[ There is not a lot that Parker gets addicted to. She has never been a person of vices, other than maybe adrenaline (and there is a big maybe there, as it is not a vice but an excuse to bury thoughts she does not want in her head). But if there is one thing she can't get enough of, one thing she will always indulge, it is definitely kissing Angel. The way she slips her fingers in her hair and parts her lips and kisses her so sweetly. It gets her soft and easy, more than she already is for Angel (only here, in their space). Follows her lead, parting her lips too, hot breath into her followed by her tongue, slow and with purpose.
It's hard to find something that feels as great as this - or if it is even possible to find it. All wrapped up in her, Parker is all hers and she isn't afraid of giving herself up for Angel (if it was a moderate thought, she should be terrified by how much she cares for her and how easily she could sacrifice everything for her, should she ask - anything, other than her mind). Parker should be wary of the power Angel actually has over her heart-- but she isn't because, even with all her walls and issues, she trusts her to not to break it too much.
She nuzzles into her, hand on her side petting up and down her curves, going redder every time she feels she needs to break apart for oxygen only to find that there is plenty between them and she doesn't want to let go of her lips. Eventually, her hand stops going up and down, only going up, up, up, setting on her breast. It's not even teasing for the sake of it, but simply enjoying a privilege granted to her. Squeezes, gentle, flicks her thumb gently in soft circles while her other hand scoots under Angel's, trapped arm between them but she doesn't care, because she wants to be so close it's impossible to move for.
Parker eventually does lean back, only for a second, dragging her teeth against Angel's lip. Then leans into her again, hard kiss, spurred on by the fingers tugging her hair that drives a hot shiver down her spine, weak for whatever Angel wants to give her. Parting her lips again, eyes closed and so into it she barely notices how she has her own thighs pressed to tightly together to try and subdue the soft pulsing in the pit of her belly. ]
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It's hard to find something that feels as great as this - or if it is even possible to find it. All wrapped up in her, Parker is all hers and she isn't afraid of giving herself up for Angel (if it was a moderate thought, she should be terrified by how much she cares for her and how easily she could sacrifice everything for her, should she ask - anything, other than her mind). Parker should be wary of the power Angel actually has over her heart-- but she isn't because, even with all her walls and issues, she trusts her to not to break it too much.
She nuzzles into her, hand on her side petting up and down her curves, going redder every time she feels she needs to break apart for oxygen only to find that there is plenty between them and she doesn't want to let go of her lips. Eventually, her hand stops going up and down, only going up, up, up, setting on her breast. It's not even teasing for the sake of it, but simply enjoying a privilege granted to her. Squeezes, gentle, flicks her thumb gently in soft circles while her other hand scoots under Angel's, trapped arm between them but she doesn't care, because she wants to be so close it's impossible to move for.
Parker eventually does lean back, only for a second, dragging her teeth against Angel's lip. Then leans into her again, hard kiss, spurred on by the fingers tugging her hair that drives a hot shiver down her spine, weak for whatever Angel wants to give her. Parting her lips again, eyes closed and so into it she barely notices how she has her own thighs pressed to tightly together to try and subdue the soft pulsing in the pit of her belly. ]