[ 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.
[ And where Angel cannot be hers, Parker gives herself easily, doesn't even realize she does. The way Angel can so quickly take hold of her - the fact that Parker not only allows it but wants it - should tell her that, but she does not pay attention to it, all of her focus on her. The part of her red lips, her hot breath, her movement of her body, and, god, her words. Makes Parker hot and bothered and her heart beats faster because she wants to give her everything she asks for. Her hips slowly stop, tilting her head sweetly to Angel's fingers in her hair.
She looks at her for a while, quiet and appreciative. ]
I want to make you come. [ And it is raw and unhinged and doesn't have the finesse of her words. But is is honest and open. And while she speaks, her hand slips from her hip between her legs, over her center, moving fingers in a rough but not aggressive way. ] I want your taste in my mouth. I want you tight around my fingers. I want you to want me back.
[ Her fingers stop, she keeps her eyes on Angel. Kisses her so hard, breathing through her nose. ]
[ Her teeth scrape across her lip, rolling into the pressure off Parker's fingers, eyes shutting tightly and the words are an easy wash over her. Keen little noise she presses into her mouth when she's kissed, wanton and high. Needily pressing up into it, once and then again. Bucking into the grind of her hand, a trapped heat evident enough through clothes. Never sick of being touched, never sick of being kissed. The open shudder of her mind that the contact brings, where they are never more blurred than when they are this. Breathing in on Parker's exhale, strings to be pulled, to pull in return. Equal and even reaction that she uses again.
Happy enough to give over to her words, she'd asked, hadn't she? So there's a planned motion to the movements. Wrapping her arms tightly around her, planting her feet flat against the bed and she pushes up against Parker to roll her back - a thought in her mind half a second before she does it. A movement practised a dozen times in training that she likes this use more, she decides.
Gets Parker down, hands planting by her head on the bed as she peers down at her with a smile. ] I can do that.
[ One second where she's poised on top of her, and then she's following through. An effort to peel herself away, but does it in a slow clamber backwards until she's both feet back on the floor. Back straightened, and she stretches herself out then.
Because it's not so much about being watched so much as Parker watching her. Miming, practising at being - something like Moxxi. She'd say something like it's all in the tease. Draw it out long and slow. So she takes a breath as she fixes her eyes on Parker, watching her reactions as she moves. Bit by bit, doing as she's told.
Shirt, first, where it's hanging loose on her shoulders. Already undone, and she drops it the rest of the way in a roll of her shoulders back so it falls to hook at her elbows, then sliding down her arms to hang loose at one wrist and then the other as she tugged it off to fall in a pile on the ground.
Shoes then, stepping on the heel of them to tug them off, socks after it. Flicking them off to the corner of the room, a messy quick action that's almost loud to the relative quiet of the room. A shake then, and it's not nerves so much, rather, there's something to this that she likes. Making herself bare like this, that means when she looks up, her eyes are on Parker sharp and warm and doesn't even bother to look at what she's doing when she finds the set of her belt, getting it undone in quick economical motions and wriggling it down her hips. A rustle as it pools at her feet and she steps out from and closer back towards her.
Her bare feet are bare on the carpet. It's nothing - Parker hasn't seen before, markings like rivers that settled against her hips - secrets so much as that, where they curve up the inside of her thigh, sweep over her breast in a line that ends it a series of dots. Things only she knew. Just theirs, just belonging to this. Hovers just in front of her when she reaches up for the straps on her bra, smoothing up over her shoulders, the pale stretch of lace that is nothing but novelty before hooking her thumb over one side to tug it down. Pointless really. Except that it's exactly the point, still looking at her, still undressing for her, just her. As she takes the second to tug up behind her and get the clasp undone ( too long to practise getting that as smooth as other women seemed to be able to - but right now it's easy ).
One second, where she crosses her arm over her chest like it even mattered at this point, to drop the scrap of lace away from her. Another step closer once it's gone, so easily within reach now, looking down at Parker still nowhere else, never anywhere else. Parker might have been shy of it but Angel never had been, never an interest in hiding when she thought of her. The difference maybe is that she does know so much of the pull she has not because of anything Parker says, but because she's here right now and her hand drops to catch on the waistband of her underwear, hooking her fingers at its edge and begins to tug it down. Slow, slow, slow, a sharp exhale of breath that's wanting - getting to her, more than it should. A give and take of control, she can feel all the way down. All spiking heat so evident on the flush of her skin and the taste of all her thought. ]
[ Well, she wasn't expecting that at all. Parker is still kissing her when Angel moves and pushes her off of her way too easily (strong as she is, Parker's talent has never been hand-to-hand combat anyway, so it's not like overpowering is particularly hard, but honestly, she was not expecting it). She makes a pitiful little sound of surprise as she's rolled over, jerking slightly, clearly caught off guard, before hitting the bed. Stares at her with eyebrows arched, not quite believing what had just happened, and then laughs a little, kind of embarrassed by the ease Angel managed to turn them around.
And then that one moment of pure want. Just laying there under her, staring at her and she is almost a completely different person. Her face grows soft, young, easy, eyes bright. Doesn't have that constant tired look on her. Flushed skin and an easy smile on her pink lips. Looks her age, for once. Looks-- happy. It is just in that one moment, looking up to Angel. Makes her feel warm and wanted. Watching, just that.
Then she is crawling away and Parker leans on her elbows, tilting her head to her. Slowly, though, slowly it dawns on her what she is doing and she quickly becomes much less languid and more alert, sitting up a little bit straighter, licking her suddenly dry lips. Can't-- can't peel her eyes off of her. Watching and doesn't want to blink one second, mouth half open. There's something about the way she does it that just nearly drives her up the walls. Too slow. Too good. Her fingers curl around the edge of the bed and it takes all of her self control to not to grab on to her and burrow against her. Jesus. It's doing things to her she never thought possible. It doesn't help, what she's wearing. Tease, tease, tease. And a whole lot of power she has over Parker without her noticing.
Parker's eyes follow her every move, breathing a little faster. Keeps where she is, until Angel is too close for her to resist it. Reaches out, grabbing her wrists, following down to her fingers where they hook on the underwear and slips her own around them. Pulls down, kissing her leg and hip as she does, letting them pull around her feet. Keeps kissing her skin, hands wrapping around the back of her thighs, burrowing against her warm belly. Slow, languid kisses against the marks, tongue and teeth gentle in their approach. Up, then lower, just under her navel, nosing there before looking up to her. ]
You comfortable? [ Tugs her closer, kissing close, very close to the crease of her thigh, just under the hipbone. Takes her hand into hers, guiding it to her shoulder, the other to her lips, kissing her knuckles. ] Wanna hold on to me?
[ Because apparently Parker has decided she likes the view from there and can't wait longer. Impatient little thing. ]
[ There's the curl of something so tight in her for the way she's watched. It makes her breath come short, it makes the heat pool so low in her. Pointedly so, she knows what it is now, and she wants her to touch her so much - such a need to have her hands all over her that she doesn't bother to hide it when Parker's mouth brushes against her skin and she whimpers low and sweet as her eyes tightly shut for one shuddering second where it is just too much. Letting her hands be guided, rolling herself closer easily.
Or at least mostly, Parker is so, so careful with her but right now - with so much between them, she doesn't care so much about careful and she just wants. Wants and wants and wants. Opens her eyes, flick of her tongue against her lips and words aren't quite what comes up then. Rather she guides in return, what Parker had asked for she's set on fulfilling.
Takes Parker's hand in return, setting it back to her hip, and pressing it flat as she guides down, down, down. Around the inside of her thigh and it couldn't be more pointed than that. It's more than that, because god she's -- aching for her. Shameless part of her lips that's an easy noise just for half the pressure she's craving. Just - just there. Voice is a creak of a thing, half as loud as the rustle of clothes as they dropped to the floor. ] I want you.
[ Pointed, the hand on her shoulder curls into her shoulder, nails biting in. Eyes looking down on her, still. ]
Parker follows with her eyes the way Angel guides her hand, letting it easy and light, swallowing dry as it passes between her thighs. She stares at it for a second before looking up to her, slow, purposeful drag of her fingers along her. ]
You have me already.
[ She says in a whisper, leaning against her. Kisses the skin of her stomach again, but doesn't stop there, slow descent of lips, down her waist, thigh, and around, finding her way to one of her favourite spots, right between her legs. Parker presses her hand to the inside of her thigh, gentle little nudge to get them further apart. Her eyes slip closed, her hands drag her near. There is a shudder when her nails dig into her skin, loves that, the physical transformation of her desire.
She waits, for one second. Lets her hang there. Then, just a tilt of her head and she parts her mouth over her, gathers slick with her tongue, slow, slow, so slow, the wet and warm drag of it all over her, until she presses where Angel wants it - well, almost. Cocks her head a little more for a better angle, drawing every word in the dictionary against her in slow, delicious torture. Around her clit, then more often on it, more pointed than she usually is - not to rush it, but to comply with Angel's needs and wants. Wants her hot and unhinged quicker to give her all she demands from Parker. ]
Edited (ok this is a proper non half aslee reply) 2016-06-21 11:44 (UTC)
[ The sound is soft, quiet, as Parker draws her fingers over where she's aching for her. Expected, quite probably, she has never hesitated in showing her appreciation, physical or vocal, is as much now. Setting her weight a little bit firmer. Not sure about holding herself, because she knows Parker was too right in her tease. She was too quick to go weak, soft and panting. No tolerance for this and she didn't want it, really, never wants to get sick of this.
Going at the gesture, her legs shifting and instead prompts her knee up at the edge of the bed, holding herself better. Rather she didn't quite lean completely on her if only so she can move more and have more space and -- there. Her head rolls back, gasping up and out in a too loud noise. Never, never wants to get sick of Parker's eloquence in this, and Angel would insist on it that one of them was clever with their words and it certainly wasn't her. Her hand drawing up her own side and then down again to rest on Parker's other shoulder in a quick gesture. Feeling her skin jump in response, the flutter of muscles under her skin in sharp coil in. Because normally it's -- quick, quick to be wrecked like technicals shattering into each other. Parker knew far too well what she was doing, more so than Angel did.
Or rather she still does, for Angel to think it was anything less than purposeful. This is - slow, drawn out, she can't open her eyes for it either, it's just almost - almost - almost. Does its effect all the same, as she takes a deep, shuddering breath in. A hum to follow it, all appreciation. Just extended there, at her mercy in this like nothing else. Fair was fair, she was all too aware of the power she had over Parker at times like this, to not be at the same sort of mercy. ]
[ It is not the best nor most comfortable position in the world, but Parker doesn't care to be comfortable right then. No, all she is focused on is Angel's voice and pleasure and the way she holds on tight. There is an ease to it when she shifts her knee up, and Parker tugs her that little bit closer to fit against her better.
She knows well, by now, what she likes best or what to do to get her riled up and she is not shy in using that knowledge. Leans away after a second, can only taste Angel in her tongue and it gets her shuddering for it. Smooths a hand over her stomach as she looks up to her, little smile in seeing the state she is in - part proud for being the one doing that, part happy for Angel to feel all of these things unabashedly, unafraid. Free.
It takes her a beat longer to lean back in, full of want; her lips latch around her and she takes in a long, drawled out stroke of her tongue against her. Her other hand grabs on to her hip, a bit too hard, enough to imprint pink and red on her skin, keeping her close in case she bucks away. Not taking her time, too greedy for Angel, too wanting, has more things in mind, and wants her hard and hot and weak.
Parker takes the hand from her thigh to travel down her leg and around, to one of those on her shoulder. Slips her fingers around her wrist, gentle and soft point of contact, always needy for it. It is unlike the way she sucks around her, hard, pale skin red and shivering with want, thighs pressing close together with want. Head tilted so that her hair falls slightly over her eyes, but non-stopping in her ministrations, chasing every high pitched gaps, every shudder, every grip on her shoulders. ]
[ It gets an easy quick response when she pulls away, looking down at her and she can't quite manage words, just a needy whine when she parts from her. There's colour high in her cheeks, her mouth is dry that she has to swallow down and it's nothing at all to how slick she is. Trying not to give into base need to draw her back, because nothing feels as good as Parker's mouth warm against her. Following each of her gestures, careful that she's not missing a cue, but eager, with the pulse sharp.
Then she gets it, gets her not slow, not the drag of Parker's tongue and lips over her and it's suddenly so much harder to stand up than it was. Shoots on every nerve and she can't move too much, back or forward, stuck in the crux point between her set of Parker's hands on her hip, almost painful, to the quick movement of her mouth and the cry of Parker's name is sharp, falling from her lips, high and quick and over itself again. An assortment of little sensations, of Parker's hair tickling against her skin, the impossibly gentle feel of the hand at her wrist. It's all without much mercy and it wrecks her in the way that has always kept her here where some days they might be better off staying away from each other.
Because every bad second was nothing to how she turns a live wire of light, conducted easily. Her hand moves up to the short of Parker's hair at the back fo her neck, grasping into, to draw her up. She's so easy to it, doesn't take much time at all until Parker becomes the only reason she's standing up, hanging onto her like she's the only solid thing to her dissipating reality as she becomes just a series of abstract to her own mind, the long high moans that are a broken litany of Parker's name and fitful gasps of air sucked in deep. Watching her in the short bursts that she can stand the visceral nature of seeing Parker turned face up into her, where her tongue is everything she can stand to thick about next to just how wet she is, about as much as she can stand when she shuts her eyes again. Not a long game, like this, the bone-deep curl of heat that is in mind as well as body. ]
[ The way she holds her down is almost cruel, but there is nothing but softness for her. Keeps her there, close, not an inch apart. Parker has no intentions of stopping, doesn't care to, likes doing this too much to want to take a break from it. Likes her taste coating her mouth too much, her softness against her lips, the hot and slick feeling on her tongue, the way her fingers hold on so tight it almost hurts (does, barely, the way she doesn't even manage to understand what she is doing).
Parker doesn't get too shy about it either. Angel brings her fingers into her hair and she shivers, moaning against her. Likes the way she pulls on it, how she pulls her closer, draws her more and Parker complies easy, parting her lips with her tongue to draw slow circles around her when she can feel her breath hitch, slowing down as if she wants her to drive her insane with tease. Just this once, though. Then she is back to nuzzling her face between her legs, going faster and harder and merciless on her. Can feel herself growing hotter just from hearing her name so high and sweet in Angel's voice. Likes giving her head far too much, she finds-- and also finds that it doesn't bother her the least, this tiny fact.
Parker moves her hand from her wrist to the back of her leg, the other still firm around her hip. A safety as she buries against her, can feel her coming closer and she wants to ride her over that edge, not just skittering by. Doesn't want her to feel like she has to hold back, knows it's not the most confident of positions when your knees buckle, so she keeps her up, doesn't let her off the hook. And since she is a lot safer like that, Parker presses back against where she likes the most, where she is so sensitive it might just as well hurt, but she knows well how to work around it, only wants to feed her pleasure, until it swells and she can't hold back anymore. Whimpers against her, to the way she feels, to the fingers in her hair-- to the warmth all of this engulfs her tiny shielded heart in. ]
[ It's the vulnerability really - that gets her. Something she finds hard to let go of, too long gripping onto the little bits of herself to keep it whole. But like this - there isn't anything else but to feel it, to be caught and held. Not even so much as to rock against the curve of her mouth against her.
Rather there isn't much else but to feel it. Her nails scratching merciless up her shoulders as she's teased, demanding pull because she can't do much else. Can only feel how slick she is, open and pleading in breathless gasps for air. Right up until she gets it and there isn't anything to counter it. Sears sharp up her spine feels the shake in her limbs but she can't do anything against it. Nothing but to feel it, and it's not kind. It runs her through, strings her out and she's never had any walls up against it. Little escalating noises where she's not quiet, she's never been, hint enough as if the sharp burning sing of her mind wasn't enough.
Can't even manage her name then, because it does not skitter past her, just hits her low and hard. Her fingers curling sharply into her shoulder, half moon press of her nails into her shoulders, just hanging on then because she can't do much else, everything else escapes. ]
Please, please -
[ She's too busy locking herself, keeping the sharp sting of her abilities out of herself, to have any other walls and it does her utterly, that whimper she feels rather than hears that is the sweetest little vibration that she can't hold against. Calls out deep from the back of her throat as she comes, hard and messy against her mouth, a slick curling heat, holding onto her just to keep herself up. A tight curl of wires in her body, wound and wound and wound and it hurts because she doesn't know how to feel things so bright without them hurting. Wanting is an agony but having is a sweet kind of death. ]
[ Her shoulder turning red, and there will be hard marks for a long time on her skin that she is not quite sure she will be too shy to cover them or too proud to show them off. But nothing compares to the way Angel looses focus and shudders and her voice goes sweet and high and her words are barely words. She drags her closer with her hands at her begging, pulls closer, draws her tongue over her until she feels the snap. Parts her lips greedily around her when she comes, not letting go even as she rides it out, not slowing down one bit. Drives a harsh shiver down her spine, all red, uneasy breathing and it is almost like Angel was the one with her head between her thighs.
The sweetest thing, the softest touch, and Parker breathes through her nose hard only when she feels her tremble and weak, leaning back from her; near obscene, the way her slick sticks to her mouth, and she is careful to not to touch too much, watching her muscles tremble with a slightly smile. Presses a soft kiss to her belly, to the crease of her thigh, her hip, over and over, slow and methodical, like worshipping. Only then does she help her out, guiding her with her hands to her lap, getting her thighs to both side of hers. One hand slipping to the small of her back, the other to the top of her thigh, petting there but not idly. She kisses her collarbone softly, her neck, all red and breathing fast and still too clothed for all this but-- well, she does want to comply to Angel's request. And she had asked for more earlier on. ]
Okay? [ She asks, out of breath, pressing kisses to her lips, speaking directly against her mouth, doesn't want to pull back. Not to this-- to more. Her hand slowly slips between her legs again. Brushing against her still overly sensitive self, the tip of her fingers easily sliding over her wetness, but not pressing in yet. ] I can stop. I can wait.
[ But, god, she doesn't want to. At all. Just one more. ]
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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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She looks at her for a while, quiet and appreciative. ]
I want to make you come. [ And it is raw and unhinged and doesn't have the finesse of her words. But is is honest and open. And while she speaks, her hand slips from her hip between her legs, over her center, moving fingers in a rough but not aggressive way. ] I want your taste in my mouth. I want you tight around my fingers. I want you to want me back.
[ Her fingers stop, she keeps her eyes on Angel. Kisses her so hard, breathing through her nose. ]
Take your clothes off for me.
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Happy enough to give over to her words, she'd asked, hadn't she? So there's a planned motion to the movements. Wrapping her arms tightly around her, planting her feet flat against the bed and she pushes up against Parker to roll her back - a thought in her mind half a second before she does it. A movement practised a dozen times in training that she likes this use more, she decides.
Gets Parker down, hands planting by her head on the bed as she peers down at her with a smile. ] I can do that.
[ One second where she's poised on top of her, and then she's following through. An effort to peel herself away, but does it in a slow clamber backwards until she's both feet back on the floor. Back straightened, and she stretches herself out then.
Because it's not so much about being watched so much as Parker watching her. Miming, practising at being - something like Moxxi. She'd say something like it's all in the tease. Draw it out long and slow. So she takes a breath as she fixes her eyes on Parker, watching her reactions as she moves. Bit by bit, doing as she's told.
Shirt, first, where it's hanging loose on her shoulders. Already undone, and she drops it the rest of the way in a roll of her shoulders back so it falls to hook at her elbows, then sliding down her arms to hang loose at one wrist and then the other as she tugged it off to fall in a pile on the ground.
Shoes then, stepping on the heel of them to tug them off, socks after it. Flicking them off to the corner of the room, a messy quick action that's almost loud to the relative quiet of the room. A shake then, and it's not nerves so much, rather, there's something to this that she likes. Making herself bare like this, that means when she looks up, her eyes are on Parker sharp and warm and doesn't even bother to look at what she's doing when she finds the set of her belt, getting it undone in quick economical motions and wriggling it down her hips. A rustle as it pools at her feet and she steps out from and closer back towards her.
Her bare feet are bare on the carpet. It's nothing - Parker hasn't seen before, markings like rivers that settled against her hips - secrets so much as that, where they curve up the inside of her thigh, sweep over her breast in a line that ends it a series of dots. Things only she knew. Just theirs, just belonging to this. Hovers just in front of her when she reaches up for the straps on her bra, smoothing up over her shoulders, the pale stretch of lace that is nothing but novelty before hooking her thumb over one side to tug it down. Pointless really. Except that it's exactly the point, still looking at her, still undressing for her, just her. As she takes the second to tug up behind her and get the clasp undone ( too long to practise getting that as smooth as other women seemed to be able to - but right now it's easy ).
One second, where she crosses her arm over her chest like it even mattered at this point, to drop the scrap of lace away from her. Another step closer once it's gone, so easily within reach now, looking down at Parker still nowhere else, never anywhere else. Parker might have been shy of it but Angel never had been, never an interest in hiding when she thought of her. The difference maybe is that she does know so much of the pull she has not because of anything Parker says, but because she's here right now and her hand drops to catch on the waistband of her underwear, hooking her fingers at its edge and begins to tug it down. Slow, slow, slow, a sharp exhale of breath that's wanting - getting to her, more than it should. A give and take of control, she can feel all the way down. All spiking heat so evident on the flush of her skin and the taste of all her thought. ]
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And then that one moment of pure want. Just laying there under her, staring at her and she is almost a completely different person. Her face grows soft, young, easy, eyes bright. Doesn't have that constant tired look on her. Flushed skin and an easy smile on her pink lips. Looks her age, for once. Looks-- happy. It is just in that one moment, looking up to Angel. Makes her feel warm and wanted. Watching, just that.
Then she is crawling away and Parker leans on her elbows, tilting her head to her. Slowly, though, slowly it dawns on her what she is doing and she quickly becomes much less languid and more alert, sitting up a little bit straighter, licking her suddenly dry lips. Can't-- can't peel her eyes off of her. Watching and doesn't want to blink one second, mouth half open. There's something about the way she does it that just nearly drives her up the walls. Too slow. Too good. Her fingers curl around the edge of the bed and it takes all of her self control to not to grab on to her and burrow against her. Jesus. It's doing things to her she never thought possible. It doesn't help, what she's wearing. Tease, tease, tease. And a whole lot of power she has over Parker without her noticing.
Parker's eyes follow her every move, breathing a little faster. Keeps where she is, until Angel is too close for her to resist it. Reaches out, grabbing her wrists, following down to her fingers where they hook on the underwear and slips her own around them. Pulls down, kissing her leg and hip as she does, letting them pull around her feet. Keeps kissing her skin, hands wrapping around the back of her thighs, burrowing against her warm belly. Slow, languid kisses against the marks, tongue and teeth gentle in their approach. Up, then lower, just under her navel, nosing there before looking up to her. ]
You comfortable? [ Tugs her closer, kissing close, very close to the crease of her thigh, just under the hipbone. Takes her hand into hers, guiding it to her shoulder, the other to her lips, kissing her knuckles. ] Wanna hold on to me?
[ Because apparently Parker has decided she likes the view from there and can't wait longer. Impatient little thing. ]
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Or at least mostly, Parker is so, so careful with her but right now - with so much between them, she doesn't care so much about careful and she just wants. Wants and wants and wants. Opens her eyes, flick of her tongue against her lips and words aren't quite what comes up then. Rather she guides in return, what Parker had asked for she's set on fulfilling.
Takes Parker's hand in return, setting it back to her hip, and pressing it flat as she guides down, down, down. Around the inside of her thigh and it couldn't be more pointed than that. It's more than that, because god she's -- aching for her. Shameless part of her lips that's an easy noise just for half the pressure she's craving. Just - just there. Voice is a creak of a thing, half as loud as the rustle of clothes as they dropped to the floor. ] I want you.
[ Pointed, the hand on her shoulder curls into her shoulder, nails biting in. Eyes looking down on her, still. ]
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Parker follows with her eyes the way Angel guides her hand, letting it easy and light, swallowing dry as it passes between her thighs. She stares at it for a second before looking up to her, slow, purposeful drag of her fingers along her. ]
You have me already.
[ She says in a whisper, leaning against her. Kisses the skin of her stomach again, but doesn't stop there, slow descent of lips, down her waist, thigh, and around, finding her way to one of her favourite spots, right between her legs. Parker presses her hand to the inside of her thigh, gentle little nudge to get them further apart. Her eyes slip closed, her hands drag her near. There is a shudder when her nails dig into her skin, loves that, the physical transformation of her desire.
She waits, for one second. Lets her hang there. Then, just a tilt of her head and she parts her mouth over her, gathers slick with her tongue, slow, slow, so slow, the wet and warm drag of it all over her, until she presses where Angel wants it - well, almost. Cocks her head a little more for a better angle, drawing every word in the dictionary against her in slow, delicious torture. Around her clit, then more often on it, more pointed than she usually is - not to rush it, but to comply with Angel's needs and wants. Wants her hot and unhinged quicker to give her all she demands from Parker. ]
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Going at the gesture, her legs shifting and instead prompts her knee up at the edge of the bed, holding herself better. Rather she didn't quite lean completely on her if only so she can move more and have more space and -- there. Her head rolls back, gasping up and out in a too loud noise. Never, never wants to get sick of Parker's eloquence in this, and Angel would insist on it that one of them was clever with their words and it certainly wasn't her. Her hand drawing up her own side and then down again to rest on Parker's other shoulder in a quick gesture. Feeling her skin jump in response, the flutter of muscles under her skin in sharp coil in. Because normally it's -- quick, quick to be wrecked like technicals shattering into each other. Parker knew far too well what she was doing, more so than Angel did.
Or rather she still does, for Angel to think it was anything less than purposeful. This is - slow, drawn out, she can't open her eyes for it either, it's just almost - almost - almost. Does its effect all the same, as she takes a deep, shuddering breath in. A hum to follow it, all appreciation. Just extended there, at her mercy in this like nothing else. Fair was fair, she was all too aware of the power she had over Parker at times like this, to not be at the same sort of mercy. ]
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She knows well, by now, what she likes best or what to do to get her riled up and she is not shy in using that knowledge. Leans away after a second, can only taste Angel in her tongue and it gets her shuddering for it. Smooths a hand over her stomach as she looks up to her, little smile in seeing the state she is in - part proud for being the one doing that, part happy for Angel to feel all of these things unabashedly, unafraid. Free.
It takes her a beat longer to lean back in, full of want; her lips latch around her and she takes in a long, drawled out stroke of her tongue against her. Her other hand grabs on to her hip, a bit too hard, enough to imprint pink and red on her skin, keeping her close in case she bucks away. Not taking her time, too greedy for Angel, too wanting, has more things in mind, and wants her hard and hot and weak.
Parker takes the hand from her thigh to travel down her leg and around, to one of those on her shoulder. Slips her fingers around her wrist, gentle and soft point of contact, always needy for it. It is unlike the way she sucks around her, hard, pale skin red and shivering with want, thighs pressing close together with want. Head tilted so that her hair falls slightly over her eyes, but non-stopping in her ministrations, chasing every high pitched gaps, every shudder, every grip on her shoulders. ]
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Then she gets it, gets her not slow, not the drag of Parker's tongue and lips over her and it's suddenly so much harder to stand up than it was. Shoots on every nerve and she can't move too much, back or forward, stuck in the crux point between her set of Parker's hands on her hip, almost painful, to the quick movement of her mouth and the cry of Parker's name is sharp, falling from her lips, high and quick and over itself again. An assortment of little sensations, of Parker's hair tickling against her skin, the impossibly gentle feel of the hand at her wrist. It's all without much mercy and it wrecks her in the way that has always kept her here where some days they might be better off staying away from each other.
Because every bad second was nothing to how she turns a live wire of light, conducted easily. Her hand moves up to the short of Parker's hair at the back fo her neck, grasping into, to draw her up. She's so easy to it, doesn't take much time at all until Parker becomes the only reason she's standing up, hanging onto her like she's the only solid thing to her dissipating reality as she becomes just a series of abstract to her own mind, the long high moans that are a broken litany of Parker's name and fitful gasps of air sucked in deep. Watching her in the short bursts that she can stand the visceral nature of seeing Parker turned face up into her, where her tongue is everything she can stand to thick about next to just how wet she is, about as much as she can stand when she shuts her eyes again. Not a long game, like this, the bone-deep curl of heat that is in mind as well as body. ]
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Parker doesn't get too shy about it either. Angel brings her fingers into her hair and she shivers, moaning against her. Likes the way she pulls on it, how she pulls her closer, draws her more and Parker complies easy, parting her lips with her tongue to draw slow circles around her when she can feel her breath hitch, slowing down as if she wants her to drive her insane with tease. Just this once, though. Then she is back to nuzzling her face between her legs, going faster and harder and merciless on her. Can feel herself growing hotter just from hearing her name so high and sweet in Angel's voice. Likes giving her head far too much, she finds-- and also finds that it doesn't bother her the least, this tiny fact.
Parker moves her hand from her wrist to the back of her leg, the other still firm around her hip. A safety as she buries against her, can feel her coming closer and she wants to ride her over that edge, not just skittering by. Doesn't want her to feel like she has to hold back, knows it's not the most confident of positions when your knees buckle, so she keeps her up, doesn't let her off the hook. And since she is a lot safer like that, Parker presses back against where she likes the most, where she is so sensitive it might just as well hurt, but she knows well how to work around it, only wants to feed her pleasure, until it swells and she can't hold back anymore. Whimpers against her, to the way she feels, to the fingers in her hair-- to the warmth all of this engulfs her tiny shielded heart in. ]
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Rather there isn't much else but to feel it. Her nails scratching merciless up her shoulders as she's teased, demanding pull because she can't do much else. Can only feel how slick she is, open and pleading in breathless gasps for air. Right up until she gets it and there isn't anything to counter it. Sears sharp up her spine feels the shake in her limbs but she can't do anything against it. Nothing but to feel it, and it's not kind. It runs her through, strings her out and she's never had any walls up against it. Little escalating noises where she's not quiet, she's never been, hint enough as if the sharp burning sing of her mind wasn't enough.
Can't even manage her name then, because it does not skitter past her, just hits her low and hard. Her fingers curling sharply into her shoulder, half moon press of her nails into her shoulders, just hanging on then because she can't do much else, everything else escapes. ]
Please, please -
[ She's too busy locking herself, keeping the sharp sting of her abilities out of herself, to have any other walls and it does her utterly, that whimper she feels rather than hears that is the sweetest little vibration that she can't hold against. Calls out deep from the back of her throat as she comes, hard and messy against her mouth, a slick curling heat, holding onto her just to keep herself up. A tight curl of wires in her body, wound and wound and wound and it hurts because she doesn't know how to feel things so bright without them hurting. Wanting is an agony but having is a sweet kind of death. ]
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The sweetest thing, the softest touch, and Parker breathes through her nose hard only when she feels her tremble and weak, leaning back from her; near obscene, the way her slick sticks to her mouth, and she is careful to not to touch too much, watching her muscles tremble with a slightly smile. Presses a soft kiss to her belly, to the crease of her thigh, her hip, over and over, slow and methodical, like worshipping. Only then does she help her out, guiding her with her hands to her lap, getting her thighs to both side of hers. One hand slipping to the small of her back, the other to the top of her thigh, petting there but not idly. She kisses her collarbone softly, her neck, all red and breathing fast and still too clothed for all this but-- well, she does want to comply to Angel's request. And she had asked for more earlier on. ]
Okay? [ She asks, out of breath, pressing kisses to her lips, speaking directly against her mouth, doesn't want to pull back. Not to this-- to more. Her hand slowly slips between her legs again. Brushing against her still overly sensitive self, the tip of her fingers easily sliding over her wetness, but not pressing in yet. ] I can stop. I can wait.
[ But, god, she doesn't want to. At all. Just one more. ]
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