[ 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. ]
[ Angel stands there, shaking, breathless and crying out, high and quick as she's not let down so much as she lets herself down. Sinking against her is the easiest thing. Her body crumbling down because she just can't hold herself up anymore. Her breathing slowing down, the kisses are a softness against the shake that trembles through her.
Then in the end, where she teased Parker over, it was all too true. She rung her out, left her sweat slicked and panting softly into her shoulder. Wrecked, utterly, her arms draped over her, and --
-- can't form the words, when she starts brushing against her, the soft brush of her lips on her feverishly warm skin are as light as she can stand. Squeezes appreciatively with her legs where their tucked either side of Parker's. Content just to lay there for a moment as she came down. Doesn't seem Parker is though, and the first brush against her is barely anything and it's already too much. An artless noise as she rocks in a jolt against her. Rocking low into her hips, a warm sliding friction that -- the only thing worse than where so over sensitive, would not being touched at all.
Her movements are sluggish as she reaches her hand around to take Parker's again. Not her light careful movements, or the pointed way. She's nothing but open and wet and easy as she catches Parker's fingers and encourages them to press into her - answer as much anything vocal. Words too beyond her now, but figures they're not required. ]
[ Parker's breath hitches and shudders at the same time as Angel takes her hand, brings it closer. Lips parted open, she looks down between them where her hands link together, eyes half-lidded. Only then does she look up again and her movements are soft and slow and her heart is racing already because-- because how could it not be? Parker is careful as she brings the hand from her back to her hair, brushing it gently behind her ear. Tilts her head to kiss her again, all slow and wholesome, the taste of her abundant in her mouth, in her tongue. Leans back, just a little, to keep her eyes on her face, even if she flicks them down between them to adjust her fingers against her.
There's a shudder that rips through her when when her fingers press into her. Remarkably easy, but then again, it is to be expected. Doesn't make it any less exciting. She is careful as she slips her middle finger into her, slow, delayed, near torture. Can feel how slick and sensitive she still is, only makes it better as she pulls it back slowly-- and then pushes her index into her as well, same careful pace. Keeps her eyes on Angel, taking notes of her face, her expression. ]
Tell me if it's too much.
[ She whispers softly, against her lips, as she presses a slow kiss to her. Brings her hand back to her hip, not holding, just wanting to follow the way she moves naturally as she curls her fingers inside her. A press inside, to the front of her, pushing up softly to where she knows it feels too much, especially right then. Almost a little too fast, soft, slick noises as she moves against Angel. Not too much, enough to want her to move to her own pace, only to set it faster. Wants to have her riding on that still blissful wave, on the pulsing beat of oversensivity.
But more than anything, she wants to hear her. Feel her. Nuzzles close to her, sweet and gentle and needy, contrast to her fingers. All pink, short hair messy and matted to her forehead, shoulder red and scratch marks down her back pulsing softly and she doesn't mind them at all. ]
[ She presses in close and there's a desperateness to it because - it is too much, she's too open, too exposed, pressing all the fragile bits of herself into Parker's hands. But she couldn't turn away from it, either. Her arms hooked over her shoulders, kissing her like she was barely hanging onto some thread of herself.
Because it's - wrong in some way, how good it feels, nothing so slight should be so much her undoing their closeness because as her fingers press, in, in, in and she goes so, so still at first to that feeling of having some part of Parker in her as their minds bleed into each other she can't help it, a jumble of thoughts that run into words that run into the way she blinks hazily at Parker and moans so soft to the curl of her fingers. Clutching at her, rocking back into her. She goes, she goes, she goes. Breathless and aching, she falls apart so easily against the slick feeling of being so utterly of a whole with her.
Collapses against her, forehead against her shoulders, body rolls back against her, slick coating over Parker's fingers that makes it smooth. A mindless drive, where it's not perfect or sweet, it feels merciless, and she can't manage a thought other than more as she ruts against the quick push-pull of her fingers in terrible little noises that are for Parker alone, no one else. Because it's so gloriously, horrifically real a thing, she finds, to lose herself this way. A tumble of Parker's name that is thought and word and a want of her, to never, never go. Wants her, so wrapped up in her. ]
[ There is part of her, a big one, that keeps up the walls in her mind. But the smaller one, the one that so openly gives herself to Angel, the one that makes her wake up in the middle of the night to climb and curl up against Angel, the one that craves for her constant affection and looks for every opportunity to make her fingers run through her hair, that small part breaches it. Lets the push of Angel's mind in her and she almost regrets with the flood that comes in. Parker shudders, moaning softly, stilling her fingers for a moment.
And then she shifts. Nuzzles her face against her neck, lets her hold on tight. Slips her hand behind her back again, pushing her into her slightly in rhythm of her hips. Whispers, muffled against her skin and hair, like she doesn't want anyone else to listen, how good she feels, how she wants her like this forever. Whispers against her ear, little gentle and soft murmurs. Kisses her skin of her shoulder over and over and over and is too sweet for the way her fingers move so hard. Her thumb pressing into her, rolling where she is too sensitive to touch - doesn't make it hard, soft, different from her fingers curling inside of her, chasing the pulse and clench of her and pushing on it, slow and gentle and not too much there.
Parker tilts her face, nosing her chin. ] Don't hold in. [ Begging, begging her not to, begging her to let go. Parker kisses her again, hot and messy and barely a kiss as a proper one is, hot breath and shivers.
And she makes sure she does not hold, then, faster, but not rougher. But definitely intense. ]
[ It takes her a lot to let go of her meticulous and constant control. She is absolute it in at the best of time, a lifetime of it that makes it more second nature than most things she did. Her own barriers to keep everyone else around her in one piece.
And it took Parker no time at all to tear them up. Even before she'd kissed, no one made her quite as brash, quite as frustrated. Now, no one quite undid her the same, no one asked to let so much of herself go and the worst part - the hard part - the part that is so difficult to swallow is that she does it.
Because she knows what she is without her control, destructive - but this is a different kind of burning. Nerves all searing, light bright under her skin and the drag of her nails across Parker's shoulders over again is nothing but vicious when she feels her press knuckle deep into her and her teeth scrape across her lip, tasting herself on the inside of her mouth as her tongue flicks and she doesn't have to think, doesn't have to process a hundred things like she normally does, her constant process of making up for and restraining herself. Doesn't have to do a damn thing, not with the hand on her back guiding her, and not with her mouth a safe anchoring thing.
So she doesn't, doesn't bother to hang onto her control, loses herself mindlessly to it. Doesn't think about anything else but the coiling heat that builds so quick she's shaking all over again, worse now, because there hadn't been a crash, barely had the time to get her breath back or to form words. But she doesn't have to hold herself now, so there's nothing to stop how she sinks back against the pressures, the arch up for her breasts into Parker as she curves.
Then it's everything, it's everything that matters, it's mindless, and Parker has perfect, perfect fingers, and that shape of her mouth is perfect and she feels nothing, is nothing, but the grind of it all. Head turning to press the pitched sob of a sound that if she were slightly even aware, she'd might try to quiet it, but she doesn't even care as it is. Artless, desperate sounds she makes into her mouth in barely a kiss. More just pressing as close to her as she can and it's - perfect - perfect - perfect.
-- and she's gone, pressing her face into Parker's neck. Going so completely still, snapped taut along every line. Gripping onto her so desperately. Burning, burning, burning. ]
[ It is hard to breathe. Her lungs burn every time she inhales. Angel presses hard against her and it's impossible not to adore her more for it, slipping her arm around her waist tighter in a half hug, holding on to her still so sweetly. Moans drowning out the sound of her fingers into her, angle of her wrist slightly wrong but she would hardly change anything about their position. The nails drawing red lines under her top, over her skin and down her back, making goosebumps in their path. So vicious and hard it nearly takes off her skin, but it only feels-- so good.
Parker gasps into her mouth, leaning into it like it's the only source of air in the room. Curls, and curls, and curls inside her, feels her clench so tight around her fingers it is near impossible for her to move them. But she does, as she feels her arch and sob. Faster than usual, but she isn't taking her time, and it makes her ego inflate a little when she comes so easy and unabashedly. She coaches it out of her, helps her to the finishing line.
And as she collapses against her, Parker stops, lets her soak up in it. Doesn't move her fingers right away, either, lets her enjoy it quietly. Smiles, gentle and soft, brushing her thumb up and down her side. She leans her cheek against her hair, eyes closed. Heart racing too, but letting her hang on for as long as she wants, as she tilts her head down to kiss her shoulders softly, tasting the salt and sweat from her skin. Kind, sweet, nothing like she is, but everything she can be for Angel. Murmurs softly to her, words like honey, if she is okay, if she liked it, if she can move her fingers out. Doesn't want to push anymore, because she has already pushed enough. ]
[ She comes down from it, little by little, easing herself against her. Easing little noises, melding them together that is all breath in, breath out, the indulgent way she settles her hips low against her just to feel the press of her fingers. Not - quite - ready for her to move yet, or to even give her a response. Just a murmur as she wills some kind of movement back, the flick of her tongue against her lip, swallowing on a dry throat.
Even so, her voice comes out raw, low and exhausted. Just like Parker had all but promised and she was more than happy with. ] I like it so much when you fuck me like that.
[ It's - crude. So evidently true all the same, and she noses up against the line of her jaw as she stretches herself out then, rocking the once more until she settles like a languid cat in the warmth of the sun, pressing herself against her in an utter contentment of how she feels. Crude, but true, she's found a lot of ways to be exhausted, but nothing like this. To be so messy, the sweat cooling on her skin and the ache between her legs that she'll feel in the morning, that tingling sensation of being worked over so completely.
She's no more than a wave of completion, good and bad. A happy sigh that leaves her hazy eyed as she looks up at Parker and kisses her then, soft and slow. ]
[ Parker doesn't move much while Angel just recovers her bearings, adjusting lightly to the way she settles her hips, nuzzling against her shoulder gently. Keeps her arm around her in the softest of hugs, but definitely one that Parker wants and needs and likes.
And when Angel speaks, she isn't expecting it. For all they have been doing, it is that that makes her flustered and speechless, goes redder than she already is up to her nose and ears. Doesn't really have anything to say to her, stammers out a few "uh" and "huhs", before squeezing her side in retaliation. But part of her swells up, gets her heart racing faster. Likes to leave her like that, a flicker of pride that she can do that to Angel. That she lets her every time.
Parker tilts her head to her, eyes closing softly. Takes the opportunity of Angel stretching to slowly pull her fingers out, sticky and slippery and it leaves a shudder down her spine. Doesn't help she's pressing all against her, Parker flickering her eyes between them, before moving up to her face. Settles both hands on her hips then, keeping her close and warm and feels strangely safe in her arms.
There is no hesitation to the kiss. She tilts her head softly to it, parting her lips to fit better against her. Lets her be the one setting the pace, always does, but nevertheless leans into it, pushing her fingers into her hair to pull it behind her ear, then back down to her back, grazing her nails up and down the dip of her spine in feather-like touches. ]
[ She keens for the loss of them when Parker slips her fingers free. Even if it means she can settle low against her properly now. Wriggling forward in her lap, pressing down with the wet hot heat of it all. Abating slowly to an easy drag.
Kissing her is the easiest thing to do in the world, in the galaxy, and it's the only thing she wants to do. Lets her hands slip down between them, pressing flat to her chest, settling under the curve of her breasts as she tilted into it. A back and forth rhythm that eases her back into herself as much. Shivery little noises when her fingers press past where she was exposed.
Doesn't take her long though, her fingers bunch in the material of her shirt and gently starts to push it up, an eagerness and a want of her own that the only way this could be better was if she could reach skin. Map over it the way she liked best. With teeth and tongue and lips. Takes her time with it all the same, not so hurried, she's too pleasantly sated to be rushing this. She'd promised that she'd stay all night, and she intended to use it. Gently easing it up until the last possible second before she has to pull away. ]
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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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Then in the end, where she teased Parker over, it was all too true. She rung her out, left her sweat slicked and panting softly into her shoulder. Wrecked, utterly, her arms draped over her, and --
-- can't form the words, when she starts brushing against her, the soft brush of her lips on her feverishly warm skin are as light as she can stand. Squeezes appreciatively with her legs where their tucked either side of Parker's. Content just to lay there for a moment as she came down. Doesn't seem Parker is though, and the first brush against her is barely anything and it's already too much. An artless noise as she rocks in a jolt against her. Rocking low into her hips, a warm sliding friction that -- the only thing worse than where so over sensitive, would not being touched at all.
Her movements are sluggish as she reaches her hand around to take Parker's again. Not her light careful movements, or the pointed way. She's nothing but open and wet and easy as she catches Parker's fingers and encourages them to press into her - answer as much anything vocal. Words too beyond her now, but figures they're not required. ]
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There's a shudder that rips through her when when her fingers press into her. Remarkably easy, but then again, it is to be expected. Doesn't make it any less exciting. She is careful as she slips her middle finger into her, slow, delayed, near torture. Can feel how slick and sensitive she still is, only makes it better as she pulls it back slowly-- and then pushes her index into her as well, same careful pace. Keeps her eyes on Angel, taking notes of her face, her expression. ]
Tell me if it's too much.
[ She whispers softly, against her lips, as she presses a slow kiss to her. Brings her hand back to her hip, not holding, just wanting to follow the way she moves naturally as she curls her fingers inside her. A press inside, to the front of her, pushing up softly to where she knows it feels too much, especially right then. Almost a little too fast, soft, slick noises as she moves against Angel. Not too much, enough to want her to move to her own pace, only to set it faster. Wants to have her riding on that still blissful wave, on the pulsing beat of oversensivity.
But more than anything, she wants to hear her. Feel her. Nuzzles close to her, sweet and gentle and needy, contrast to her fingers. All pink, short hair messy and matted to her forehead, shoulder red and scratch marks down her back pulsing softly and she doesn't mind them at all. ]
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Because it's - wrong in some way, how good it feels, nothing so slight should be so much her undoing their closeness because as her fingers press, in, in, in and she goes so, so still at first to that feeling of having some part of Parker in her as their minds bleed into each other she can't help it, a jumble of thoughts that run into words that run into the way she blinks hazily at Parker and moans so soft to the curl of her fingers. Clutching at her, rocking back into her. She goes, she goes, she goes. Breathless and aching, she falls apart so easily against the slick feeling of being so utterly of a whole with her.
Collapses against her, forehead against her shoulders, body rolls back against her, slick coating over Parker's fingers that makes it smooth. A mindless drive, where it's not perfect or sweet, it feels merciless, and she can't manage a thought other than more as she ruts against the quick push-pull of her fingers in terrible little noises that are for Parker alone, no one else. Because it's so gloriously, horrifically real a thing, she finds, to lose herself this way. A tumble of Parker's name that is thought and word and a want of her, to never, never go. Wants her, so wrapped up in her. ]
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And then she shifts. Nuzzles her face against her neck, lets her hold on tight. Slips her hand behind her back again, pushing her into her slightly in rhythm of her hips. Whispers, muffled against her skin and hair, like she doesn't want anyone else to listen, how good she feels, how she wants her like this forever. Whispers against her ear, little gentle and soft murmurs. Kisses her skin of her shoulder over and over and over and is too sweet for the way her fingers move so hard. Her thumb pressing into her, rolling where she is too sensitive to touch - doesn't make it hard, soft, different from her fingers curling inside of her, chasing the pulse and clench of her and pushing on it, slow and gentle and not too much there.
Parker tilts her face, nosing her chin. ] Don't hold in. [ Begging, begging her not to, begging her to let go. Parker kisses her again, hot and messy and barely a kiss as a proper one is, hot breath and shivers.
And she makes sure she does not hold, then, faster, but not rougher. But definitely intense. ]
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And it took Parker no time at all to tear them up. Even before she'd kissed, no one made her quite as brash, quite as frustrated. Now, no one quite undid her the same, no one asked to let so much of herself go and the worst part - the hard part - the part that is so difficult to swallow is that she does it.
Because she knows what she is without her control, destructive - but this is a different kind of burning. Nerves all searing, light bright under her skin and the drag of her nails across Parker's shoulders over again is nothing but vicious when she feels her press knuckle deep into her and her teeth scrape across her lip, tasting herself on the inside of her mouth as her tongue flicks and she doesn't have to think, doesn't have to process a hundred things like she normally does, her constant process of making up for and restraining herself. Doesn't have to do a damn thing, not with the hand on her back guiding her, and not with her mouth a safe anchoring thing.
So she doesn't, doesn't bother to hang onto her control, loses herself mindlessly to it. Doesn't think about anything else but the coiling heat that builds so quick she's shaking all over again, worse now, because there hadn't been a crash, barely had the time to get her breath back or to form words. But she doesn't have to hold herself now, so there's nothing to stop how she sinks back against the pressures, the arch up for her breasts into Parker as she curves.
Then it's everything, it's everything that matters, it's mindless, and Parker has perfect, perfect fingers, and that shape of her mouth is perfect and she feels nothing, is nothing, but the grind of it all. Head turning to press the pitched sob of a sound that if she were slightly even aware, she'd might try to quiet it, but she doesn't even care as it is. Artless, desperate sounds she makes into her mouth in barely a kiss. More just pressing as close to her as she can and it's - perfect - perfect - perfect.
-- and she's gone, pressing her face into Parker's neck. Going so completely still, snapped taut along every line. Gripping onto her so desperately. Burning, burning, burning. ]
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Parker gasps into her mouth, leaning into it like it's the only source of air in the room. Curls, and curls, and curls inside her, feels her clench so tight around her fingers it is near impossible for her to move them. But she does, as she feels her arch and sob. Faster than usual, but she isn't taking her time, and it makes her ego inflate a little when she comes so easy and unabashedly. She coaches it out of her, helps her to the finishing line.
And as she collapses against her, Parker stops, lets her soak up in it. Doesn't move her fingers right away, either, lets her enjoy it quietly. Smiles, gentle and soft, brushing her thumb up and down her side. She leans her cheek against her hair, eyes closed. Heart racing too, but letting her hang on for as long as she wants, as she tilts her head down to kiss her shoulders softly, tasting the salt and sweat from her skin. Kind, sweet, nothing like she is, but everything she can be for Angel. Murmurs softly to her, words like honey, if she is okay, if she liked it, if she can move her fingers out. Doesn't want to push anymore, because she has already pushed enough. ]
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Even so, her voice comes out raw, low and exhausted. Just like Parker had all but promised and she was more than happy with. ] I like it so much when you fuck me like that.
[ It's - crude. So evidently true all the same, and she noses up against the line of her jaw as she stretches herself out then, rocking the once more until she settles like a languid cat in the warmth of the sun, pressing herself against her in an utter contentment of how she feels. Crude, but true, she's found a lot of ways to be exhausted, but nothing like this. To be so messy, the sweat cooling on her skin and the ache between her legs that she'll feel in the morning, that tingling sensation of being worked over so completely.
She's no more than a wave of completion, good and bad. A happy sigh that leaves her hazy eyed as she looks up at Parker and kisses her then, soft and slow. ]
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And when Angel speaks, she isn't expecting it. For all they have been doing, it is that that makes her flustered and speechless, goes redder than she already is up to her nose and ears. Doesn't really have anything to say to her, stammers out a few "uh" and "huhs", before squeezing her side in retaliation. But part of her swells up, gets her heart racing faster. Likes to leave her like that, a flicker of pride that she can do that to Angel. That she lets her every time.
Parker tilts her head to her, eyes closing softly. Takes the opportunity of Angel stretching to slowly pull her fingers out, sticky and slippery and it leaves a shudder down her spine. Doesn't help she's pressing all against her, Parker flickering her eyes between them, before moving up to her face. Settles both hands on her hips then, keeping her close and warm and feels strangely safe in her arms.
There is no hesitation to the kiss. She tilts her head softly to it, parting her lips to fit better against her. Lets her be the one setting the pace, always does, but nevertheless leans into it, pushing her fingers into her hair to pull it behind her ear, then back down to her back, grazing her nails up and down the dip of her spine in feather-like touches. ]
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Kissing her is the easiest thing to do in the world, in the galaxy, and it's the only thing she wants to do. Lets her hands slip down between them, pressing flat to her chest, settling under the curve of her breasts as she tilted into it. A back and forth rhythm that eases her back into herself as much. Shivery little noises when her fingers press past where she was exposed.
Doesn't take her long though, her fingers bunch in the material of her shirt and gently starts to push it up, an eagerness and a want of her own that the only way this could be better was if she could reach skin. Map over it the way she liked best. With teeth and tongue and lips. Takes her time with it all the same, not so hurried, she's too pleasantly sated to be rushing this. She'd promised that she'd stay all night, and she intended to use it. Gently easing it up until the last possible second before she has to pull away. ]
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