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a n g e l . ([personal profile] circumspector) wrote in [community profile] nonsuch 2016-07-25 12:39 am (UTC)

[ She gives into her for only a moment, can be kind when she wants to, leaning forward over her - tempting almost to lay on her like that, some kind of mockery of how all too often she finds Parker curled up on her - but not this time at least. She shifts her weight up on her knees instead, hands bracing as she tips forward to kiss her shoulder, then the back of her neck. The tickle of her hair against her shoulder as it falls past her face. Longer these days, keeps it prettier than Jack ever let her do. Letting her warmth set over her comfortably. ]

I'm right here.

[ But she doesn't stay, not that kind right now, rather she wants to look -- at the scar of her spine, drops another kiss to the top of the long snaking line. Gentle against her.

Not quite her real go, what she's interested in seeing and she giggles, terrible little content noise as she drops another kiss and the murmur is so, so sweet against the deep red scratch markings she'd left in tallies of what Parker had caused her to become.
] Look at what I did to you.

[ Another kiss, a little lower, working her way down her back, meandering path that she wasn't taking her time with. Content in just kissing her everywhere she could reach, in turn biting with a sharp sting to where she breathes a tickle of warm air. Down, down, down, until she reaches her lower back and she sinks herself low over her and closes her mouth over a patch of skin, sucking hard with the set of her teeth, marking the way she had thought she would before. Another one to match the others she'd left before, but this time, maybe more mercifully, less obvious a place. ]

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