[ Her breath itches up, shaky, when Angel doesn't halt her fingers, holding n tighter to her, face buried against her neck, back slightly arched with her shoulders up. Makes little noises as she bites her lower lip, closing a thigh over her leg, reflexive jerk, shivering all the way down to the base of her spine.
Parker leans back slightly, to better fit against Angel, trying to take control of her quickening breath, but can only moan softly against her ear when Angel pull out of her-- but not away. Gets all red when she speaks, almost embarrassed for how her words have such a pull on herself. Doesn't mind the kiss because she has absolutely nothing to counter that, just pressing against the hand between her thighs and pulling her closer with her arms. Teeth scrapping at her bottom lip gently, tugging once before leaning away, for air.
Still shivering from Angel's finger. Tilts her head towards her, nosing her in a surprisingly tender way (or rather, not so surprising for Angel, always gentle and soft with her when they're just them). She brings up a hand to brush her hair out of her eyes, curling it behind her ear, thumb tracing around the rim of it, watching her with a hitched breath and half-lidded eyes. ]
And who's to blame for that?
[ She kisses her again, slipping her fingers against the back of her neck to keep her close, breaking it off only to kiss her again, continuously little kisses that are as sweet as they are quick. ]
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Parker leans back slightly, to better fit against Angel, trying to take control of her quickening breath, but can only moan softly against her ear when Angel pull out of her-- but not away. Gets all red when she speaks, almost embarrassed for how her words have such a pull on herself. Doesn't mind the kiss because she has absolutely nothing to counter that, just pressing against the hand between her thighs and pulling her closer with her arms. Teeth scrapping at her bottom lip gently, tugging once before leaning away, for air.
Still shivering from Angel's finger. Tilts her head towards her, nosing her in a surprisingly tender way (or rather, not so surprising for Angel, always gentle and soft with her when they're just them). She brings up a hand to brush her hair out of her eyes, curling it behind her ear, thumb tracing around the rim of it, watching her with a hitched breath and half-lidded eyes. ]
And who's to blame for that?
[ She kisses her again, slipping her fingers against the back of her neck to keep her close, breaking it off only to kiss her again, continuously little kisses that are as sweet as they are quick. ]