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ᴀᴅᴅɪsᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴋᴇʀ ([personal profile] unfavoured) wrote in [community profile] nonsuch 2016-07-10 12:18 pm (UTC)

[ It is easy to give herself up to her completely, to rock against Angel, to do what she's told when she's working her up like that. And all she wants to feel is her, it's her warmth, her fingers, her scent, all she wants is to be here and to not to pull away from this moment, and nothing else exists but them, but their shared space, and it's all theirs, only now, only then.

Parker leans back from her neck to press her forehead against hers, mouth parted, lips red, cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded and she can barely do anything but gasp, moving against her hand in her guidance. And it's too good, clenches, tightens, curls up inside her and she moans her name, because that's all the words she knows, Angel, Angel, Angel. It swims in her head, the pleasure, clouds everything, and she doesn't care for once if someone hears her, loud and so, so utterly belonging, head over heels.

Her fingers draw lines down her back, one hand sliding further out to hold on the sheets to try and not break any skin, knuckles turning white.

And the walls down, the inching in of her bliss, closer and closer and closer and it almost makes her feel sick. She whimpers, begs, rocking slowly against her rapidly moving fingers. Just about there, one more step.
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