[ 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.
[ Hand trapped as it is when Parker closes her legs in the snap reaction and Angel laughs into her hair, the curve of her smile tucked away at least for Parker's dignity.
Doesn't make her merciful though. No where else to go with her hand so she slides her fingers coaxing her to part her legs again, the ease of her fingertips against her clit. Unerring little bit of pressure and she pulls back to watch her in the small space. ]
No. [ Feels her fingers getting slick, makes the movements just that much easier, coating them particularly for it. She likes making her a mess. The heat and the stickiness and the thick heady scent of it all. ] I just like how you sound when you can't help yourself.
[ A tease then, the press of a fingertip against where she's more than ready for it, almost - almost - but then stops, withdraws, stills her fingers almost down to nothing and she's breathing short - not so unaffected. Parker is... less adventurous than she is, she knows. Knows that it's a process of guiding and convincing that it'll be good. Couldn't exhausted as utterly as she got so often ( not that she complained, when they had nothing to do but lay there in bed and Parker's head was between her thighs, laying there gasping out her name unashamed of herself ) but less that and more - getting her to the point that Angel so often is when it comes to Parker, beyond caring who bothered them or interrupted them. ] When you want me so badly.
[ The reaction Angel gets from Parler for her efforts is the one she most likely wants: Parker weak and easy for her, soft and light. That shield of hers set down for Angel and only Angel, laying there on her side with her cheeks and ears dark pink, hair all over the place, mouth parted in little moans and eyes closed. Bites the inside of her lip when Angel drags her finger so lightly and it should be near impossible to feel them, but she does, every bit of the gesture.
It is almost a chore for her to get her eyes open. She finally does, to look at her, so close (not enough). Slips her leg slowly over her hip, coaxed to get them apart. Breathes, shaky, and wraps both her arms around her shoulder, drawing odd patterns against her back and neck. Gets so hot when Angel starts talking and-- and yes, she is less open about everything, herself, but with Angel she isn't afraid of that leap. There is little defense against her words too, and Parker holds on tighter to her (because she needs her much more than Angel needs her, would never tell her that, but it is infinitely true). Breathless laugh between whimpers from her fingers, slick clinging to her, made worse by her fingers. ]
The thing is, [ She says, breathless and so, so utterly lost in her eyes. More to it thab just the lust of the moment. More to it than the beat of her heart. The ache in her chest. A lot morethat she can't say, that she won't, because it isn't fair, for either of them. ] I always want you.
[ She noses her, slow press of lips to hers. Shaking breath as she does because the fingers against her are so good, already, and they are barely there. Parker moans and whines for the loss of them, holding on to Angel hard. Looks at her again, all begging.
And she is hers, in that moment, all of herself belongs to Angel, willingly, giving, utterly. ]
[ Her free hand moves up then, brushing against her jawline in an affectionate brush, splaying her fingers against her and dragging them down to her neck. ] I always want you too.
[ But unlike Parker she had never made a secret of it. She laid herself open and bare since the first, used her concern like a knife to cut this space for herself against Parker that wasn't fair but nothing was, not where she was concerned. Kisses her, a brush, and then again as she eases her fingers again, a little more this time, a little more space to move. Pressing in and in until she's knuckle deep and it's not a lot of movement, rather she curls her fingers up and in and moves in little quick deep jerks of her fingers and wrist into her. ] I think about you so often, of having you against me like this - even when you turn away from me.
[ Hurts sometimes, confuses her just as much when she's warm like this, but come leaving the small spaces, she acts cold, removed. Frustrates her more than she'd readily admit. ]
[ It's impossible for her to not lean against the hand on her cheek, parting her lips open with the soft kiss. Everything Angel does is so sweet and kind and it makes every odd beat in her chest burn painfully. Her sweetness is too much. Sometimes she wishes she wasn't like that, wasn't so easy to burrow against and find shelter in and how she could just-- soothe her with her presence, with a touch.
Leaning back slightly to look at her, half lidded eyes, Parker makes a ragged noise as Angel starts to ease her fingers inside her, goes pinker by it, goes messier, can feel how easy it is for her to keep pushing and pushing and, oh god, she whimpers defenselessly into her mouth, holding on so hard as she stops - only because that's as deep as she can go, the press of her knuckles to her leaving a shudder run down her body.
And then, then she goes and starts moving them in a way that has no defense against. Parker moans, loudly, ragged breath, and holds on tight to Angel, pushing her face against her neck, gripping hard to her shoulders. And it's unbelievable, the way she curls and makes her muscle spasms rake through her, loud wet sounds because she is that turned on for Angel. Pressing desperate kisses to her skin, moaning her name high and sweet. ]
Oh- Oh my God-- [ She manages to stammer out into her skin, holding tighter, her leg pressing more into her hip. Can't form words, can't do anything but hold on to her. She moans, eyes closed tightly.
Takes her another try, but she forces her words out, tilting her head up to press closer to her skin, open mouth to her neck. ] I want to stay here forever. [ Spur of the moment, wants her pressed up, wants her holding her and pushing her in mindless pleasure, because she does it so well. Thinks about these moments too often sometimes. Likes it so much when she takes control, one she easily gives to her, isn't afraid of it, because she's sweet and demanding and bossy and Parker wishes she didn't like her so much, so often, so delicately. ]
[ She tilts up to let her get as close as possible. Stretching herself against her, pressing as close as possible. Guiding, easing of her fingers, timing it in a rolling motion of how Parker rocks back against her and when it gets the better of her she shifts her hand then, coming to rest against her hip, then slipping down against her. Over her breast, fingers catching against her nipple before she latches at the top of her thigh.
Demanding then, taking it away from her utterly. Because she wants her like this, leaning into her so desperately, wanting her, only her and the things she does to her. The keenness of connection that Parker shuts her out of. But gives it willingly in a different way when they're skin together, and greedy as she is, cruel as she is, she takes advantage of it. Uses the hold to guide her, rolling them together in a way that's seamless. A press back and forth, feeling the mess slick over her fingers and hands. ]
I'm here. I'll always be just here. [ An echo of warmth in her mind, impossible not to feel when they're this close, when she's deep in her, panting in quick sharp breaths because she never fought the connection, feels all her pleasure as her own, so - so good to be the one to work her up like this. ]
[ It is easy to give herself up to her completely, to rock against Angel, to do what she's told when she's working her up like that. And all she wants to feel is her, it's her warmth, her fingers, her scent, all she wants is to be here and to not to pull away from this moment, and nothing else exists but them, but their shared space, and it's all theirs, only now, only then.
Parker leans back from her neck to press her forehead against hers, mouth parted, lips red, cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded and she can barely do anything but gasp, moving against her hand in her guidance. And it's too good, clenches, tightens, curls up inside her and she moans her name, because that's all the words she knows, Angel, Angel, Angel. It swims in her head, the pleasure, clouds everything, and she doesn't care for once if someone hears her, loud and so, so utterly belonging, head over heels.
Her fingers draw lines down her back, one hand sliding further out to hold on the sheets to try and not break any skin, knuckles turning white.
And the walls down, the inching in of her bliss, closer and closer and closer and it almost makes her feel sick. She whimpers, begs, rocking slowly against her rapidly moving fingers. Just about there, one more step. ]
[ Oh, to be knotted up - the curl of limbs, the flutter of breath, the desperate claw that builds and builds and builds like a river. Wrapping around her, eyes down in short sharp breaths of her own as Parker comes apart so sweetly in her fingers. Pretty, open, her name not a curse, but like she's wanted just for this, too real warmth that shudders through them.
Not something like Parker had done to her - not pushing her fast and quick, but lets it go and go and go, little by little, she cannot say the words anymore, but it's there, in each and every little action. She wants it to be too much, she wants it to be bright, burning, all sunrise, until it's too much to look at. Brings her close, almost, almost there but not gone, not yet. Catches her between her fingers press up and close and into her, curling, and the set of her body against her, encouraging her in soft little words. She feels so good - tight and wet and her lips are so sweet she wants to kiss her every single day that she's allowed to, just let her, just let her, just let her. Eyes lowered still and it gets the better of her, it shouldn't, but she never said pretended she was pure.
Lets her just hang in it, where she can't feel anything else but this, then she stops, just the once, not all cruelty, withdrawing her fingers to adjust the angle. Almost completely gone from her, as she moves, settles herself that little bit lower and close before she presses up into her sharply again. It's quick, then, sharp little movements that can only really have one goal. Doesn't let up, just keeps moving, so easy where she's so slick. Encouraging the quicker roll of her hips from the steady grip on her thigh. ]
[ Parker doesn't know what to do with herself but Angel is there to guide her so she follows, doesn't pretend to fight back in the least as she grips tighter around her skin. All small noises, breathless and incoherent, closing her eyes, high note for each curl that hits so deep in her, messy, slick.
Skittering the edge, so close, almost there and then-- then it's a broken sob when Angel pulls away and she's left completely wrecked, forcing her eyes open with a look of betrayal and confusion because why did she stop, god, why, she wants her back and tries to press against her, a needy rock of her hips to try and find her fingers. Voice small and strained, questioning tone. ]
N-No-- Don't--
[ Stop, don't stop, why did she stop, but it is a fraction of a second before she's pushing inside her again and there is nothing she can do against it. Sharp and demanding and Parker gives herself over because that is all she can do. Curls over her, moaning against her skin, teeth scrapping her shoulder, nails digging her back, fingers curling around the sheets and it takes her so little to make Parker come undone. It explodes in her, deep, too much, shuddering violently against her as her back arches and her forehead presses into her neck. It's messy and raw, coming over her fingers with a shiver, rides against them always crudely, loud, so loud and sweet when she cries out for her.
She stays there, breathing harsh, tight around her fingers even after she is done, pulsing rhythm from within. Can't move, can't speak, throat dry. Legs shaking, shoulder shaking, breath shaking. Every part of her feels like stars and she wraps her arms tiredly around her middle, hair all over the place, a thin layer of perspiration over her back and red chest. So completely hers. ]
[ She eases her there, fingers slowing where she's gripped tightly. Let's her catch her breath as she burrows in close.
But not that kind, or maybe giving too much which is a cruelty of its own where she's caught, her fingers don't quite still, feels the wet that makes it so, so easy, that when she does pull her fingers free it's not to give her relief or ease away from her, instead she runs them flat over her, not about wiping off the mess of it all as just smear it up between her legs, harder than it should be to leave her alone. Doesn't want to, doesn't have to as she just lounges into the feeling - a smile on her lips and her voice is whispered, breathy, teasing. ]
Par-ker. [ all sing song and lilting, because oh she knows how easy it is to get under Parker's skin when she wants to. ] You're so wet.
[ Kisses her then, sudden and still not fair, but who cares about being fair when she Parker flush against her, pink in the face and her arms draped across her. Nothing, nothing, nothing between them but the afternoon light. ]
[ Her breath itches up, shaky, when Angel doesn't halt her fingers, holding n tighter to her, face buried against her neck, back slightly arched with her shoulders up. Makes little noises as she bites her lower lip, closing a thigh over her leg, reflexive jerk, shivering all the way down to the base of her spine.
Parker leans back slightly, to better fit against Angel, trying to take control of her quickening breath, but can only moan softly against her ear when Angel pull out of her-- but not away. Gets all red when she speaks, almost embarrassed for how her words have such a pull on herself. Doesn't mind the kiss because she has absolutely nothing to counter that, just pressing against the hand between her thighs and pulling her closer with her arms. Teeth scrapping at her bottom lip gently, tugging once before leaning away, for air.
Still shivering from Angel's finger. Tilts her head towards her, nosing her in a surprisingly tender way (or rather, not so surprising for Angel, always gentle and soft with her when they're just them). She brings up a hand to brush her hair out of her eyes, curling it behind her ear, thumb tracing around the rim of it, watching her with a hitched breath and half-lidded eyes. ]
And who's to blame for that?
[ She kisses her again, slipping her fingers against the back of her neck to keep her close, breaking it off only to kiss her again, continuously little kisses that are as sweet as they are quick. ]
[ She pulls her hand away, a messy swipe against the sheets of her fingers to clean them off before she settled her hand flat to her back and she's done it enough times that it comes easy to roll Parker back and shift on top of her.
Doesn't break the kiss for it though, taking the eager little movements with a happy bubble of laughter that bursts out of her. Wriggling herself to settle over her, getting her legs either side of her hips, her weight balancing on her elbows as she stretched out in a languid movement that is about pressing them flush for just one movement where she leans to trap her into a kiss. Longer again, the flick of her tongue into her mouth, a comfortable bearing down.
All promising, eager, and when she pulls back it's by barely a millimetre, widening her legs a little to give her space as she whispers. ]
[ It's all too comfortable, like a well rehearsed choreography. Parker goes easily with the soft push and roll, slipping both her arms up and around Angel's shoulders. Happy in laying there with her, smiling softly with her laughter tickling against her lips. Leans back for a second to look at her, tracing a hand down to her cheek, thumb stroking over her jaw as she just looks. Memorising every line of her face.
Doesn't mind getting interrupted for it, for more kisses, and Parker sighs, leaning up to meet her half way. Parts her lips for Angel, hands over her shoulders, gently running her nails up and down her skin. Soft and tender, eyes closed and head tilted to give her space, to invite her in. One hand lowering to her thigh, then a little higher, gripping supple skin gently (because she can and wants to take advantage of it).
When she pulls back, Parker tries to follow, presses a quick kiss before she starts speaking. And if she thought she couldn't get any redder, she kind of does right then. ]
Oh-- [ Uhm. Awkward blink before she noses her neck a bit flustered. Angel always manages to make her shier than she has any right to be, messy and flustered and naked beneath her. Gives her a little kiss there. ] --Okay.
[ Like she would deny her anything.
Another small kiss to her shoulder and she turns around easily enough. Shoulders up, making the long scar down the line of her back more prominent. Precise in its path, work of a surgeon, small veins down the skin almost clear blue between bumps and bruises.
Parker looks over them to Angel, kind of annoyed in not being able to kiss her or hold her like that. She's way too far. ]
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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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Doesn't make her merciful though. No where else to go with her hand so she slides her fingers coaxing her to part her legs again, the ease of her fingertips against her clit. Unerring little bit of pressure and she pulls back to watch her in the small space. ]
No. [ Feels her fingers getting slick, makes the movements just that much easier, coating them particularly for it. She likes making her a mess. The heat and the stickiness and the thick heady scent of it all. ] I just like how you sound when you can't help yourself.
[ A tease then, the press of a fingertip against where she's more than ready for it, almost - almost - but then stops, withdraws, stills her fingers almost down to nothing and she's breathing short - not so unaffected. Parker is... less adventurous than she is, she knows. Knows that it's a process of guiding and convincing that it'll be good. Couldn't exhausted as utterly as she got so often ( not that she complained, when they had nothing to do but lay there in bed and Parker's head was between her thighs, laying there gasping out her name unashamed of herself ) but less that and more - getting her to the point that Angel so often is when it comes to Parker, beyond caring who bothered them or interrupted them. ] When you want me so badly.
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It is almost a chore for her to get her eyes open. She finally does, to look at her, so close (not enough). Slips her leg slowly over her hip, coaxed to get them apart. Breathes, shaky, and wraps both her arms around her shoulder, drawing odd patterns against her back and neck. Gets so hot when Angel starts talking and-- and yes, she is less open about everything, herself, but with Angel she isn't afraid of that leap. There is little defense against her words too, and Parker holds on tighter to her (because she needs her much more than Angel needs her, would never tell her that, but it is infinitely true). Breathless laugh between whimpers from her fingers, slick clinging to her, made worse by her fingers. ]
The thing is, [ She says, breathless and so, so utterly lost in her eyes. More to it thab just the lust of the moment. More to it than the beat of her heart. The ache in her chest. A lot morethat she can't say, that she won't, because it isn't fair, for either of them. ] I always want you.
[ She noses her, slow press of lips to hers. Shaking breath as she does because the fingers against her are so good, already, and they are barely there. Parker moans and whines for the loss of them, holding on to Angel hard. Looks at her again, all begging.
And she is hers, in that moment, all of herself belongs to Angel, willingly, giving, utterly. ]
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[ But unlike Parker she had never made a secret of it. She laid herself open and bare since the first, used her concern like a knife to cut this space for herself against Parker that wasn't fair but nothing was, not where she was concerned. Kisses her, a brush, and then again as she eases her fingers again, a little more this time, a little more space to move. Pressing in and in until she's knuckle deep and it's not a lot of movement, rather she curls her fingers up and in and moves in little quick deep jerks of her fingers and wrist into her. ] I think about you so often, of having you against me like this - even when you turn away from me.
[ Hurts sometimes, confuses her just as much when she's warm like this, but come leaving the small spaces, she acts cold, removed. Frustrates her more than she'd readily admit. ]
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Leaning back slightly to look at her, half lidded eyes, Parker makes a ragged noise as Angel starts to ease her fingers inside her, goes pinker by it, goes messier, can feel how easy it is for her to keep pushing and pushing and, oh god, she whimpers defenselessly into her mouth, holding on so hard as she stops - only because that's as deep as she can go, the press of her knuckles to her leaving a shudder run down her body.
And then, then she goes and starts moving them in a way that has no defense against. Parker moans, loudly, ragged breath, and holds on tight to Angel, pushing her face against her neck, gripping hard to her shoulders. And it's unbelievable, the way she curls and makes her muscle spasms rake through her, loud wet sounds because she is that turned on for Angel. Pressing desperate kisses to her skin, moaning her name high and sweet. ]
Oh- Oh my God-- [ She manages to stammer out into her skin, holding tighter, her leg pressing more into her hip. Can't form words, can't do anything but hold on to her. She moans, eyes closed tightly.
Takes her another try, but she forces her words out, tilting her head up to press closer to her skin, open mouth to her neck. ] I want to stay here forever. [ Spur of the moment, wants her pressed up, wants her holding her and pushing her in mindless pleasure, because she does it so well. Thinks about these moments too often sometimes. Likes it so much when she takes control, one she easily gives to her, isn't afraid of it, because she's sweet and demanding and bossy and Parker wishes she didn't like her so much, so often, so delicately. ]
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Demanding then, taking it away from her utterly. Because she wants her like this, leaning into her so desperately, wanting her, only her and the things she does to her. The keenness of connection that Parker shuts her out of. But gives it willingly in a different way when they're skin together, and greedy as she is, cruel as she is, she takes advantage of it. Uses the hold to guide her, rolling them together in a way that's seamless. A press back and forth, feeling the mess slick over her fingers and hands. ]
I'm here. I'll always be just here. [ An echo of warmth in her mind, impossible not to feel when they're this close, when she's deep in her, panting in quick sharp breaths because she never fought the connection, feels all her pleasure as her own, so - so good to be the one to work her up like this. ]
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Parker leans back from her neck to press her forehead against hers, mouth parted, lips red, cheeks flushed, eyes half-lidded and she can barely do anything but gasp, moving against her hand in her guidance. And it's too good, clenches, tightens, curls up inside her and she moans her name, because that's all the words she knows, Angel, Angel, Angel. It swims in her head, the pleasure, clouds everything, and she doesn't care for once if someone hears her, loud and so, so utterly belonging, head over heels.
Her fingers draw lines down her back, one hand sliding further out to hold on the sheets to try and not break any skin, knuckles turning white.
And the walls down, the inching in of her bliss, closer and closer and closer and it almost makes her feel sick. She whimpers, begs, rocking slowly against her rapidly moving fingers. Just about there, one more step. ]
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Not something like Parker had done to her - not pushing her fast and quick, but lets it go and go and go, little by little, she cannot say the words anymore, but it's there, in each and every little action. She wants it to be too much, she wants it to be bright, burning, all sunrise, until it's too much to look at. Brings her close, almost, almost there but not gone, not yet. Catches her between her fingers press up and close and into her, curling, and the set of her body against her, encouraging her in soft little words. She feels so good - tight and wet and her lips are so sweet she wants to kiss her every single day that she's allowed to, just let her, just let her, just let her. Eyes lowered still and it gets the better of her, it shouldn't, but she never said pretended she was pure.
Lets her just hang in it, where she can't feel anything else but this, then she stops, just the once, not all cruelty, withdrawing her fingers to adjust the angle. Almost completely gone from her, as she moves, settles herself that little bit lower and close before she presses up into her sharply again. It's quick, then, sharp little movements that can only really have one goal. Doesn't let up, just keeps moving, so easy where she's so slick. Encouraging the quicker roll of her hips from the steady grip on her thigh. ]
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Skittering the edge, so close, almost there and then-- then it's a broken sob when Angel pulls away and she's left completely wrecked, forcing her eyes open with a look of betrayal and confusion because why did she stop, god, why, she wants her back and tries to press against her, a needy rock of her hips to try and find her fingers. Voice small and strained, questioning tone. ]
N-No-- Don't--
[ Stop, don't stop, why did she stop, but it is a fraction of a second before she's pushing inside her again and there is nothing she can do against it. Sharp and demanding and Parker gives herself over because that is all she can do. Curls over her, moaning against her skin, teeth scrapping her shoulder, nails digging her back, fingers curling around the sheets and it takes her so little to make Parker come undone. It explodes in her, deep, too much, shuddering violently against her as her back arches and her forehead presses into her neck. It's messy and raw, coming over her fingers with a shiver, rides against them always crudely, loud, so loud and sweet when she cries out for her.
She stays there, breathing harsh, tight around her fingers even after she is done, pulsing rhythm from within. Can't move, can't speak, throat dry. Legs shaking, shoulder shaking, breath shaking. Every part of her feels like stars and she wraps her arms tiredly around her middle, hair all over the place, a thin layer of perspiration over her back and red chest. So completely hers. ]
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But not that kind, or maybe giving too much which is a cruelty of its own where she's caught, her fingers don't quite still, feels the wet that makes it so, so easy, that when she does pull her fingers free it's not to give her relief or ease away from her, instead she runs them flat over her, not about wiping off the mess of it all as just smear it up between her legs, harder than it should be to leave her alone. Doesn't want to, doesn't have to as she just lounges into the feeling - a smile on her lips and her voice is whispered, breathy, teasing. ]
Par-ker. [ all sing song and lilting, because oh she knows how easy it is to get under Parker's skin when she wants to. ] You're so wet.
[ Kisses her then, sudden and still not fair, but who cares about being fair when she Parker flush against her, pink in the face and her arms draped across her. Nothing, nothing, nothing between them but the afternoon light. ]
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Parker leans back slightly, to better fit against Angel, trying to take control of her quickening breath, but can only moan softly against her ear when Angel pull out of her-- but not away. Gets all red when she speaks, almost embarrassed for how her words have such a pull on herself. Doesn't mind the kiss because she has absolutely nothing to counter that, just pressing against the hand between her thighs and pulling her closer with her arms. Teeth scrapping at her bottom lip gently, tugging once before leaning away, for air.
Still shivering from Angel's finger. Tilts her head towards her, nosing her in a surprisingly tender way (or rather, not so surprising for Angel, always gentle and soft with her when they're just them). She brings up a hand to brush her hair out of her eyes, curling it behind her ear, thumb tracing around the rim of it, watching her with a hitched breath and half-lidded eyes. ]
And who's to blame for that?
[ She kisses her again, slipping her fingers against the back of her neck to keep her close, breaking it off only to kiss her again, continuously little kisses that are as sweet as they are quick. ]
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[ She pulls her hand away, a messy swipe against the sheets of her fingers to clean them off before she settled her hand flat to her back and she's done it enough times that it comes easy to roll Parker back and shift on top of her.
Doesn't break the kiss for it though, taking the eager little movements with a happy bubble of laughter that bursts out of her. Wriggling herself to settle over her, getting her legs either side of her hips, her weight balancing on her elbows as she stretched out in a languid movement that is about pressing them flush for just one movement where she leans to trap her into a kiss. Longer again, the flick of her tongue into her mouth, a comfortable bearing down.
All promising, eager, and when she pulls back it's by barely a millimetre, widening her legs a little to give her space as she whispers. ]
Roll over onto your chest for me.
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Doesn't mind getting interrupted for it, for more kisses, and Parker sighs, leaning up to meet her half way. Parts her lips for Angel, hands over her shoulders, gently running her nails up and down her skin. Soft and tender, eyes closed and head tilted to give her space, to invite her in. One hand lowering to her thigh, then a little higher, gripping supple skin gently (because she can and wants to take advantage of it).
When she pulls back, Parker tries to follow, presses a quick kiss before she starts speaking. And if she thought she couldn't get any redder, she kind of does right then. ]
Oh-- [ Uhm. Awkward blink before she noses her neck a bit flustered. Angel always manages to make her shier than she has any right to be, messy and flustered and naked beneath her. Gives her a little kiss there. ] --Okay.
[ Like she would deny her anything.
Another small kiss to her shoulder and she turns around easily enough. Shoulders up, making the long scar down the line of her back more prominent. Precise in its path, work of a surgeon, small veins down the skin almost clear blue between bumps and bruises.
Parker looks over them to Angel, kind of annoyed in not being able to kiss her or hold her like that. She's way too far. ]
Come here?
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