[ Her free hand moves up then, brushing against her jawline in an affectionate brush, splaying her fingers against her and dragging them down to her neck. ] I always want you too.

[ But unlike Parker she had never made a secret of it. She laid herself open and bare since the first, used her concern like a knife to cut this space for herself against Parker that wasn't fair but nothing was, not where she was concerned. Kisses her, a brush, and then again as she eases her fingers again, a little more this time, a little more space to move. Pressing in and in until she's knuckle deep and it's not a lot of movement, rather she curls her fingers up and in and moves in little quick deep jerks of her fingers and wrist into her. ] I think about you so often, of having you against me like this - even when you turn away from me.

[ Hurts sometimes, confuses her just as much when she's warm like this, but come leaving the small spaces, she acts cold, removed. Frustrates her more than she'd readily admit. ]