[ There is a kind of very real vulnerability being held like that and Parker- Parker likes it. She likes feeling that she can be like that, sometimes, but she only likes it because it's with Angel. There is no way she would give herself over like she does with her. It rips and shreds her to pieces, and she knows it's poison, it's corrosive, it's destructive, when you think about how little they have, constant race against time, constantly trying to make it go slower so they can have more and sometimes it hurts so much she just wants to curl up to her and cry.
But she doesn't. She never does, even when her heart beats oddly.
Nothing of that matters then, though, as Angel leans closer and hums against her and the high little noise Parker makes is so adorable that it almost feels out of place from what they're doing. Her hand tightens around Angel's dark hair, slightly hunched forward and gripping the bed's headboard tighter with her eyes closed. It feels so good, she's too sensitive, but it feels so good she might just die there.
It only gets better when she thinks it can't, Angel's finger and tongue merciless against her. Her hips buck slightly and she quickly brings the hand in her hair to her own lips, biting slightly on it to try to-- do something, anything, because she has no idea how to keep herself up. Muffled moans into the skin of her hand, then brings it around again because there is a restlessness inside her and Angel clearly wants to make her pass out from it.
It gets to her, almost too quick. She's always so easy to her. Always so weak and giving. She doesn't have time to tell her to slow down, to wait, it's-- it's too much and she can't talk, only cry out, moaning. Parker moves her hand again, finding Angel's free one. Slips her fingers against hers, pressing softly on her hand to pin it to the mattress under them. Holds on so tight, because words don't come, but she holds her hand tight, and her hair in a hand, and arches her back when her tongue hits the perfect rhythm that she has studied so well, hips bucking slightly away from her because she can't-- can't stand any more, too much, too sensitive. There's a sudden clench and explosive release as she hits that sweet point, mind going numb and nearly hit her head on the headboard as she slaps the hand that was in her hair to it again to prevent an awkward finish. She doesn't even care, ragged breath and trembling and biting her lip with tiny moans as the climax seems to not to want to stop rushing through her for a little while. ]
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But she doesn't. She never does, even when her heart beats oddly.
Nothing of that matters then, though, as Angel leans closer and hums against her and the high little noise Parker makes is so adorable that it almost feels out of place from what they're doing. Her hand tightens around Angel's dark hair, slightly hunched forward and gripping the bed's headboard tighter with her eyes closed. It feels so good, she's too sensitive, but it feels so good she might just die there.
It only gets better when she thinks it can't, Angel's finger and tongue merciless against her. Her hips buck slightly and she quickly brings the hand in her hair to her own lips, biting slightly on it to try to-- do something, anything, because she has no idea how to keep herself up. Muffled moans into the skin of her hand, then brings it around again because there is a restlessness inside her and Angel clearly wants to make her pass out from it.
It gets to her, almost too quick. She's always so easy to her. Always so weak and giving. She doesn't have time to tell her to slow down, to wait, it's-- it's too much and she can't talk, only cry out, moaning. Parker moves her hand again, finding Angel's free one. Slips her fingers against hers, pressing softly on her hand to pin it to the mattress under them. Holds on so tight, because words don't come, but she holds her hand tight, and her hair in a hand, and arches her back when her tongue hits the perfect rhythm that she has studied so well, hips bucking slightly away from her because she can't-- can't stand any more, too much, too sensitive. There's a sudden clench and explosive release as she hits that sweet point, mind going numb and nearly hit her head on the headboard as she slaps the hand that was in her hair to it again to prevent an awkward finish. She doesn't even care, ragged breath and trembling and biting her lip with tiny moans as the climax seems to not to want to stop rushing through her for a little while. ]