[ Unlike Angel, Parker doesn't have much finesse in her teasing; it is not something she ever managed. Not that she couldn't, considering her classic dance education, knows well how to move, but it wouldn't be quite the same. Too forced, most likely. It just is not her.
But she gives Angel what she wants anyway. Hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her pants, Parker pulls down her jeans, a little stuck around the legs, skinny shape, but she gets them off quickly enough, underwear and socks along with it. Knees bruised and scrapped, nothing new. No denying the effect Angel had on her, no hiding the breaking glistening wet between her legs. She crawls back on to the bed, laying on her side in front of Angel. She reaches for her, scooting closer, wrapping an arm around her middle. Noses her neck, pressing her face to it and for a moment, she just... appreciates everything then. The way it's a little too hot everytime she breathes out but she likes it. Her hand playing fingers against her back.
Because maybe there aren't that many chances of doing this. Of feeling so whole and warm and happy. And she knows that more and more, it is racing against time-- this has an end. She knows. She wants to pretend she doesn't, but she does, so she wants to memorize the feeling of it. The way she smells. The way her arms feel around Parker's shoulders or her fingers in her hair. And it hurts, burns bitter in her chest, that every passing second it's a second less that she will have this.
Parker leans her face up finally and kisses her cheek, sound little kiss, and lays her head down again against her. She wishes she could stand like this forever. Wants to tell her that. Tell her how much she needs her not to go, that she wants her there in the morning, that she likes her so much. But it would be selfish. And she could easily be. But all she has to offer is a soft sigh, nosing her way up until she's got her forehead against hers. ]
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But she gives Angel what she wants anyway. Hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her pants, Parker pulls down her jeans, a little stuck around the legs, skinny shape, but she gets them off quickly enough, underwear and socks along with it. Knees bruised and scrapped, nothing new. No denying the effect Angel had on her, no hiding the breaking glistening wet between her legs. She crawls back on to the bed, laying on her side in front of Angel. She reaches for her, scooting closer, wrapping an arm around her middle. Noses her neck, pressing her face to it and for a moment, she just... appreciates everything then. The way it's a little too hot everytime she breathes out but she likes it. Her hand playing fingers against her back.
Because maybe there aren't that many chances of doing this. Of feeling so whole and warm and happy. And she knows that more and more, it is racing against time-- this has an end. She knows. She wants to pretend she doesn't, but she does, so she wants to memorize the feeling of it. The way she smells. The way her arms feel around Parker's shoulders or her fingers in her hair. And it hurts, burns bitter in her chest, that every passing second it's a second less that she will have this.
Parker leans her face up finally and kisses her cheek, sound little kiss, and lays her head down again against her. She wishes she could stand like this forever. Wants to tell her that. Tell her how much she needs her not to go, that she wants her there in the morning, that she likes her so much. But it would be selfish. And she could easily be. But all she has to offer is a soft sigh, nosing her way up until she's got her forehead against hers. ]
Wanna give me a kiss?
[ The cutest little voice, the jerk. ]