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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[ 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. ]
[ It is not easier at all with Angel wiggling like that on her lap. Parker doesn't care to manage to hide the shiver that shakes through her, sliding a hand back to her thigh, grasping there gently as Angel continues to grind against her. It shouldn't turn her on so much, but it does, and it makes her press hotter into the kiss, even if still slow, soft and a bit too much.
And it certainly doesn't help when Angel's hands go wandering. Parker whimpers a moan gently into her mouth, pushing her chest forward. Sensitive little thing, always has been. Slips her tongue in her mouth again, might as well be the best feeling in the world, as good as Angel's hands on her, as good as her taste still in her mouth.
And because Parker is Parker and Angel is there and it is so terrifyingly easy to comply to everything she asks her to, she pulls her hands off of her for a second when Angel leans back from the kiss to push her top off. Hair getting even more tussled from it, but she doesn't care to straighten it. Couple of marks left by Angel under the fabric, on pale skin, among recovering injuries, only natural from the things she gets up to. She leans back in, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her neck, and drags her hands to her belly. Slowly scratching there, only nails, feeling the still trembling muscles. Tilts her head down to watch, smiling a little, and then back up. ]
You're so pretty. [ She says, kind of distracted, looking into her eyes. Leans up to kiss her nose, mushy thing. ]
[ She stretches against her touch, almost involuntary because there's no way she could not react, not when she's so sensitive still, not when she's developed a lot of walls to keep herself mostly together - save the one where Parker looks at her like that, when she's all fucked open and flushed and sticky and Parker goes and says something like that.
Feels the heat in her cheeks for it, all easily undone, not that she kept much from Parker of herself like this. She's nothing but pliant, turning up into the peck of a kiss with a breathy little giggle, smiling softly. Returning it with another kiss in kind. ]
You're going to make me vain. [ which is half the issue, really, because she still has to spend a lot of her time getting looked at, it's odd. Just as she is, no more, no less. Her fingers settled against her shoulders again, stopped their wondering, her merciless teasing. The shirt discarded behind her back somewhere on the other side of the room.
For the moment at least. Or it's just a different kind, waiting there patiently, just watching Parker where she can feel how hot she is, all pressed close. ]
[ Her tone is soft, like it only is behind closed doors, like it only is with Angel and nobody else. She closes her eyes at the kiss and holds her closer, one of those tight hugs that leaves you feeling satisfied. Parker kisses her shoulder and tilts her head up for another kiss, pressing her lips to hers. Just once, before pushing her face against the hollow of her neck. Like that, pressed so close, skin on skin, she finds it bothersome to realise there are still too many clothes on her.
It is a chore to separate herself from Angel, but she does it. Picks her up to set her on the bed, scooting out to the edge to rise up to her feet. She pulls off her bra (a little clumsy, not exactly the suave or beautiful way Angel had done it), discarding it to the growing pile of clothes. Turns to face Angel, reaching out to slip her hands through her hair gently, again getting distracted with getting rid of her clothes when she's right there and it's hard to keep your hands to yourself. In any case, it's just her jeans and tight black briefs left, so she's not that far off. At least there is a nice view of her slightly dipped hips, the way her muscles are there but without being too much, of someone clearly athletic and obvious marks of her brashness and running, here and there bruises - and here and there hickeys too, but she's sure Angel knows well where those are, considering she was the one that gave them. ]
[ Easily moved, she settles herself comfortable, the thrill of the way Parker handles her sets her teeth into her bottom lip in an effort not to grin so much over such a little thing. But she doesn't pull up immediately after. Stretches herself out, rolling onto her side, hand propping her up, the other settled into her lap. Indulgent. Content in it. Happy to watch her shed clothes like it's all for her - no secret between them that she liked both sides of this dance just as much.
Because she's devoted in her way, keeps a careful record of which bruises are hers and which Parker has gotten for herself. For the former she is cruel with teasing over, the latter, she dotes on carefully. Eyes up on her then after a second of wondering. ]
You know I like it better when you're not wearing anything anyway.
[ But she waits, hands to herself. Hard as it is, to keep her eyes up. Tracing over her again as her head tilts again. Hair sweeping over her face, lips pressed together - a spot there, just a little to the left side of the middle of her hips and along the line of bones - just there is where she'll leave another mark. Not in the least bit kind apparently. ]
[ Unlike Angel, Parker doesn't have much finesse in her teasing; it is not something she ever managed. Not that she couldn't, considering her classic dance education, knows well how to move, but it wouldn't be quite the same. Too forced, most likely. It just is not her.
But she gives Angel what she wants anyway. Hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her pants, Parker pulls down her jeans, a little stuck around the legs, skinny shape, but she gets them off quickly enough, underwear and socks along with it. Knees bruised and scrapped, nothing new. No denying the effect Angel had on her, no hiding the breaking glistening wet between her legs. She crawls back on to the bed, laying on her side in front of Angel. She reaches for her, scooting closer, wrapping an arm around her middle. Noses her neck, pressing her face to it and for a moment, she just... appreciates everything then. The way it's a little too hot everytime she breathes out but she likes it. Her hand playing fingers against her back.
Because maybe there aren't that many chances of doing this. Of feeling so whole and warm and happy. And she knows that more and more, it is racing against time-- this has an end. She knows. She wants to pretend she doesn't, but she does, so she wants to memorize the feeling of it. The way she smells. The way her arms feel around Parker's shoulders or her fingers in her hair. And it hurts, burns bitter in her chest, that every passing second it's a second less that she will have this.
Parker leans her face up finally and kisses her cheek, sound little kiss, and lays her head down again against her. She wishes she could stand like this forever. Wants to tell her that. Tell her how much she needs her not to go, that she wants her there in the morning, that she likes her so much. But it would be selfish. And she could easily be. But all she has to offer is a soft sigh, nosing her way up until she's got her forehead against hers. ]
[ For one glorious second, it's everything she wants, it's Parker's bare skin against her, it's the proof that she's wanted just as herself that she can feel like fine threads between their minds that get stronger each time they lie just so - bare open, she sprawls open and comfortable against her. She is foolish and she is devouring and this will not last forever but she knows in that long way she once watched that nothing does. She does not care about it - all she cares about is right now, unabashedly so. Stretching warm against her, tangling their limbs like vines and roots and discarded branches.
All mattered together like wild, sated things, she is just as much as this is and it's so - so perfect. Laying together like this through the patterning of the sun in through the window in mottled warm across them and the room. The tickle of Parker's breath, the heat she can feel off her body, the brush of her lips sweet against her that brings up a happy giggle, and that when Parker asks her such a sweet, separate way that isn't at all like she normally is. It belongs to just this and just now and she's all too happy to oblige.
A hum, leaning in close that isn't quite as far, parts her lips and she drags her mouth across in a brush, first, her arm slipping across her shoulder and threading in through her hair as she angles her up, her thigh drawing up against her side and curls herself that little bit to lean in closer as she wraps around her, wraps her up in her own warmth and indulges into the kiss again. Not a brush then, just that: foolish, wanting, open mouthed with a heavy inhale in through her nose as she tilts into her, as she presses them together. The softest noise against them, sweet. ]
[ There is not a lot that Parker gets addicted to. She has never been a person of vices, other than maybe adrenaline (and there is a big maybe there, as it is not a vice but an excuse to bury thoughts she does not want in her head). But if there is one thing she can't get enough of, one thing she will always indulge, it is definitely kissing Angel. The way she slips her fingers in her hair and parts her lips and kisses her so sweetly. It gets her soft and easy, more than she already is for Angel (only here, in their space). Follows her lead, parting her lips too, hot breath into her followed by her tongue, slow and with purpose.
It's hard to find something that feels as great as this - or if it is even possible to find it. All wrapped up in her, Parker is all hers and she isn't afraid of giving herself up for Angel (if it was a moderate thought, she should be terrified by how much she cares for her and how easily she could sacrifice everything for her, should she ask - anything, other than her mind). Parker should be wary of the power Angel actually has over her heart-- but she isn't because, even with all her walls and issues, she trusts her to not to break it too much.
She nuzzles into her, hand on her side petting up and down her curves, going redder every time she feels she needs to break apart for oxygen only to find that there is plenty between them and she doesn't want to let go of her lips. Eventually, her hand stops going up and down, only going up, up, up, setting on her breast. It's not even teasing for the sake of it, but simply enjoying a privilege granted to her. Squeezes, gentle, flicks her thumb gently in soft circles while her other hand scoots under Angel's, trapped arm between them but she doesn't care, because she wants to be so close it's impossible to move for.
Parker eventually does lean back, only for a second, dragging her teeth against Angel's lip. Then leans into her again, hard kiss, spurred on by the fingers tugging her hair that drives a hot shiver down her spine, weak for whatever Angel wants to give her. Parting her lips again, eyes closed and so into it she barely notices how she has her own thighs pressed to tightly together to try and subdue the soft pulsing in the pit of her belly. ]
[ It's shockingly easy to just be like this, her back curving as she presses up into her hand, still sensitive even where she's cooled. A pleased eager little noise, as stretched into her hands. Trapping them in close as she leaned into doing not much more than kissing her. A smile playing there, catching it into the shape of Parker's mouth on hers.
Not forever though, her hand slipping from her hair, one little tug of goodbye for it before she trails low, sweeping over her shoulder and back down, palm against the flat plane of it, then fingers to her lower back, feeling the bumps of her enforced spine in a way that knowing all that strength was pressed against her - makes her shiver, light and giddy, no more than the space allow.
Drops her hand lower again, fingers sinking into ample skin as they settle against the curve of her ass. Uses her legs then, where she'd hooked her leg around her, as an anchor to draw her leg back, give her space, grips her tight and pulls her in a reckless grind of a motion. Fingers warm and holding to her before she gets the space she wants, and slips them around and up, drawing her fingertips across where she's wet. Not enough, just catching, smearing it against her fingers in a way that makes her sigh - just so, all shakey into her mouth. Enough, sometimes, just to feel. As good as being touched, really. ]
[ There is nothing that compares to kissing her. Parker sighs, loud, happy to keep kissing her over and over, until there's no more air in her lungs. And she would, if it wasn't for the distracting tug-- makes her shiver for it, grasping her side a little harder.
Taking a quick break from the kiss for it, Parker leans her head back down on the pillow to look at her, sliding her hand from her breast to her neck, petting her thumb along her jaw - stealing another quick kiss before she makes a tiny sound of surprise as Angel's hands grabs at her - which in return makes her cling a little harder to her. Parker squeaks (because there's literally no other verb that describes this perfectly the sounds that escapes her throat) and goes redder... And then goes, pulled so close, only to make another sound when Angel's hand goes lower. And lower... ]
H-hey! [ Not quite objecting to it, but definitely surprised. Feels a surge going from her brain to her belly and then twirl around. She leans in, kissing her, short of breath already, closing her thighs together with Angel's hand between them (can't help it, how could she, when she touches her like so). Pushes her chest against hers, holding her fingers around her wrist - not to stop her, but as a point of anchor. She leans in again, kissing her neck, her jaw, up her ear and nose. Shakey breath, pressing a kiss into her mouth. ]
Warn a girl. [ A whisper, breath of a word, into the kiss, all so wet and sensitive already than any brush feels almost like it shouldn't, like it's too much and it is, because it's Angel's hand and fingers and Parker doesn't ever want to let go of her.
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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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And it certainly doesn't help when Angel's hands go wandering. Parker whimpers a moan gently into her mouth, pushing her chest forward. Sensitive little thing, always has been. Slips her tongue in her mouth again, might as well be the best feeling in the world, as good as Angel's hands on her, as good as her taste still in her mouth.
And because Parker is Parker and Angel is there and it is so terrifyingly easy to comply to everything she asks her to, she pulls her hands off of her for a second when Angel leans back from the kiss to push her top off. Hair getting even more tussled from it, but she doesn't care to straighten it. Couple of marks left by Angel under the fabric, on pale skin, among recovering injuries, only natural from the things she gets up to. She leans back in, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her neck, and drags her hands to her belly. Slowly scratching there, only nails, feeling the still trembling muscles. Tilts her head down to watch, smiling a little, and then back up. ]
You're so pretty. [ She says, kind of distracted, looking into her eyes. Leans up to kiss her nose, mushy thing. ]
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Feels the heat in her cheeks for it, all easily undone, not that she kept much from Parker of herself like this. She's nothing but pliant, turning up into the peck of a kiss with a breathy little giggle, smiling softly. Returning it with another kiss in kind. ]
You're going to make me vain. [ which is half the issue, really, because she still has to spend a lot of her time getting looked at, it's odd. Just as she is, no more, no less. Her fingers settled against her shoulders again, stopped their wondering, her merciless teasing. The shirt discarded behind her back somewhere on the other side of the room.
For the moment at least. Or it's just a different kind, waiting there patiently, just watching Parker where she can feel how hot she is, all pressed close. ]
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[ Her tone is soft, like it only is behind closed doors, like it only is with Angel and nobody else. She closes her eyes at the kiss and holds her closer, one of those tight hugs that leaves you feeling satisfied. Parker kisses her shoulder and tilts her head up for another kiss, pressing her lips to hers. Just once, before pushing her face against the hollow of her neck. Like that, pressed so close, skin on skin, she finds it bothersome to realise there are still too many clothes on her.
It is a chore to separate herself from Angel, but she does it. Picks her up to set her on the bed, scooting out to the edge to rise up to her feet. She pulls off her bra (a little clumsy, not exactly the suave or beautiful way Angel had done it), discarding it to the growing pile of clothes. Turns to face Angel, reaching out to slip her hands through her hair gently, again getting distracted with getting rid of her clothes when she's right there and it's hard to keep your hands to yourself. In any case, it's just her jeans and tight black briefs left, so she's not that far off. At least there is a nice view of her slightly dipped hips, the way her muscles are there but without being too much, of someone clearly athletic and obvious marks of her brashness and running, here and there bruises - and here and there hickeys too, but she's sure Angel knows well where those are, considering she was the one that gave them. ]
Sorry. No lace.
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Because she's devoted in her way, keeps a careful record of which bruises are hers and which Parker has gotten for herself. For the former she is cruel with teasing over, the latter, she dotes on carefully. Eyes up on her then after a second of wondering. ]
You know I like it better when you're not wearing anything anyway.
[ But she waits, hands to herself. Hard as it is, to keep her eyes up. Tracing over her again as her head tilts again. Hair sweeping over her face, lips pressed together - a spot there, just a little to the left side of the middle of her hips and along the line of bones - just there is where she'll leave another mark. Not in the least bit kind apparently. ]
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But she gives Angel what she wants anyway. Hooking her thumbs under the waistband of her pants, Parker pulls down her jeans, a little stuck around the legs, skinny shape, but she gets them off quickly enough, underwear and socks along with it. Knees bruised and scrapped, nothing new. No denying the effect Angel had on her, no hiding the breaking glistening wet between her legs. She crawls back on to the bed, laying on her side in front of Angel. She reaches for her, scooting closer, wrapping an arm around her middle. Noses her neck, pressing her face to it and for a moment, she just... appreciates everything then. The way it's a little too hot everytime she breathes out but she likes it. Her hand playing fingers against her back.
Because maybe there aren't that many chances of doing this. Of feeling so whole and warm and happy. And she knows that more and more, it is racing against time-- this has an end. She knows. She wants to pretend she doesn't, but she does, so she wants to memorize the feeling of it. The way she smells. The way her arms feel around Parker's shoulders or her fingers in her hair. And it hurts, burns bitter in her chest, that every passing second it's a second less that she will have this.
Parker leans her face up finally and kisses her cheek, sound little kiss, and lays her head down again against her. She wishes she could stand like this forever. Wants to tell her that. Tell her how much she needs her not to go, that she wants her there in the morning, that she likes her so much. But it would be selfish. And she could easily be. But all she has to offer is a soft sigh, nosing her way up until she's got her forehead against hers. ]
Wanna give me a kiss?
[ The cutest little voice, the jerk. ]
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All mattered together like wild, sated things, she is just as much as this is and it's so - so perfect. Laying together like this through the patterning of the sun in through the window in mottled warm across them and the room. The tickle of Parker's breath, the heat she can feel off her body, the brush of her lips sweet against her that brings up a happy giggle, and that when Parker asks her such a sweet, separate way that isn't at all like she normally is. It belongs to just this and just now and she's all too happy to oblige.
A hum, leaning in close that isn't quite as far, parts her lips and she drags her mouth across in a brush, first, her arm slipping across her shoulder and threading in through her hair as she angles her up, her thigh drawing up against her side and curls herself that little bit to lean in closer as she wraps around her, wraps her up in her own warmth and indulges into the kiss again. Not a brush then, just that: foolish, wanting, open mouthed with a heavy inhale in through her nose as she tilts into her, as she presses them together. The softest noise against them, sweet. ]
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It's hard to find something that feels as great as this - or if it is even possible to find it. All wrapped up in her, Parker is all hers and she isn't afraid of giving herself up for Angel (if it was a moderate thought, she should be terrified by how much she cares for her and how easily she could sacrifice everything for her, should she ask - anything, other than her mind). Parker should be wary of the power Angel actually has over her heart-- but she isn't because, even with all her walls and issues, she trusts her to not to break it too much.
She nuzzles into her, hand on her side petting up and down her curves, going redder every time she feels she needs to break apart for oxygen only to find that there is plenty between them and she doesn't want to let go of her lips. Eventually, her hand stops going up and down, only going up, up, up, setting on her breast. It's not even teasing for the sake of it, but simply enjoying a privilege granted to her. Squeezes, gentle, flicks her thumb gently in soft circles while her other hand scoots under Angel's, trapped arm between them but she doesn't care, because she wants to be so close it's impossible to move for.
Parker eventually does lean back, only for a second, dragging her teeth against Angel's lip. Then leans into her again, hard kiss, spurred on by the fingers tugging her hair that drives a hot shiver down her spine, weak for whatever Angel wants to give her. Parting her lips again, eyes closed and so into it she barely notices how she has her own thighs pressed to tightly together to try and subdue the soft pulsing in the pit of her belly. ]
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Not forever though, her hand slipping from her hair, one little tug of goodbye for it before she trails low, sweeping over her shoulder and back down, palm against the flat plane of it, then fingers to her lower back, feeling the bumps of her enforced spine in a way that knowing all that strength was pressed against her - makes her shiver, light and giddy, no more than the space allow.
Drops her hand lower again, fingers sinking into ample skin as they settle against the curve of her ass. Uses her legs then, where she'd hooked her leg around her, as an anchor to draw her leg back, give her space, grips her tight and pulls her in a reckless grind of a motion. Fingers warm and holding to her before she gets the space she wants, and slips them around and up, drawing her fingertips across where she's wet. Not enough, just catching, smearing it against her fingers in a way that makes her sigh - just so, all shakey into her mouth. Enough, sometimes, just to feel. As good as being touched, really. ]
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Taking a quick break from the kiss for it, Parker leans her head back down on the pillow to look at her, sliding her hand from her breast to her neck, petting her thumb along her jaw - stealing another quick kiss before she makes a tiny sound of surprise as Angel's hands grabs at her - which in return makes her cling a little harder to her. Parker squeaks (because there's literally no other verb that describes this perfectly the sounds that escapes her throat) and goes redder... And then goes, pulled so close, only to make another sound when Angel's hand goes lower. And lower... ]
H-hey! [ Not quite objecting to it, but definitely surprised. Feels a surge going from her brain to her belly and then twirl around. She leans in, kissing her, short of breath already, closing her thighs together with Angel's hand between them (can't help it, how could she, when she touches her like so). Pushes her chest against hers, holding her fingers around her wrist - not to stop her, but as a point of anchor. She leans in again, kissing her neck, her jaw, up her ear and nose. Shakey breath, pressing a kiss into her mouth. ]
Warn a girl. [ A whisper, breath of a word, into the kiss, all so wet and sensitive already than any brush feels almost like it shouldn't, like it's too much and it is, because it's Angel's hand and fingers and Parker doesn't ever want to let go of her.
It is only between kisses she talks. ]
Trying to prove yourself right? Wearing me down?
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