[ The reaction Angel gets from Parler for her efforts is the one she most likely wants: Parker weak and easy for her, soft and light. That shield of hers set down for Angel and only Angel, laying there on her side with her cheeks and ears dark pink, hair all over the place, mouth parted in little moans and eyes closed. Bites the inside of her lip when Angel drags her finger so lightly and it should be near impossible to feel them, but she does, every bit of the gesture.
It is almost a chore for her to get her eyes open. She finally does, to look at her, so close (not enough). Slips her leg slowly over her hip, coaxed to get them apart. Breathes, shaky, and wraps both her arms around her shoulder, drawing odd patterns against her back and neck. Gets so hot when Angel starts talking and-- and yes, she is less open about everything, herself, but with Angel she isn't afraid of that leap. There is little defense against her words too, and Parker holds on tighter to her (because she needs her much more than Angel needs her, would never tell her that, but it is infinitely true). Breathless laugh between whimpers from her fingers, slick clinging to her, made worse by her fingers. ]
The thing is, [ She says, breathless and so, so utterly lost in her eyes. More to it thab just the lust of the moment. More to it than the beat of her heart. The ache in her chest. A lot morethat she can't say, that she won't, because it isn't fair, for either of them. ] I always want you.
[ She noses her, slow press of lips to hers. Shaking breath as she does because the fingers against her are so good, already, and they are barely there. Parker moans and whines for the loss of them, holding on to Angel hard. Looks at her again, all begging.
And she is hers, in that moment, all of herself belongs to Angel, willingly, giving, utterly. ]
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It is almost a chore for her to get her eyes open. She finally does, to look at her, so close (not enough). Slips her leg slowly over her hip, coaxed to get them apart. Breathes, shaky, and wraps both her arms around her shoulder, drawing odd patterns against her back and neck. Gets so hot when Angel starts talking and-- and yes, she is less open about everything, herself, but with Angel she isn't afraid of that leap. There is little defense against her words too, and Parker holds on tighter to her (because she needs her much more than Angel needs her, would never tell her that, but it is infinitely true). Breathless laugh between whimpers from her fingers, slick clinging to her, made worse by her fingers. ]
The thing is, [ She says, breathless and so, so utterly lost in her eyes. More to it thab just the lust of the moment. More to it than the beat of her heart. The ache in her chest. A lot morethat she can't say, that she won't, because it isn't fair, for either of them. ] I always want you.
[ She noses her, slow press of lips to hers. Shaking breath as she does because the fingers against her are so good, already, and they are barely there. Parker moans and whines for the loss of them, holding on to Angel hard. Looks at her again, all begging.
And she is hers, in that moment, all of herself belongs to Angel, willingly, giving, utterly. ]