[ It takes her a lot to let go of her meticulous and constant control. She is absolute it in at the best of time, a lifetime of it that makes it more second nature than most things she did. Her own barriers to keep everyone else around her in one piece.
And it took Parker no time at all to tear them up. Even before she'd kissed, no one made her quite as brash, quite as frustrated. Now, no one quite undid her the same, no one asked to let so much of herself go and the worst part - the hard part - the part that is so difficult to swallow is that she does it.
Because she knows what she is without her control, destructive - but this is a different kind of burning. Nerves all searing, light bright under her skin and the drag of her nails across Parker's shoulders over again is nothing but vicious when she feels her press knuckle deep into her and her teeth scrape across her lip, tasting herself on the inside of her mouth as her tongue flicks and she doesn't have to think, doesn't have to process a hundred things like she normally does, her constant process of making up for and restraining herself. Doesn't have to do a damn thing, not with the hand on her back guiding her, and not with her mouth a safe anchoring thing.
So she doesn't, doesn't bother to hang onto her control, loses herself mindlessly to it. Doesn't think about anything else but the coiling heat that builds so quick she's shaking all over again, worse now, because there hadn't been a crash, barely had the time to get her breath back or to form words. But she doesn't have to hold herself now, so there's nothing to stop how she sinks back against the pressures, the arch up for her breasts into Parker as she curves.
Then it's everything, it's everything that matters, it's mindless, and Parker has perfect, perfect fingers, and that shape of her mouth is perfect and she feels nothing, is nothing, but the grind of it all. Head turning to press the pitched sob of a sound that if she were slightly even aware, she'd might try to quiet it, but she doesn't even care as it is. Artless, desperate sounds she makes into her mouth in barely a kiss. More just pressing as close to her as she can and it's - perfect - perfect - perfect.
-- and she's gone, pressing her face into Parker's neck. Going so completely still, snapped taut along every line. Gripping onto her so desperately. Burning, burning, burning. ]
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And it took Parker no time at all to tear them up. Even before she'd kissed, no one made her quite as brash, quite as frustrated. Now, no one quite undid her the same, no one asked to let so much of herself go and the worst part - the hard part - the part that is so difficult to swallow is that she does it.
Because she knows what she is without her control, destructive - but this is a different kind of burning. Nerves all searing, light bright under her skin and the drag of her nails across Parker's shoulders over again is nothing but vicious when she feels her press knuckle deep into her and her teeth scrape across her lip, tasting herself on the inside of her mouth as her tongue flicks and she doesn't have to think, doesn't have to process a hundred things like she normally does, her constant process of making up for and restraining herself. Doesn't have to do a damn thing, not with the hand on her back guiding her, and not with her mouth a safe anchoring thing.
So she doesn't, doesn't bother to hang onto her control, loses herself mindlessly to it. Doesn't think about anything else but the coiling heat that builds so quick she's shaking all over again, worse now, because there hadn't been a crash, barely had the time to get her breath back or to form words. But she doesn't have to hold herself now, so there's nothing to stop how she sinks back against the pressures, the arch up for her breasts into Parker as she curves.
Then it's everything, it's everything that matters, it's mindless, and Parker has perfect, perfect fingers, and that shape of her mouth is perfect and she feels nothing, is nothing, but the grind of it all. Head turning to press the pitched sob of a sound that if she were slightly even aware, she'd might try to quiet it, but she doesn't even care as it is. Artless, desperate sounds she makes into her mouth in barely a kiss. More just pressing as close to her as she can and it's - perfect - perfect - perfect.
-- and she's gone, pressing her face into Parker's neck. Going so completely still, snapped taut along every line. Gripping onto her so desperately. Burning, burning, burning. ]