[ There's a power she knows she has there - not just in her kindness, that Parker is just as empty as she, but that she can very much feel her eyes on her her when they aren't meeting her gaze at all. It was good -- she didn't mind. Her body was still something she was working out years later than most people did, glad to feel - appreciated. But appreciated felt mild, she knew, for the heat she found so often in her gaze, felt in her own too often.
Her hands sweep up her back, fingers splayed wide and she swells with a deep breath - it's so tempting to roll her back now in a curled tight impatience and greed. But she bites her lip, stills the want, and nods slowly. ]
Alright.
[ It's an agony, to peel her fingers away, to drop her hands onto the ground, but it's as much as she can do, trapped there under Parker. Her eyes looking up at her face, patiently waiting for her to move off of her. Not in any hurry, regardless. ]
[ Her hand is the first thing Parker moves, off the small of her back-- only to bring it to the outside of her thigh, still a little distracted. Says something, but she does not quite register it until a few moments later. Blinks then, back up to her face, how she is smiling and... waiting?
Oh, yeah. Right. Needs to move.
Parker finds herself feeling silly and fumbles slightly. Nods again to Angel, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. She moves away from her, slow and steady, up to her feet, holding both her hands down for Angel to take them. Tugs her up, close, breathing a little shakily. Kisses her again. Just one more, before they have to go out in public.
[ She takes her hands up, levering herself up onto her feet, then up onto her toes to kiss her properly. The brief peck and -- she will still never understand Parker's shyness about being seen together. Like the whole hive didn't already know. But -- well she liked touching her a great more than she thinks she probably should.
Sinks down back to flat feet and nods the once. ]
Can't go down the stairs like everyone else? [ Smiles, brief, teasing before she disentangles herself. ] See you soon.
[ Wonders which way is honestly quicker, but for all her worry about Angel being part of the hive, Angel herself fretted at the way she threw herself around so openly. ]
[ All that she can answer to Angel is a small shrug, casual. No, she can't go down the stairs, because that would be boring, and why would she when she has the skill to jump across rooftops and run freely through vertiginous heights? Still, she has a softer look on her face, a little better at handling the still beating ache underneath. And in fact, the path back to the quarters might do her some good. Clear her mind with all the running.
She gives her a little wave before she sets off; quick, makes it look easy as she leaps over the railings and slides down the steep roof of the building. Slides too fast, or looks like it, but it is with years of training that Parker knows well when to push up and jump across the roof to the next one, further down with a considerable distance.
It doesn't take long for Parker to disappear from sight. She seldom needs the spine in her to absorb impacts, so well practiced she is in the art of parkour, years and years of it under her belt, every day trying to become a little better.
Her competitive nature comes out easily, and she makes a point of getting there as fast as she can, as if to prove to Angel her reasoning to not to take the stairs. Faster and quieter, running through unfamiliar land, alien and strange, but something she has grown used through the space and time they have traveled with the hive.
So, basically, Parker is a child that will try to get to the finishing line before Angel and doesn't even have the decency of using the front door, slipping through the open window of her room. Energized from it, better in her mind to have cleared it out with her athletics. Helps, a little. Not as much as Angel does, but enough for the moment. Plops down on the window sill to pull off her boots already. ]
[ She can't help it -- she worries too much and so often, that when Parker flings herself away, Angel follows after to see where she was going. Hands braced on the ledge, looking over, to make sure she's alright until she can't see her anymore. Rolls her eyes in plain affection for Parker's need to -- be Parker.
She goes then, and she doesn't really expect to beat her back, but she's still quick. Heading back towards her room -- and isn't even slightly surprised when she finds Parker already there. Some half formed threat that goes no further than another roll of her eyes, that one day she will just shut that window on one of these planets.
She shuts the door behind her with a click, locking it pointedly. Parker cares a great deal more than she does sometimes about such different things. She turns back to her, dropping her jacket by the door as she comes further into the small room. ]
[ It is in the little things Parker most appreciates Angel; the way she leaves the window always unlocked, always a little bit open for her to slip through. The attention she always gives to ensure the door is locked, even when she personally couldn't care less.
Parker already has her boots off when Angel gets there, jacket left on the back of a chair, wearing only her loose white top, always simple and monochrome colours for her. She looks up from her bottle, water-like liquid with a honey aftertaste. Good enough for an alien planet. Smiles around it and puts the lid back on, setting it on the desk next to her. ]
Yeah.
[ She leans back on the window sill, fingers around it as she shrugs her shoulders a little. Her collarbone dips with the position, bringing to view a very clear mark down her neck, a memory for not many days ago left by Angel (not that she minds, might just as well be kind of happy with the mark left by her). ]
You took long.
[ Not a complaint, but rather a tease, eyebrow arching slightly. See? Stairs are useless. ]
[ She looks - right. Framed there against the window with the light streaming through. Comfortable. Like it should be if they were both very different people and life hadn't done the things it had to them both. ]
Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?
[ Counters light and airy as she -- doesn't quite come closer to Parker, deliberately so. Rather, she might have just taken her damn time in particular, except not really, because she was just as impatient sometimes. Kept it to herself, most of the time, she just found it exceptionally easy to selfish where Parker was concerned, and Parker didn't seem to mind in the slightest. ]
[ Parker keeps her eyes on Angel as she speaks, giving her a little eye roll in return for her words. What an excuse. But that is fine, the competition had just been in her own head and besides, she would definitely be pouty if she hadn't gotten there first (she does not like to be proven wrong ever, stubborn as she is, prideful as she is).
Her fingers drum against the window sill as Angel does not seem to move an inch and she holds out for a second, before pushing herself off from it, walking over to Angel because she knows well that, although Parker is stubborn, when it comes to her, she is the most flexible person in the world and willing to do her bidding.
And also because she has no control over her impatience.
But at least she keeps her hands to herself, slipping on the back pocket of her black jeans. Leans just a little to kiss her cheek gently, nosing along the jaw without touching too much, just barely there. ]
Are you thirsty or hungry? I can get something if you want.
[ She turns her face up, eyes slipping closed and there's something that's all indulgence to the gesture. A familiarity that comes with time that she hadn't realised could be as nice as it is until she came here. ]
No, I'm alright.
[ Turns, and there's something so satisfying when she leans in just enough to brush the tip of her nose against the mark she'd left. ] You? Sure that running didn't tire you out?
[ Parker is still fussy about the marks Angel leaves. Gets all embarrassed about them. Unfortunately it only happens after the fact, after Angel has painted her skin in sweet bruises, because more often than not, the moment she starts with them, Parker is very much adamant in not stopping her. And that gets her to adapt a very comfortable style of using scarves every so often.
She smiles a little to herself when she feels Angel nose at her collarbone and turns her face in to her hair, letting it tickle her nose. Wants to put her arms around her shoulders, but she is being stubborn for the sake of being a brat. At least she does not withhold other affections, like pressing a little kiss to the side of her head, before planting her cheek there. Breathes softly, eyes closing as she enjoys the moment. Simple and calm and painless, for once. Can forget about the sadness for a little while. Short, but worth it. ]
Are you saying I tire easily?
[ Mock offense to her tone, though it is more neutral, so much she sounds like she is genuinely posing a question. ]
I mean, I know you try to test my limits often, but I think you lose all the time? If I'm not mistaken?
[ There's an all too determined flick up of her gaze, a pointed half step in, lingering her closeness but not - quite - touching. Rather just shares the warmth that closeness provides.
But it's so, so easy to be awful when she's allowed to. Teeth catching on her lip, and she always used her words, always so carefully, and used to using them, but maybe not quite like this. Not with such immediate results, and there's more to using them than just saying them she's found out. Her head turning up to brush her lips at her ear, voice inviting.
An agreement, but with cost. Because she knows particularly what her words do. ]
You mean when I'm under you, breathing like you made me run for it? [ warm and close and inviting. It's not like either of them had much patience sometimes, but then again - ] When I can't say anything else but sigh your name out and I can't stand up and I'm shaking from hanging onto you so hard?
[ It wasn't like either of them to back down when they were stuck on something either. ]
[ She has no idea why the hell does she keep trying to counter-tease Angel. She has never had much in the way of words. Angel, on the other hand, has always been amazing at it and anything she says could easily be molded by her to do, well, pretty much anything she wanted Parker to do. Can barely deny her anything. Especially not when she is speaking like that and so close to her ear and she feels herself getting all flushed, tip of her ears going pink, a blush to her cheeks. Tilts her head to it because she can't help it.
It is a very sweet death of sorts. ]
Uhm. Maybe?
[ Good counter tease.
But while she is not one for words, Parker can at least rely on her gestures and actions to give something back. She gives in first, slipping one hand against her neck as she leans her head back and away from her hot breath. Shudders, as she does, and tilts her face towards her gently. Licks her lower lip, biting at the corner of it. ]
You don't play fair at all.
[ Accusatory, but good natured. She might not mind so much that Angel is the way she does what she does. Might even enjoy it a little bit. Gives her a soft kiss on her forehead for it, because she can and because she wants to. ]
[ She pushes up into it, as soon as Parker is reaching for her, she reaches back, hands slipping to her waist, fingers splaying wide against her hips. ]
Maybe. [ But then again, she's worse than not fair. She can be downright awful when she wants to be - not that anyone but Parker would know it. It's been years, and it's more honest these days, but she'd never stop being particular in how she presents herself. ] But I think it might be worse if I told you how much I wanted you to push me down on the meeting table.
[ That, she says, with her eyes flicking up, bright and teasing. Nails in the coffin. She would always be frail, she knows that now. She'd never be able to keep up to how, say, Parker or Steve threw themselves around, but she had her own way of winning when she wanted to. ]
[ No mercy from Angel, one could suppose. Parker is only human and with Angel saying the things she's saying-- well, there is not much defense against them. She curls her fingers behind her neck, nails scrapping at the back of her head gently, grazing only skin and barely so. Stares at her, breath slightly hitched because there is no resistance to Angel's siren song.
What an awful little thing she can be, leaving Parker bared and defenseless. ]
Come on. [ Kind of a begging for her to stop teasing her so much. Because she can not handle that. At all.
Slipping a hand around her, against the small of her back, she leans into her. All too close to be mistaken for anything else. Starts walking with her carefully, holding her close so that neither of them trips. ]
I can make it up to you now, if you want.
[ Spoken close to her lips, but still not touching them at all. ]
She goes, stepping back easily, her head going back in an all too obvious enjoyment of the scratch of Parker's nail, her throat exposed, vulnerable and pleased. She liked working her up, even if only like this. Nothing but mischief, bright and gleaming and sweet inside her mouth. Push and pull dance that she's all too used to and knows the steps easily on. ]
[ If Parker gave thought to it, she would be bothered to know how much power and control Angel actually had over her with only words and looks and touches, at how far her loyalty to her goes (beyond what she would be comfortable with). But as it is, she does not, instead focusing only on her, in the moment.
She keeps pushing back, until they are close enough to the bed they have been sharing in half secret for as long as they have been on this planet. It is then she stops, looking at her eyes, still not kissing but far too close for them to not to. Still, she holds her ground. ]
I'll let you be the judge of that.
[ And then she finally gives in, because she always gives in faster than Angel does, tilting her head to press a kiss to her lips-- not too much, just enough, parting her lips around hers but as an invitation rather than making herself a guest. ]
[ There's stifled laughter as she's walked back, trusting her enough though - knows, so comfortably knows. Doesn't have to look, just links her fingers behind Parker's back, teeth catching on her bottom lip that's the edge of her grin. ]
Mm. Looking forward to it.
[ She looks forward to it, turning up into her kiss, her mouth parting in a sharp inhale as she tilts at the angle, pressing them together comes so easy now. The invitation she takes without hesitation and gives as often. Parker might keep it to herself, keep this all secret, but Angel never bothered to hide much of her appreciation or wanting. Eagerly pushing into her. ]
[ It is such a pleasant notion, the way Angel can pluck Parker out of her misery and bring her in a much more comforting light, warm and kind and sweet and all those things Parker finds herself in constant need of. It is a small pause in the ache and guilt constantly pounding in her chest.
As her head tilts in to the kiss, Parker brushes her hand lower, behind Angel, until her fingers settle gentle but greedy, just above the crease of where her thigh meets her rear. Tugs her closer like that as she pushes into her, doesn't need that much encouragement in that sense, as she is already close enough. Might not be possible to get closer, but she is sure both of them are going to try anyway. Eyes closed in pure bliss of the moment, slipping her tongue slow and hot in to her mouth, hungry for it but paced.
Her hand trails low, down her neck to the center of her chest, not once breaking the kiss nor having to look to what she is doing. Fingers already practiced in this as she begin to unbutton Angel's shirt, but distracted by her lips and her scent and her warmth anyway, so it is slow and almost clumsy the way she does it, following her lips, breathing a little more hitched as one kiss breaks into another, and another, and it is an infinite loop of sweetness that Parker drinks in, drowns in, needs so much of.
She was not lying, when she had broken down. Begged her to stay because she needed her and that much was true. Needed her, because she was the only thing she had to push back her loneliness and her ache, even if she was the worst thing she had to make her guilt rip through her when she is quiet and lays awake at night. But not there, not now, where Parker makes a small, keen noise into her mouth, shuddering into Angel. ]
[ She turns up to her, a needy little press, but makes sure to leave herself out and open with her shoulders pushed back and her chest up into her hands as she goes to undo the clothes. Plain and obvious that she's far too keen on the idea, goading her with the brush of her teeth against her lips. Barely any restraint to it, or a care to be so.
Because if there is anywhere that Parker makes up for her teasing, it's that she enjoys it far too much when she gets gripped at pulled at. Something solid and purposeful to it. The little, hitched gasp of a sound she makes into Parker's mouth when she's pulled in close. Pressing into her hard, so eager to for her to get her hands everywhere. Adores so much how Parker touches her, makes the heat pool in her limbs, makes her languid and eager.
[ Slow kissing might just be one of Parker's greatest weaknesses and Angel indulges her so often she might just as well become an addict to it. She lets go of the kiss, just barely, a reluctant pull for air. Breathes, a little faster, hot against her mouth, wet lips already red from her teeth and tongue. Presses another quick one to her lips, lowering her eyes without moving her face from Angel, foreheads touching, to watch her fingers pull on her shirt. Overly complicated problem for someone that is as distracted as Parker is.
She tilts her head to graze her teeth on her neck, slow path with her lips to her ear, where she takes the lobe in to her mouth, all tease. It is, after all, the best part, the foreplay, the way she can go from zero and slowly escalate to one hundred. She breathes against it, whispering. ]
Tell me what you want.
[ She knows well what she wants, but there is nothing like Angel telling her what she really wants, telling her what to do, because her words are always so carefully picked and she knows, oh, she knows very well she can do anything with her voice and her words and it makes her heart beat faster.
At least the shirt is done with, and Parker doesn't bother to take it off, instead slipping her hand back up under the fabric, up her soft skin, walking over her ribs and settling where she has long learned she likes very much, supple and soft under her inquisitive hand, not squeezing too tight but definitely letting her know that she absolutely loves to touch her there. ]
[ It is just that, and she keens for it, leaning into her, curving up. Neck exposed to her, pressing her chest in her hold, and it's fair, for all she does in return to Parker, how often she whispers awful things to her. But for a second all she cares about is the hand settled at her breast, feels it dart through her. Where Parker doesn't pull it off she does, so eager to touch as much of her as she can. To be touched, more exactly. Pulls off the loose material and -- she's got a fondness for different things and what she's wearing is needlessly pretty. It's pale lace, picked it up some planet ago, because maybe she likes looking nice for herself, likes the ownership that comes with it.
Likes looking nice for Parker, too, when it's just them.
Inhales heavy, but voice barely goes outside of the space between them, a push there, then a retreat as she ghosts the words at her lips, pressing up into her hands as the material finally pulls off her shoulders. Ebbing there just against her, eyes down to where Parker's hand has settled on her. ]
You - [ utterly, utterly, utterly. Her but - everything. The way Angel can't see just one thing, sees too many things, always her. Present to it all, without end. Wants her to never go. Shuts her eyes tight, because it's as much speaking, willing herself into the notion. Her hands come up to settle against Parker's shoulders. Leading them back against the bed as she leans. ] - Your fingers, your mouth, your eyes. [ She means it in some obscene way - the bitter taste of salt on their skin. She tries to pretend she's not, but she's already so easy to her. So open. ] I want your mouth on my skin until I cry for it and your fingers pressing into me and - [ swallows, wants her in some holy together way, and she shivers, like it is just that. ] I want you when I can't say your name but all I can do is look at you and [ what she means, what she means, what she means. ] All of you, I want all of you.
[ She smooths out and across her shoulders, breathing quick hot breaths against the small shared space. It means too much, she knows it does, but their making up for something, or letting go and she just can't care about anything else but this right now. Because she can't give her some far off point, but she can give her this second. ]
[ Parker really likes it when Angel looks nice for her. It is not like she doesn't look nice all the time, she does, too much, to the point where Parker barely catches herself gazing at Angel across the room with her chin on her hand, just watching carefully her delicate lines and pretty looks. But it's different, this, the way she wears certain things. Like the pretty wrapping of a gift (she wouldn't want to think of Angel that way, but sometimes, her more impulsive nature makes her do as such-- she is more, but in that moment, that is all she has the capacity to process. So she looks, looks and looks so very impressed and enchanted and kind of lost.
Then, pulls her eyes back up, to her, when she speaks and all those words she knows so well how to manipulate, words that make her weak and hot. Feels her throat dry. Licks her lips as she speaks, doesn't break eye contact once. Steps closer into her, likes the arms around her, likes to be close.
She has nothing to say, because she can't; there is nothing to say to that, after all.
Parker leans down to press a kiss to her lips, shuddering breath. ] You'll be the death of me one of these days. [ Still a whisper and in that moment, it is thoughtless, but the irony could cut through air if it had been intentional.
Kisses her again, harder this time, as her hands go to her thighs. Pulls her up, little prompt to get her to put them around her waist, to then carry them on to the bed. Kneels on it, before gently lowering them both on the mattress. Still kissing her as she does, laying between her legs slowly, keeping her thighs around her hips. Not much to it, other than a slow roll against Angel's. ]
[ It's worth it, every time, when Parker stops like that, just looks at her, and she holds herself still - because it's different to how anyone else did. Not fear or possession but like she's something else, and she stretches herself out under her gaze, head tilting up to brush the tip of her nose against Parker's, daring almost for her to do something about it all.
Because right now - this is everything. The world does not exist outside of this room, and she grins reckless and sweet, teeth catching at her lip as her legs wrapped around her, arms draped over her to keep herself up. She can't promise much about it but - ] I'll make it slow.
[ A laughing indulgence as the bed comes up against her back and the second she has the space to move she arches up into her - because nothing feels as good as the weight of Parker settling between her legs, solid and right and there. Hums, happy indulgence. The edge taken off the ache off of before. She'd died, and it didn't matter, because dying meant that she could have more than she ever thought she could. Wrapped up together like this - everything that became of them before and after was worth it. ]
[ Sometimes, she wishes she could say how much she likes it when Angel gets her hands all over her. How she wraps so tight and Parker seeks refuge in it. How it feels so good to have her arch up into her like that. But Parker has never had the talent for it, so instead she just makes little sounds and shifts into her touch every time she lets her have it. Leans back to kiss her cheek gently, nuzzling against her neck. Stays there for a while, too, because it is so comfortable and nice and warm in there, their little cocoon of quietude. All riled up, no doubt, but still-- safe.
She breathes through her nose, smiling against her skin. Eyes closed as she keeps her arms around Angel's waist; like that, they're so close it could almost be suffocating, but it isn't. Arms around her shoulders and holding her close and Parker feels like there is very little that could compare to that. ]
Thanks?
[ She hums against her skin, cheeky, and peels herself back, but just a little. Enough to be able to look at her face, forearm next to Angel's head to hold herself up slightly. ]
I could make it slow too. [ Parker brings the hand still on her back to her hip, pinning her down gently underneath her. Looking, watching, always, into those big blue eyes of her. Moves a fraction more against her, grinding slow and excruciatingly close. ] If you want?
[ And her voice is raspy and all heavy when she says it, leaning down to kiss her slowly as her hand brushes her hair behind her ear. Slow and teasing as well, but light, a stark contrast to the way her hips grind down against Angel's, and it is doing more to her than she thought it would, spurring her forward into it, coiling heat in her belly. ]
[ The breath seizes her quick, head going back and the pressure is just - so - so there. An impossible set of edges. The carefulness of her fingers at her hair, and the warm press of her body into her as she whines light and soft for it. She's so easy to it, heat taking the path of least resistance through her.
When she looks up, hands sweeping down her back, lips pressing together where her mouth is dry. A slow exhale on easy parted lips. Red and wet with kissing her. ] I want you to do whatever you want to me, anything it is you feel like.
[ her eyes up and searching, her fingers sweep up, threading into her hair as she pulls her close. Almost, but not quite and it's an offer. They don't have forever. Less than even that. They've got now, this, and she can't be hers, of course she can't in a gripping sought of way a long time ago when her veins had been burning, she would never belong so much again.
But she can for this, this right now. All promise, all give, all pliant open part of her body up against her. ] Anything.
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Her hands sweep up her back, fingers splayed wide and she swells with a deep breath - it's so tempting to roll her back now in a curled tight impatience and greed. But she bites her lip, stills the want, and nods slowly. ]
Alright.
[ It's an agony, to peel her fingers away, to drop her hands onto the ground, but it's as much as she can do, trapped there under Parker. Her eyes looking up at her face, patiently waiting for her to move off of her. Not in any hurry, regardless. ]
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Oh, yeah. Right. Needs to move.
Parker finds herself feeling silly and fumbles slightly. Nods again to Angel, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. She moves away from her, slow and steady, up to her feet, holding both her hands down for Angel to take them. Tugs her up, close, breathing a little shakily. Kisses her again. Just one more, before they have to go out in public.
Little dumb shy thing. ]
Meet me there?
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Sinks down back to flat feet and nods the once. ]
Can't go down the stairs like everyone else? [ Smiles, brief, teasing before she disentangles herself. ] See you soon.
[ Wonders which way is honestly quicker, but for all her worry about Angel being part of the hive, Angel herself fretted at the way she threw herself around so openly. ]
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She gives her a little wave before she sets off; quick, makes it look easy as she leaps over the railings and slides down the steep roof of the building. Slides too fast, or looks like it, but it is with years of training that Parker knows well when to push up and jump across the roof to the next one, further down with a considerable distance.
It doesn't take long for Parker to disappear from sight. She seldom needs the spine in her to absorb impacts, so well practiced she is in the art of parkour, years and years of it under her belt, every day trying to become a little better.
Her competitive nature comes out easily, and she makes a point of getting there as fast as she can, as if to prove to Angel her reasoning to not to take the stairs. Faster and quieter, running through unfamiliar land, alien and strange, but something she has grown used through the space and time they have traveled with the hive.
So, basically, Parker is a child that will try to get to the finishing line before Angel and doesn't even have the decency of using the front door, slipping through the open window of her room. Energized from it, better in her mind to have cleared it out with her athletics. Helps, a little. Not as much as Angel does, but enough for the moment. Plops down on the window sill to pull off her boots already. ]
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She goes then, and she doesn't really expect to beat her back, but she's still quick. Heading back towards her room -- and isn't even slightly surprised when she finds Parker already there. Some half formed threat that goes no further than another roll of her eyes, that one day she will just shut that window on one of these planets.
She shuts the door behind her with a click, locking it pointedly. Parker cares a great deal more than she does sometimes about such different things. She turns back to her, dropping her jacket by the door as she comes further into the small room. ]
Making yourself at home?
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Parker already has her boots off when Angel gets there, jacket left on the back of a chair, wearing only her loose white top, always simple and monochrome colours for her. She looks up from her bottle, water-like liquid with a honey aftertaste. Good enough for an alien planet. Smiles around it and puts the lid back on, setting it on the desk next to her. ]
Yeah.
[ She leans back on the window sill, fingers around it as she shrugs her shoulders a little. Her collarbone dips with the position, bringing to view a very clear mark down her neck, a memory for not many days ago left by Angel (not that she minds, might just as well be kind of happy with the mark left by her). ]
You took long.
[ Not a complaint, but rather a tease, eyebrow arching slightly. See? Stairs are useless. ]
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Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right?
[ Counters light and airy as she -- doesn't quite come closer to Parker, deliberately so. Rather, she might have just taken her damn time in particular, except not really, because she was just as impatient sometimes. Kept it to herself, most of the time, she just found it exceptionally easy to selfish where Parker was concerned, and Parker didn't seem to mind in the slightest. ]
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Her fingers drum against the window sill as Angel does not seem to move an inch and she holds out for a second, before pushing herself off from it, walking over to Angel because she knows well that, although Parker is stubborn, when it comes to her, she is the most flexible person in the world and willing to do her bidding.
And also because she has no control over her impatience.
But at least she keeps her hands to herself, slipping on the back pocket of her black jeans. Leans just a little to kiss her cheek gently, nosing along the jaw without touching too much, just barely there. ]
Are you thirsty or hungry? I can get something if you want.
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No, I'm alright.
[ Turns, and there's something so satisfying when she leans in just enough to brush the tip of her nose against the mark she'd left. ] You? Sure that running didn't tire you out?
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She smiles a little to herself when she feels Angel nose at her collarbone and turns her face in to her hair, letting it tickle her nose. Wants to put her arms around her shoulders, but she is being stubborn for the sake of being a brat. At least she does not withhold other affections, like pressing a little kiss to the side of her head, before planting her cheek there. Breathes softly, eyes closing as she enjoys the moment. Simple and calm and painless, for once. Can forget about the sadness for a little while. Short, but worth it. ]
Are you saying I tire easily?
[ Mock offense to her tone, though it is more neutral, so much she sounds like she is genuinely posing a question. ]
I mean, I know you try to test my limits often, but I think you lose all the time? If I'm not mistaken?
[ Okay, that is openly mocking, yeah. ]
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But it's so, so easy to be awful when she's allowed to. Teeth catching on her lip, and she always used her words, always so carefully, and used to using them, but maybe not quite like this. Not with such immediate results, and there's more to using them than just saying them she's found out. Her head turning up to brush her lips at her ear, voice inviting.
An agreement, but with cost. Because she knows particularly what her words do. ]
You mean when I'm under you, breathing like you made me run for it? [ warm and close and inviting. It's not like either of them had much patience sometimes, but then again - ] When I can't say anything else but sigh your name out and I can't stand up and I'm shaking from hanging onto you so hard?
[ It wasn't like either of them to back down when they were stuck on something either. ]
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It is a very sweet death of sorts. ]
Uhm. Maybe?
[ Good counter tease.
But while she is not one for words, Parker can at least rely on her gestures and actions to give something back. She gives in first, slipping one hand against her neck as she leans her head back and away from her hot breath. Shudders, as she does, and tilts her face towards her gently. Licks her lower lip, biting at the corner of it. ]
You don't play fair at all.
[ Accusatory, but good natured. She might not mind so much that Angel is the way she does what she does. Might even enjoy it a little bit. Gives her a soft kiss on her forehead for it, because she can and because she wants to. ]
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Maybe. [ But then again, she's worse than not fair. She can be downright awful when she wants to be - not that anyone but Parker would know it. It's been years, and it's more honest these days, but she'd never stop being particular in how she presents herself. ] But I think it might be worse if I told you how much I wanted you to push me down on the meeting table.
[ That, she says, with her eyes flicking up, bright and teasing. Nails in the coffin. She would always be frail, she knows that now. She'd never be able to keep up to how, say, Parker or Steve threw themselves around, but she had her own way of winning when she wanted to. ]
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What an awful little thing she can be, leaving Parker bared and defenseless. ]
Come on. [ Kind of a begging for her to stop teasing her so much. Because she can not handle that. At all.
Slipping a hand around her, against the small of her back, she leans into her. All too close to be mistaken for anything else. Starts walking with her carefully, holding her close so that neither of them trips. ]
I can make it up to you now, if you want.
[ Spoken close to her lips, but still not touching them at all. ]
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this is why you should come to meetings.She goes, stepping back easily, her head going back in an all too obvious enjoyment of the scratch of Parker's nail, her throat exposed, vulnerable and pleased. She liked working her up, even if only like this. Nothing but mischief, bright and gleaming and sweet inside her mouth. Push and pull dance that she's all too used to and knows the steps easily on. ]
Really? How are you going to do that?
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She keeps pushing back, until they are close enough to the bed they have been sharing in half secret for as long as they have been on this planet. It is then she stops, looking at her eyes, still not kissing but far too close for them to not to. Still, she holds her ground. ]
I'll let you be the judge of that.
[ And then she finally gives in, because she always gives in faster than Angel does, tilting her head to press a kiss to her lips-- not too much, just enough, parting her lips around hers but as an invitation rather than making herself a guest. ]
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Mm. Looking forward to it.
[ She looks forward to it, turning up into her kiss, her mouth parting in a sharp inhale as she tilts at the angle, pressing them together comes so easy now. The invitation she takes without hesitation and gives as often. Parker might keep it to herself, keep this all secret, but Angel never bothered to hide much of her appreciation or wanting. Eagerly pushing into her. ]
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As her head tilts in to the kiss, Parker brushes her hand lower, behind Angel, until her fingers settle gentle but greedy, just above the crease of where her thigh meets her rear. Tugs her closer like that as she pushes into her, doesn't need that much encouragement in that sense, as she is already close enough. Might not be possible to get closer, but she is sure both of them are going to try anyway. Eyes closed in pure bliss of the moment, slipping her tongue slow and hot in to her mouth, hungry for it but paced.
Her hand trails low, down her neck to the center of her chest, not once breaking the kiss nor having to look to what she is doing. Fingers already practiced in this as she begin to unbutton Angel's shirt, but distracted by her lips and her scent and her warmth anyway, so it is slow and almost clumsy the way she does it, following her lips, breathing a little more hitched as one kiss breaks into another, and another, and it is an infinite loop of sweetness that Parker drinks in, drowns in, needs so much of.
She was not lying, when she had broken down. Begged her to stay because she needed her and that much was true. Needed her, because she was the only thing she had to push back her loneliness and her ache, even if she was the worst thing she had to make her guilt rip through her when she is quiet and lays awake at night. But not there, not now, where Parker makes a small, keen noise into her mouth, shuddering into Angel. ]
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Because if there is anywhere that Parker makes up for her teasing, it's that she enjoys it far too much when she gets gripped at pulled at. Something solid and purposeful to it. The little, hitched gasp of a sound she makes into Parker's mouth when she's pulled in close. Pressing into her hard, so eager to for her to get her hands everywhere. Adores so much how Parker touches her, makes the heat pool in her limbs, makes her languid and eager.
Feels good to touch, to want, just as it is. ]
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She tilts her head to graze her teeth on her neck, slow path with her lips to her ear, where she takes the lobe in to her mouth, all tease. It is, after all, the best part, the foreplay, the way she can go from zero and slowly escalate to one hundred. She breathes against it, whispering. ]
Tell me what you want.
[ She knows well what she wants, but there is nothing like Angel telling her what she really wants, telling her what to do, because her words are always so carefully picked and she knows, oh, she knows very well she can do anything with her voice and her words and it makes her heart beat faster.
At least the shirt is done with, and Parker doesn't bother to take it off, instead slipping her hand back up under the fabric, up her soft skin, walking over her ribs and settling where she has long learned she likes very much, supple and soft under her inquisitive hand, not squeezing too tight but definitely letting her know that she absolutely loves to touch her there. ]
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Likes looking nice for Parker, too, when it's just them.
Inhales heavy, but voice barely goes outside of the space between them, a push there, then a retreat as she ghosts the words at her lips, pressing up into her hands as the material finally pulls off her shoulders. Ebbing there just against her, eyes down to where Parker's hand has settled on her. ]
You - [ utterly, utterly, utterly. Her but - everything. The way Angel can't see just one thing, sees too many things, always her. Present to it all, without end. Wants her to never go. Shuts her eyes tight, because it's as much speaking, willing herself into the notion. Her hands come up to settle against Parker's shoulders. Leading them back against the bed as she leans. ] - Your fingers, your mouth, your eyes. [ She means it in some obscene way - the bitter taste of salt on their skin. She tries to pretend she's not, but she's already so easy to her. So open. ] I want your mouth on my skin until I cry for it and your fingers pressing into me and - [ swallows, wants her in some holy together way, and she shivers, like it is just that. ] I want you when I can't say your name but all I can do is look at you and [ what she means, what she means, what she means. ] All of you, I want all of you.
[ She smooths out and across her shoulders, breathing quick hot breaths against the small shared space. It means too much, she knows it does, but their making up for something, or letting go and she just can't care about anything else but this right now. Because she can't give her some far off point, but she can give her this second. ]
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Then, pulls her eyes back up, to her, when she speaks and all those words she knows so well how to manipulate, words that make her weak and hot. Feels her throat dry. Licks her lips as she speaks, doesn't break eye contact once. Steps closer into her, likes the arms around her, likes to be close.
She has nothing to say, because she can't; there is nothing to say to that, after all.
Parker leans down to press a kiss to her lips, shuddering breath. ] You'll be the death of me one of these days. [ Still a whisper and in that moment, it is thoughtless, but the irony could cut through air if it had been intentional.
Kisses her again, harder this time, as her hands go to her thighs. Pulls her up, little prompt to get her to put them around her waist, to then carry them on to the bed. Kneels on it, before gently lowering them both on the mattress. Still kissing her as she does, laying between her legs slowly, keeping her thighs around her hips. Not much to it, other than a slow roll against Angel's. ]
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Because right now - this is everything. The world does not exist outside of this room, and she grins reckless and sweet, teeth catching at her lip as her legs wrapped around her, arms draped over her to keep herself up. She can't promise much about it but - ] I'll make it slow.
[ A laughing indulgence as the bed comes up against her back and the second she has the space to move she arches up into her - because nothing feels as good as the weight of Parker settling between her legs, solid and right and there. Hums, happy indulgence. The edge taken off the ache off of before. She'd died, and it didn't matter, because dying meant that she could have more than she ever thought she could. Wrapped up together like this - everything that became of them before and after was worth it. ]
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She breathes through her nose, smiling against her skin. Eyes closed as she keeps her arms around Angel's waist; like that, they're so close it could almost be suffocating, but it isn't. Arms around her shoulders and holding her close and Parker feels like there is very little that could compare to that. ]
Thanks?
[ She hums against her skin, cheeky, and peels herself back, but just a little. Enough to be able to look at her face, forearm next to Angel's head to hold herself up slightly. ]
I could make it slow too. [ Parker brings the hand still on her back to her hip, pinning her down gently underneath her. Looking, watching, always, into those big blue eyes of her. Moves a fraction more against her, grinding slow and excruciatingly close. ] If you want?
[ And her voice is raspy and all heavy when she says it, leaning down to kiss her slowly as her hand brushes her hair behind her ear. Slow and teasing as well, but light, a stark contrast to the way her hips grind down against Angel's, and it is doing more to her than she thought it would, spurring her forward into it, coiling heat in her belly. ]
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When she looks up, hands sweeping down her back, lips pressing together where her mouth is dry. A slow exhale on easy parted lips. Red and wet with kissing her. ] I want you to do whatever you want to me, anything it is you feel like.
[ her eyes up and searching, her fingers sweep up, threading into her hair as she pulls her close. Almost, but not quite and it's an offer. They don't have forever. Less than even that. They've got now, this, and she can't be hers, of course she can't in a gripping sought of way a long time ago when her veins had been burning, she would never belong so much again.
But she can for this, this right now. All promise, all give, all pliant open part of her body up against her. ] Anything.
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