[ It's almost too sweet, the way Angel touches her. Speaks to her. Parker could melt right then from it. Smiling, she leans up against her, fitting like two pieces of a puzzle when she leans down to kiss her shoulder. Eyes slipping shut as she tilts her head in a way that makes it easier for her to press her lips to the back of her neck, biting her lower lip with a tiny moan of delight. Tilts her head up again, brushing a kiss against her chin. ]
Yeah. [ Which is her own way of saying thank you for being there, not spoken but there in her tone, how she looks at her, so captivated, so-- utterly hers.
Parker shifts slightly under her, dropping her head as she kisses down her spine. Sweetest thing and she sighs, laughing softly as she continues to press kisses down her back, over the marks she left. ] I like that. [ Means she likes when Parker has her head between her thighs, and that's always her goal anyway.
Her eyes flutter closed as Angel marks her way down, and down, until she makes her arch slightly, pushing her face against a pillow, red and flustered. Moans, a little surprised how it gets to her, the way she pulls a mark on her (and maybe it's part of it, letting go of power to let her do it so willingly). Laying down flat on her chest, she looks over her shoulder again, redder again. ]
What are you doing? [ Slight laughter in her voice, but a little heavier, biting her lower lip as she does. ]
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Yeah. [ Which is her own way of saying thank you for being there, not spoken but there in her tone, how she looks at her, so captivated, so-- utterly hers.
Parker shifts slightly under her, dropping her head as she kisses down her spine. Sweetest thing and she sighs, laughing softly as she continues to press kisses down her back, over the marks she left. ] I like that. [ Means she likes when Parker has her head between her thighs, and that's always her goal anyway.
Her eyes flutter closed as Angel marks her way down, and down, until she makes her arch slightly, pushing her face against a pillow, red and flustered. Moans, a little surprised how it gets to her, the way she pulls a mark on her (and maybe it's part of it, letting go of power to let her do it so willingly). Laying down flat on her chest, she looks over her shoulder again, redder again. ]
What are you doing? [ Slight laughter in her voice, but a little heavier, biting her lower lip as she does. ]