[ Hand trapped as it is when Parker closes her legs in the snap reaction and Angel laughs into her hair, the curve of her smile tucked away at least for Parker's dignity.
Doesn't make her merciful though. No where else to go with her hand so she slides her fingers coaxing her to part her legs again, the ease of her fingertips against her clit. Unerring little bit of pressure and she pulls back to watch her in the small space. ]
No. [ Feels her fingers getting slick, makes the movements just that much easier, coating them particularly for it. She likes making her a mess. The heat and the stickiness and the thick heady scent of it all. ] I just like how you sound when you can't help yourself.
[ A tease then, the press of a fingertip against where she's more than ready for it, almost - almost - but then stops, withdraws, stills her fingers almost down to nothing and she's breathing short - not so unaffected. Parker is... less adventurous than she is, she knows. Knows that it's a process of guiding and convincing that it'll be good. Couldn't exhausted as utterly as she got so often ( not that she complained, when they had nothing to do but lay there in bed and Parker's head was between her thighs, laying there gasping out her name unashamed of herself ) but less that and more - getting her to the point that Angel so often is when it comes to Parker, beyond caring who bothered them or interrupted them. ] When you want me so badly.
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Doesn't make her merciful though. No where else to go with her hand so she slides her fingers coaxing her to part her legs again, the ease of her fingertips against her clit. Unerring little bit of pressure and she pulls back to watch her in the small space. ]
No. [ Feels her fingers getting slick, makes the movements just that much easier, coating them particularly for it. She likes making her a mess. The heat and the stickiness and the thick heady scent of it all. ] I just like how you sound when you can't help yourself.
[ A tease then, the press of a fingertip against where she's more than ready for it, almost - almost - but then stops, withdraws, stills her fingers almost down to nothing and she's breathing short - not so unaffected. Parker is... less adventurous than she is, she knows. Knows that it's a process of guiding and convincing that it'll be good. Couldn't exhausted as utterly as she got so often ( not that she complained, when they had nothing to do but lay there in bed and Parker's head was between her thighs, laying there gasping out her name unashamed of herself ) but less that and more - getting her to the point that Angel so often is when it comes to Parker, beyond caring who bothered them or interrupted them. ] When you want me so badly.