[ Parker stares at her for a second as she calls her name, pulling her lips in a straight line. Because there is a pause there and maybe she needs a break but then she says those words and Parker goes even redder. A gasp slips out of her lips, lowering her hands to her hips and tugging her close. Kind of laughs because she doesn't know how to deal with that kind of teasing. Serious and stoic Parker suddenly all sweet and shy when in front of Angel.
More so when she leans close to her and buries her face in her neck and speaks against her sensitive skin and says all those things and it's-- it's almost too much. Her fingers flex around her hips and she shudders, tilting her head to nose her ear slightly. She presses a couple kisses there. Can't help the smile on her face, hearing from Angel's own mouth the fact that she has wanted her for so long (she doesn't know if it's just a craving, Angel being Angel, getting what she wants, but it doesn't matter now). ] Okay. [ She says in a whisper.
Parker leans back, pushing Angel's black hair out of her face and behind her hear. Then leans in for another kiss, slow and teasing, open mouth as she slips her hands up to her breasts as they kiss. Squeezes gently, because she can (because she lets her), tilting her head for better access. Quickly taking her hands around to fumble slightly with the zipper at the back of her dress, because they're in private now and she wants her whole and naked and close. All the while walking them both to the bed they've been sharing anyway (only with more clothes and less touching than right now). ]
[ There are no clothes left on her by the time she walks into the bed, feeling it hit the back of her legs, shedding the last parts of it in a trail from the door to the bed in their small hotel room that is suitably tacky for people their age. White neutral walls, an abstract red painting of flowers and leaves that below says it's scenery from coastlines that a nearby discarded brochure says is a secret alcove for lovers like they are right now. Maybe later, she'll convince Parker to go there, later after that, she might convince Parker to kiss in some hidden stretch of sand - but for now, it's a maybe plan to the one she has finally in front of her.
She tumbles back onto the bed with a breathy laughter, hair tumbling free on the sheets. Breathing soft and high in her throat.
For once, though, there isn't something terrible coming out of her mouth. There's just an open gaze that is wholly appreciative, wanting and warm. If the way her teeth catch on her bottom lip and bites down is anything to go by. All open and easy to her as she draws her legs up, curling them together and under her, twisting herself about as her head turns. The slow easy movements of her body unimpeded, no need to pretend about what she wanted. Hell as it had been waking up in her odd bursts with Parker unashamedly pressed up against her, flushed as they could both get from shared heat, when Parker can't seem to look at her face but can't look away, either. ]
[ She might be impressed with the speed Angel's clothes are gone, helping along the way, if she wasn't so utterly distracted by her kisses. Parker keeps her close, almost making it harder to discard the dress as she pulls it down her body hurriedly, followed by her lacy bra (and again, she would probably appreciate it more if she wasn't so heated up, her fingers still warm from her, her heart beat skipping with each breathy kiss).
Parker makes a little high noise in the back of her throat in concern when she abruptly stops kissing as she falls back on the bed. She blinks, makes sure she's okay, before laughing breathlessly as well, all red, hair in disarray. She quickly pulls her button shirt off of her, not as smooth as Angel, getting caught in the wrists. It takes too long, they're too far apart, and Parker forgets the rest of her clothes quickly in place of crawling over to Angel.
It feels so safe in here, and Parker drinks it all in. Gently getting settled between her legs, one arm slipping under her back, the other hand coming up to push her hair behind her ear. She smiles at her and kisses her, softer than before. A sweet multitude of kisses, slow and gentle. Her hand on her back slipping around to drag a path that's teasing and languid again between her legs, because she doesn't want her to stop feeling good. Takes her time to let Angel know what she's doing, still pressing kisses to every patch of skin like she wants to cover her with kisses (she does, she does). Nosing the space between her breasts for a second, before kissing them, biting gently - so gently, before pressing her tongue, warm, wet, to her nipple, and, god, she can't believe she is doing this, it feels so right, it feels a thousand years almost too late.
Parker leans back to look at her as her hand settles between her legs again, trapped between the two of them. Gently, she curls her fingers into her again, slower now that they're not in a rush, prompting herself up slightly on her elbow to look at her face. Leans down to kiss her neck, and her cheek, and her lips, and everywhere she can, so soft and reverent.
She wants this to never end. ]
Do you like getting head?
[ She asks in a small voice over her gasps, a pressed question to her skin, and it's almost more a begging note than anything else, because, god, she wants to bury in to her warmth, as her fingers pull out slowly of her, and then back, excruciatingly slow. ]
[ She's so ready for her to touch her again. Eagerly pulling at her, dragging kisses against her as she wriggles underneath her. Yanking at whatever remained of her clothes to push it away from her hips.
Then she isn't, then she is just holding tightly to the clothes because it's hanging onto her. Her eyes closed, her eyebrows furrowed just so, lips parting in a sound that is so high out of her throat it isn't a sound at all, just a puff. Her legs come up, part underneath her, as she feels her fingers press back into her. The dots of colour in her face that make her feel so warm as each drag is slow, makes her buck helplessly that she can't even really register quite what Parker said, at first.
Can't even to open her eyes it feels as good as it does. The way she works her like that, a fluttering, clenching feeling where it's too much and - God - it's not enough. Licks her lips, like she means to answer her more immediately when the words haze through, but she just whines instead, slick heat making it easy for Parker to move against her.
Finally, finally manages ( eyes still tightly screwed shut, hips still twitching in want, Parker's hands are soft, like hers, so much more warn and it makes it feel so much better ): ] Don't know, never got it - [ and she whines again, happy enough with her fingers as they are. ]
[ The kisses she showers Angel is are a stark contrast with the way her fingers curl so deeply inside her. They are slow and barely there. Almost soundless with the way Angel is moaning and breathing so loud. Pressing them against her flushed cheeks, a thousand little kisses to that soft, soft skin. Her hand on the other side of her face brushing her hair back, curling around her ear to stroke her thumb over her jaw. This isn't the rushed thing they had been sharing in the car. This is the soft and slow that Parker can't help to drown in, maybe a little selfishly, because she wants to make this last as long as Angel will let her. It's easy to drink in her moans, finding that perfect spot in her that she keeps pushing her fingers against to drag more sounds out of her.
If she could, she would burrow more into her.
Her lips find odd paths to map all of her. Lowering to her neck, where she allows herself a bite between soft pecks. She hears the way she struggles with her sounds and that only serves to make her hotter and shudders to the feeling of her clenching around her fingers. Makes her curl them out slowly and push them back in before she has time to miss them, moving them a little faster for it.
She stops only for a quick second when Angel finally manages to talk. To look at her a little surprised. ]
How? [ She asks while her fingers return to their slow pace, giving her some breathing space. She lowers her lips to kiss her mouth softly, once, twice-- gets distracted that she still has something else to say as she parts her lips around her. Only for a moment. Then she bites her lower lip, tugging gently, and speaking against the kiss. ] Why would anyone miss the chance to give you that?
[ Parker leans away from her then. Not trying to be cruel but inadvertently doing so as she pulls her fingers away from her. She kneels between her legs, sitting up slightly to watch her. Her heart skips a beat, almost impossible not to when she's laid out like that, so pretty, and she sets her hands around her hips, running her nails up and down gently against her sides. ]
You're so pretty. [ She says almost out of breath, all head over heels. Parker lowers her head to kiss between her breasts, hands coming down to massage her thighs, thumb against the crease of them. She kisses her skin, her collarbone, her chest, her breasts, down to her rib cage, down to her navel, then just below it. Nuzzles there, against her belly, then shifts so she can lay back down on her stomach, in a way that prompts Angel to rest her legs on her shoulders - doesn't force her to, letting her find whatever position feels better for her. Let's her be comfortable all along kissing her belly and thighs, happy to have her face warmed up by the heat of her between her soft legs. God, god, god, she wants to bury herself in her, but waits, not yet, until Angel is comfortable, until she knows she can hold on to her as hard as she wants (she wants that, so much, wants to feel her needy grasp because she wants to make her feel like nobody else could - a selfish though, but this is all very selfish). ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
no subject
More so when she leans close to her and buries her face in her neck and speaks against her sensitive skin and says all those things and it's-- it's almost too much. Her fingers flex around her hips and she shudders, tilting her head to nose her ear slightly. She presses a couple kisses there. Can't help the smile on her face, hearing from Angel's own mouth the fact that she has wanted her for so long (she doesn't know if it's just a craving, Angel being Angel, getting what she wants, but it doesn't matter now). ] Okay. [ She says in a whisper.
Parker leans back, pushing Angel's black hair out of her face and behind her hear. Then leans in for another kiss, slow and teasing, open mouth as she slips her hands up to her breasts as they kiss. Squeezes gently, because she can (because she lets her), tilting her head for better access. Quickly taking her hands around to fumble slightly with the zipper at the back of her dress, because they're in private now and she wants her whole and naked and close. All the while walking them both to the bed they've been sharing anyway (only with more clothes and less touching than right now). ]
no subject
She tumbles back onto the bed with a breathy laughter, hair tumbling free on the sheets. Breathing soft and high in her throat.
For once, though, there isn't something terrible coming out of her mouth. There's just an open gaze that is wholly appreciative, wanting and warm. If the way her teeth catch on her bottom lip and bites down is anything to go by. All open and easy to her as she draws her legs up, curling them together and under her, twisting herself about as her head turns. The slow easy movements of her body unimpeded, no need to pretend about what she wanted. Hell as it had been waking up in her odd bursts with Parker unashamedly pressed up against her, flushed as they could both get from shared heat, when Parker can't seem to look at her face but can't look away, either. ]
no subject
Parker makes a little high noise in the back of her throat in concern when she abruptly stops kissing as she falls back on the bed. She blinks, makes sure she's okay, before laughing breathlessly as well, all red, hair in disarray. She quickly pulls her button shirt off of her, not as smooth as Angel, getting caught in the wrists. It takes too long, they're too far apart, and Parker forgets the rest of her clothes quickly in place of crawling over to Angel.
It feels so safe in here, and Parker drinks it all in. Gently getting settled between her legs, one arm slipping under her back, the other hand coming up to push her hair behind her ear. She smiles at her and kisses her, softer than before. A sweet multitude of kisses, slow and gentle. Her hand on her back slipping around to drag a path that's teasing and languid again between her legs, because she doesn't want her to stop feeling good. Takes her time to let Angel know what she's doing, still pressing kisses to every patch of skin like she wants to cover her with kisses (she does, she does). Nosing the space between her breasts for a second, before kissing them, biting gently - so gently, before pressing her tongue, warm, wet, to her nipple, and, god, she can't believe she is doing this, it feels so right, it feels a thousand years almost too late.
Parker leans back to look at her as her hand settles between her legs again, trapped between the two of them. Gently, she curls her fingers into her again, slower now that they're not in a rush, prompting herself up slightly on her elbow to look at her face. Leans down to kiss her neck, and her cheek, and her lips, and everywhere she can, so soft and reverent.
She wants this to never end. ]
Do you like getting head?
[ She asks in a small voice over her gasps, a pressed question to her skin, and it's almost more a begging note than anything else, because, god, she wants to bury in to her warmth, as her fingers pull out slowly of her, and then back, excruciatingly slow. ]
no subject
Then she isn't, then she is just holding tightly to the clothes because it's hanging onto her. Her eyes closed, her eyebrows furrowed just so, lips parting in a sound that is so high out of her throat it isn't a sound at all, just a puff. Her legs come up, part underneath her, as she feels her fingers press back into her. The dots of colour in her face that make her feel so warm as each drag is slow, makes her buck helplessly that she can't even really register quite what Parker said, at first.
Can't even to open her eyes it feels as good as it does. The way she works her like that, a fluttering, clenching feeling where it's too much and - God - it's not enough. Licks her lips, like she means to answer her more immediately when the words haze through, but she just whines instead, slick heat making it easy for Parker to move against her.
Finally, finally manages ( eyes still tightly screwed shut, hips still twitching in want, Parker's hands are soft, like hers, so much more warn and it makes it feel so much better ): ] Don't know, never got it - [ and she whines again, happy enough with her fingers as they are. ]
no subject
If she could, she would burrow more into her.
Her lips find odd paths to map all of her. Lowering to her neck, where she allows herself a bite between soft pecks. She hears the way she struggles with her sounds and that only serves to make her hotter and shudders to the feeling of her clenching around her fingers. Makes her curl them out slowly and push them back in before she has time to miss them, moving them a little faster for it.
She stops only for a quick second when Angel finally manages to talk. To look at her a little surprised. ]
How? [ She asks while her fingers return to their slow pace, giving her some breathing space. She lowers her lips to kiss her mouth softly, once, twice-- gets distracted that she still has something else to say as she parts her lips around her. Only for a moment. Then she bites her lower lip, tugging gently, and speaking against the kiss. ] Why would anyone miss the chance to give you that?
[ Parker leans away from her then. Not trying to be cruel but inadvertently doing so as she pulls her fingers away from her. She kneels between her legs, sitting up slightly to watch her. Her heart skips a beat, almost impossible not to when she's laid out like that, so pretty, and she sets her hands around her hips, running her nails up and down gently against her sides. ]
You're so pretty. [ She says almost out of breath, all head over heels. Parker lowers her head to kiss between her breasts, hands coming down to massage her thighs, thumb against the crease of them. She kisses her skin, her collarbone, her chest, her breasts, down to her rib cage, down to her navel, then just below it. Nuzzles there, against her belly, then shifts so she can lay back down on her stomach, in a way that prompts Angel to rest her legs on her shoulders - doesn't force her to, letting her find whatever position feels better for her. Let's her be comfortable all along kissing her belly and thighs, happy to have her face warmed up by the heat of her between her soft legs. God, god, god, she wants to bury herself in her, but waits, not yet, until Angel is comfortable, until she knows she can hold on to her as hard as she wants (she wants that, so much, wants to feel her needy grasp because she wants to make her feel like nobody else could - a selfish though, but this is all very selfish). ]