[ It is not easier at all with Angel wiggling like that on her lap. Parker doesn't care to manage to hide the shiver that shakes through her, sliding a hand back to her thigh, grasping there gently as Angel continues to grind against her. It shouldn't turn her on so much, but it does, and it makes her press hotter into the kiss, even if still slow, soft and a bit too much.
And it certainly doesn't help when Angel's hands go wandering. Parker whimpers a moan gently into her mouth, pushing her chest forward. Sensitive little thing, always has been. Slips her tongue in her mouth again, might as well be the best feeling in the world, as good as Angel's hands on her, as good as her taste still in her mouth.
And because Parker is Parker and Angel is there and it is so terrifyingly easy to comply to everything she asks her to, she pulls her hands off of her for a second when Angel leans back from the kiss to push her top off. Hair getting even more tussled from it, but she doesn't care to straighten it. Couple of marks left by Angel under the fabric, on pale skin, among recovering injuries, only natural from the things she gets up to. She leans back in, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her neck, and drags her hands to her belly. Slowly scratching there, only nails, feeling the still trembling muscles. Tilts her head down to watch, smiling a little, and then back up. ]
You're so pretty. [ She says, kind of distracted, looking into her eyes. Leans up to kiss her nose, mushy thing. ]
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And it certainly doesn't help when Angel's hands go wandering. Parker whimpers a moan gently into her mouth, pushing her chest forward. Sensitive little thing, always has been. Slips her tongue in her mouth again, might as well be the best feeling in the world, as good as Angel's hands on her, as good as her taste still in her mouth.
And because Parker is Parker and Angel is there and it is so terrifyingly easy to comply to everything she asks her to, she pulls her hands off of her for a second when Angel leans back from the kiss to push her top off. Hair getting even more tussled from it, but she doesn't care to straighten it. Couple of marks left by Angel under the fabric, on pale skin, among recovering injuries, only natural from the things she gets up to. She leans back in, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her neck, and drags her hands to her belly. Slowly scratching there, only nails, feeling the still trembling muscles. Tilts her head down to watch, smiling a little, and then back up. ]
You're so pretty. [ She says, kind of distracted, looking into her eyes. Leans up to kiss her nose, mushy thing. ]