[ Her fingers splay wide, angling them and her body as she stretches herself over the length of him. He's so pretty when he's desperate, so perfectly hers when he's panting raw on the edge of something she won't let him have. He's always called her for what she is. She'd never stepped down from it, not even for the sake of intimacy. There was something to being what she was without remorse, without pretense. To enjoying him when he's under her and the way she can roll her body down over him to kiss him. The smear against his hip, where she's almost touching the tip of him, but isn't. A settled warmth on his belly that doesn't move to give him real satisfaction. But there's her heat, all giving and just above where he could even rock to press into her. ]
Really? Because you'd look like you'd break if I breathed too hard on you right now.
[ Flushed and daring, like he is - it's too easy to keep him down and kiss him. So she does. It's nothing like how they'd been rutting into each other. It's feather like, barely a brush of her mouth. One, then anther, then another.
Then she pulls up, away from him completely. Rocking up onto her knees and looking down her body to look at him as her hand draws away. Her head tilting. He's said - do your worst. So she would, then, wouldn't she? Far be it from her to ever back down when they were having a fight. ]
[ The fact that Angel isn't on him any more doesn't make any real difference to clear his mind. Still soaring high, cloudy thoughts, a heartbeat that's a little too fast. Parker gasps as she rolls against him, gripping at her skin by instinct, leaving red and pink under his fingers. Slowly, though, it does calm down a little, but not nearly enough to be unaffected by her. He can't help the way he thrusts his hips up slightly as if trying to get back in her, though not forceful but rather in an instinctive, thoughtless way.
That's the way she is and Parker never once rejected that. The only rejection he gives is to the Nest, to become entwined in ways that aren't natural, in ways that are invasive. The only time he says no. Everything else is hard to deny her. ]
And who's to blame for that? [ He says with a cheeky smile.
Breathing hard, Parker travels his hands to her ass and pulls her closer as she bends closer to kiss him. He leans up as she does, meeting her lips with that sweetness that only Angel gets to have. Because that part of him is hers and no-one else's. Even when she doesn't believe him that he does, with all his heart. More than she would allow him, surely. Because the word that keeps trying to leave his lips but never does always hangs on his every word, every touch, every look.
Parker tilts his head to all those little kisses, melting under them, even if it's such a difference from the slightly unhinged way they had been going at each other moments ago. But then she leans away and he's left confused but quickly understands as she speaks. Which makes a sting shoot from his groin up his chest and spread through his body, his hands lowering from behind her to her stomach, holding her hips and squeezing slightly. It's hard to stop touching her. ]
Okay.
[ He says in a tiny voice, though he kind of wants to lean up and kiss her again. He could kiss her for days, he thinks. Still, he does as told, dropping his warm hands from her skin to roll on his stomach, the friction of the fabric against his erection making him wince slightly from how sensitive he is. He leans up slightly on his elbows, looking over his shoulder to her with a slightly raised eyebrow. Come on, he did his part. He ought to get a kiss or two, no? ]
[ He gets it - though really, it's still not her fault by this point if he doesn't learn his lessons concerning her. That sirens are there to make foolish sailors dash on rocks. She leans across his back, draping herself on him. Her breaths flat to his shoulder blades, her hips just a little above his so she doesn't give him the satisfaction of knowing just how much she's aching from him ( like it's hard not to, where she's got proof of it smeared between her thighs so warm and wet, from him, from him in her ).
Rather she leans it to kiss him like he wants. First to his shoulder blade, then to his mouth, drawn slowly against him, the taste of him on her lips, the taste of her on him. It's not sweet, but it is dragged out, demanding, awkward at the angle but makes it easy to bite at the side of his lip in a soft tug on his flushed skin. ]
Yeah - [ a breath ascension, nuzzling against his cheek in a brief moment of affection. Warm, light, not at all what she has in mind which comes through so gentle and wicked as she smooths her hand down his side, his back, comfortably. ] Get on your hands and knees.
[ He's nothing but self-destructive enough to fall into the abyss of the sea and die against waves and rocks. To be washed away from the shore and pulled in, in, in. If she is the one holding his throat in death. And it's not okay, it really isn't, but there isn't much to hold on to when you have lost everything. So when all you have is the thing that will kill you, you just accept it.
And he does.
Parker smiles sweetly at her as she leans over him. Doesn't need her to press close when he knows she was enjoying herself. He knows control is something important to her. So he gives it to her, fully. Even if he wants to bury in her again, already aching from her loss, softly twitching between his legs, a bit harder when she kisses him. He leans in, awkward angle but he doesn't care, parting his lips to her. Moaning softly when she drags her teeth on his skin.
She leans back, and he follows, but there's only so much he can do. He closes his eyes at he nuzzling, reaching back to trace the back of his hand, scuffed knuckles and calloused fingers that are always so gentle to her, tracing down the line of her jaw, back up to her pretty hair.
He breathes through open mouth as her hands touch his skin, bruised and marked from so many falls, muscles underneath it moving slowly with each touch. He looks at her for a second as she makes her request (demand, really). Parker swallows on a dry throat and pushes himself up on his elbows and knees, before slowly settling his hands to the mattress. Fingers curling slightly on the pillow as he tries to focus on not picturing her mouth around his hard-on, or the way she sits on him and holds him down by the throat.
He tries not to touch himself at all, but god, he wishes he could. ]
Angel...
[ Please. Something. Anything. He's sweet and gentle and so patient, but she's right there and they were so close-- why would she stop that? ]
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Really? Because you'd look like you'd break if I breathed too hard on you right now.
[ Flushed and daring, like he is - it's too easy to keep him down and kiss him. So she does. It's nothing like how they'd been rutting into each other. It's feather like, barely a brush of her mouth. One, then anther, then another.
Then she pulls up, away from him completely. Rocking up onto her knees and looking down her body to look at him as her hand draws away. Her head tilting. He's said - do your worst. So she would, then, wouldn't she? Far be it from her to ever back down when they were having a fight. ]
Roll over.
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That's the way she is and Parker never once rejected that. The only rejection he gives is to the Nest, to become entwined in ways that aren't natural, in ways that are invasive. The only time he says no. Everything else is hard to deny her. ]
And who's to blame for that? [ He says with a cheeky smile.
Breathing hard, Parker travels his hands to her ass and pulls her closer as she bends closer to kiss him. He leans up as she does, meeting her lips with that sweetness that only Angel gets to have. Because that part of him is hers and no-one else's. Even when she doesn't believe him that he does, with all his heart. More than she would allow him, surely. Because the word that keeps trying to leave his lips but never does always hangs on his every word, every touch, every look.
Parker tilts his head to all those little kisses, melting under them, even if it's such a difference from the slightly unhinged way they had been going at each other moments ago. But then she leans away and he's left confused but quickly understands as she speaks. Which makes a sting shoot from his groin up his chest and spread through his body, his hands lowering from behind her to her stomach, holding her hips and squeezing slightly. It's hard to stop touching her. ]
Okay.
[ He says in a tiny voice, though he kind of wants to lean up and kiss her again. He could kiss her for days, he thinks. Still, he does as told, dropping his warm hands from her skin to roll on his stomach, the friction of the fabric against his erection making him wince slightly from how sensitive he is. He leans up slightly on his elbows, looking over his shoulder to her with a slightly raised eyebrow. Come on, he did his part. He ought to get a kiss or two, no? ]
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Rather she leans it to kiss him like he wants. First to his shoulder blade, then to his mouth, drawn slowly against him, the taste of him on her lips, the taste of her on him. It's not sweet, but it is dragged out, demanding, awkward at the angle but makes it easy to bite at the side of his lip in a soft tug on his flushed skin. ]
Yeah - [ a breath ascension, nuzzling against his cheek in a brief moment of affection. Warm, light, not at all what she has in mind which comes through so gentle and wicked as she smooths her hand down his side, his back, comfortably. ] Get on your hands and knees.
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And he does.
Parker smiles sweetly at her as she leans over him. Doesn't need her to press close when he knows she was enjoying herself. He knows control is something important to her. So he gives it to her, fully. Even if he wants to bury in her again, already aching from her loss, softly twitching between his legs, a bit harder when she kisses him. He leans in, awkward angle but he doesn't care, parting his lips to her. Moaning softly when she drags her teeth on his skin.
She leans back, and he follows, but there's only so much he can do. He closes his eyes at he nuzzling, reaching back to trace the back of his hand, scuffed knuckles and calloused fingers that are always so gentle to her, tracing down the line of her jaw, back up to her pretty hair.
He breathes through open mouth as her hands touch his skin, bruised and marked from so many falls, muscles underneath it moving slowly with each touch. He looks at her for a second as she makes her request (demand, really). Parker swallows on a dry throat and pushes himself up on his elbows and knees, before slowly settling his hands to the mattress. Fingers curling slightly on the pillow as he tries to focus on not picturing her mouth around his hard-on, or the way she sits on him and holds him down by the throat.
He tries not to touch himself at all, but god, he wishes he could. ]
Angel...
[ Please. Something. Anything. He's sweet and gentle and so patient, but she's right there and they were so close-- why would she stop that? ]