her like this forever. Whispers against her ear, little gentle and soft murmurs. Kisses her skin of her shoulder over and over and over and is too sweet for the way her fingers move so hard. Her thumb pressing into her, rolling where she is too sensitive to touch - doesn't make it hard, soft, different from her fingers curling inside of her, chasing the pulse and clench of her and pushing on it, slow and gentle and not too much there.
Parker tilts her face, nosing her chin. ] Don't hold in. [ Begging, begging her not to, begging her to let go. Parker kisses her again, hot and messy and barely a kiss as a proper one is, hot breath and shivers.
And she makes sure she does not hold, then, faster, but not rougher. But definitely intense. ]