[ She lets her shift back and she bites at her lip and it's no secret that she likes the control - to ask and to get what she wants - and it had been worse than she was now. Once it had been a method of control in particular against Jack. Asking for things, asking for whatever she wanted, nonsense and useless just to see what he would do to keep her complacent. What would keep her happy to swallow down on the toast of her own burning blood - but this is different and she doesn't answer with words so much.
Rather, she leans forward, a hand lifting up to smooth across her rear and down and draws her fingers across her again. Tucking her hair away behind her hair as her breath tickles in close. Not an answer, no, but a use of lips anyway as she moved close to catch against where she's nothing but wet and open and willing for her. A slow draw of her mouth against her. A lingering sort of kiss, pressing her tongue into her and her eyes close with it, tastes - like Parker she supposes. Salty, like her skin, feels the shiver at being so close and slips her fingers around and under to brush where she can't quite reach like this.
It's slow, she knows after so much time, that she'd always been the more curious of the two of them. More inclined to push boundaries that she shouldn't always. Though she's nothing but careful with Parker. Nothing but tender, wants only, only, only, to make her feel good. ( Like somehow, she could make up for everything else. ) ]
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Rather, she leans forward, a hand lifting up to smooth across her rear and down and draws her fingers across her again. Tucking her hair away behind her hair as her breath tickles in close. Not an answer, no, but a use of lips anyway as she moved close to catch against where she's nothing but wet and open and willing for her. A slow draw of her mouth against her. A lingering sort of kiss, pressing her tongue into her and her eyes close with it, tastes - like Parker she supposes. Salty, like her skin, feels the shiver at being so close and slips her fingers around and under to brush where she can't quite reach like this.
It's slow, she knows after so much time, that she'd always been the more curious of the two of them. More inclined to push boundaries that she shouldn't always. Though she's nothing but careful with Parker. Nothing but tender, wants only, only, only, to make her feel good. ( Like somehow, she could make up for everything else. ) ]