[ To be honest, Parker would never oppose to Angel's hands being on her all the time (well, if they were in private, at least). She laughs softly again and drops her face against her crossed arms, soft hair falling over her forehead as she does. Lets her kiss her, feeling so completely at ease. Nothing comes quite close to these quiet moments of tenderness and she holds on to them as hard as she can, keeps them close to her heart. Shares only with Angel how bright she feels every time.
The tickle of Angel's lips and hair on her skin makes her smile again, eyes closed, before she slowly opens them at the sound of her voice. ]
You wanted to see? [ She half laughs, amused breath, not sure if she follows.
Then, it takes a while to register what she's saying and when she does, her heart skips a beat a little. To say yes is definitely to become vulnerable, exposed. To say no, an impossibility. She could never quite deny her anything, especially not when she asks her to do it for her. Trusts her more than anyone else and she doesn't as much hesitate as she has to breathe out slowly to still her heart, licking her lower lip.
It's slow and delicate, the way she does it. Arching her back, pushing down against herself to raise her hips from the mattress, chest still pressed against the pillow she slowly wraps her arms around, holding to herself. Pink on her face. Brushes her hair behind her ear, almost-- coyly. Always vulnerable around her. Muscles of her stomach tensing gently, well defined lines there, where her hips dip into lines. ]
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The tickle of Angel's lips and hair on her skin makes her smile again, eyes closed, before she slowly opens them at the sound of her voice. ]
You wanted to see? [ She half laughs, amused breath, not sure if she follows.
Then, it takes a while to register what she's saying and when she does, her heart skips a beat a little. To say yes is definitely to become vulnerable, exposed. To say no, an impossibility. She could never quite deny her anything, especially not when she asks her to do it for her. Trusts her more than anyone else and she doesn't as much hesitate as she has to breathe out slowly to still her heart, licking her lower lip.
It's slow and delicate, the way she does it. Arching her back, pushing down against herself to raise her hips from the mattress, chest still pressed against the pillow she slowly wraps her arms around, holding to herself. Pink on her face. Brushes her hair behind her ear, almost-- coyly. Always vulnerable around her. Muscles of her stomach tensing gently, well defined lines there, where her hips dip into lines. ]
Is that okay?