[ It's a second, once they're in the taxi that she hits the button to slide the privacy screen up. Figures the drive can see - oh two drunk girls that are pent up and flushed and connect the rest of the dots. Everyone only comes here for one thing per year anyway.
The next is dedicated to crawling over Parker, doesn't care about privacy now. She doesn't have to care - knows Parker's shy, in ways that Angel just didn't care because this is all - things she knows she shouldn't do. To take the fire into her mouth and spit it back up again. She likes walking her line, she wants more than anything to throw things back in the world's face.
But it's more than that, it's because Parker does, her careful concern that she makes so much space for Angel where she knew she was alone in getting those considerations. Because for the first time in her life there was someone that saw her - not little miss genius child of a wealthy mafioso. Someone that cared that she would rather study quantum mechanics than business management. Literature than law. The things Jack made her be. But someone that simply asked her to be herself.
Herself now as she throws her leg over Parker's lap, settling in her lap and tugging up her skirt as she leans to kiss her again. There's no mistaking it now. There's nothing but wet, aching heat between her legs. She moans into Parker's mouth in a way that's almost begging. Touch her, touch her please, she needs it - needs this to be human, to be part of. The ever present feeling of separation that Jack forced on her that she's always undoing. More than that, there will never be anyone like Parker, because no one ever looks at her like she does. Undoing it all with a fevered neediness as she tugs at Parker's hand, not settling for just brushing at edges this time. It's pointed, pressing her hand up and directly to where she wants her.
Not like the scrap of lace she was wearing was hiding much. ]
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The next is dedicated to crawling over Parker, doesn't care about privacy now. She doesn't have to care - knows Parker's shy, in ways that Angel just didn't care because this is all - things she knows she shouldn't do. To take the fire into her mouth and spit it back up again. She likes walking her line, she wants more than anything to throw things back in the world's face.
But it's more than that, it's because Parker does, her careful concern that she makes so much space for Angel where she knew she was alone in getting those considerations. Because for the first time in her life there was someone that saw her - not little miss genius child of a wealthy mafioso. Someone that cared that she would rather study quantum mechanics than business management. Literature than law. The things Jack made her be. But someone that simply asked her to be herself.
Herself now as she throws her leg over Parker's lap, settling in her lap and tugging up her skirt as she leans to kiss her again. There's no mistaking it now. There's nothing but wet, aching heat between her legs. She moans into Parker's mouth in a way that's almost begging. Touch her, touch her please, she needs it - needs this to be human, to be part of. The ever present feeling of separation that Jack forced on her that she's always undoing. More than that, there will never be anyone like Parker, because no one ever looks at her like she does. Undoing it all with a fevered neediness as she tugs at Parker's hand, not settling for just brushing at edges this time. It's pointed, pressing her hand up and directly to where she wants her.
Not like the scrap of lace she was wearing was hiding much. ]