[ She decided a long time ago that she - liked these sort of moments, these stolen half seconds of time of idiocy. Where it's not just that Jack would be pissed off that - oh, his baby girl was in the back seat of a taxi, where it's slightly above cheap ( what did money mean to Handsome Jack? ), but definitely below what she's used to, getting fucked by his worst nightmare. ( rebel without a cause, that told her to quit her serious business subjects and asked her to think for herself and - and smiled at her so sweetly in the morning something in her chest was breaking every time )
( Alright, maybe there's some kind of enjoyment knowing that he'd be furious if he ever found out )
- but it's the way she catches Parker's eyes as she slowly brings her fingers to her mouth. The soft press of her tongue she had felt on her own skin and she shivers in anticipation. Her fingers locked on her shoulders, her legs shifting that little bit to brace her weight because - sucks in a deep breath - tries to do what she says, because it's the sensible thing and Parker always is more sensible - but it's so hard when - fucking, fucking goddamn, - she presses them into her. Feels the clench in her stomach, the shake in her legs. Hangs on, as she begins to move and it's wonderfully thoughtless as she rolls with the pressure of her hand.
The sounds are quiet, or as best she can, as Parker buries her face into her chest and she feels her head fall back. Stretched out against her - wants to whisper every obscene, awful thought that dances across her mind - that she can't believe Parker is going to make her come in the back seat of a car, that yeah, she is, how could she not? God - because Parker feels so good, and she never wants her to stop touching her, and fuck - fuck - fuck, the last breathed out in a smothered whisper she tries not to let go too far: ] Fuck.
[ Because it's so easy, to speed up against her hand, because she's so wet and Parker's fingers glide just right and her hand comes up to press against the window, getting her balance against the rock of the car, and moves more sharply into it. Not going to take long because, she wants her, she wants her, she wants her and - her eyes shut tightly and she feels the curl in herself. ]
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( Alright, maybe there's some kind of enjoyment knowing that he'd be furious if he ever found out )
- but it's the way she catches Parker's eyes as she slowly brings her fingers to her mouth. The soft press of her tongue she had felt on her own skin and she shivers in anticipation. Her fingers locked on her shoulders, her legs shifting that little bit to brace her weight because - sucks in a deep breath - tries to do what she says, because it's the sensible thing and Parker always is more sensible - but it's so hard when - fucking, fucking goddamn, - she presses them into her. Feels the clench in her stomach, the shake in her legs. Hangs on, as she begins to move and it's wonderfully thoughtless as she rolls with the pressure of her hand.
The sounds are quiet, or as best she can, as Parker buries her face into her chest and she feels her head fall back. Stretched out against her - wants to whisper every obscene, awful thought that dances across her mind - that she can't believe Parker is going to make her come in the back seat of a car, that yeah, she is, how could she not? God - because Parker feels so good, and she never wants her to stop touching her, and fuck - fuck - fuck, the last breathed out in a smothered whisper she tries not to let go too far: ] Fuck.
[ Because it's so easy, to speed up against her hand, because she's so wet and Parker's fingers glide just right and her hand comes up to press against the window, getting her balance against the rock of the car, and moves more sharply into it. Not going to take long because, she wants her, she wants her, she wants her and - her eyes shut tightly and she feels the curl in herself. ]