[ 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. ]
[ She gives into her for only a moment, can be kind when she wants to, leaning forward over her - tempting almost to lay on her like that, some kind of mockery of how all too often she finds Parker curled up on her - but not this time at least. She shifts her weight up on her knees instead, hands bracing as she tips forward to kiss her shoulder, then the back of her neck. The tickle of her hair against her shoulder as it falls past her face. Longer these days, keeps it prettier than Jack ever let her do. Letting her warmth set over her comfortably. ]
I'm right here.
[ But she doesn't stay, not that kind right now, rather she wants to look -- at the scar of her spine, drops another kiss to the top of the long snaking line. Gentle against her.
Not quite her real go, what she's interested in seeing and she giggles, terrible little content noise as she drops another kiss and the murmur is so, so sweet against the deep red scratch markings she'd left in tallies of what Parker had caused her to become. ] Look at what I did to you.
[ Another kiss, a little lower, working her way down her back, meandering path that she wasn't taking her time with. Content in just kissing her everywhere she could reach, in turn biting with a sharp sting to where she breathes a tickle of warm air. Down, down, down, until she reaches her lower back and she sinks herself low over her and closes her mouth over a patch of skin, sucking hard with the set of her teeth, marking the way she had thought she would before. Another one to match the others she'd left before, but this time, maybe more mercifully, less obvious a place. ]
[ It's almost too sweet, the way Angel touches her. Speaks to her. Parker could melt right then from it. Smiling, she leans up against her, fitting like two pieces of a puzzle when she leans down to kiss her shoulder. Eyes slipping shut as she tilts her head in a way that makes it easier for her to press her lips to the back of her neck, biting her lower lip with a tiny moan of delight. Tilts her head up again, brushing a kiss against her chin. ]
Yeah. [ Which is her own way of saying thank you for being there, not spoken but there in her tone, how she looks at her, so captivated, so-- utterly hers.
Parker shifts slightly under her, dropping her head as she kisses down her spine. Sweetest thing and she sighs, laughing softly as she continues to press kisses down her back, over the marks she left. ] I like that. [ Means she likes when Parker has her head between her thighs, and that's always her goal anyway.
Her eyes flutter closed as Angel marks her way down, and down, until she makes her arch slightly, pushing her face against a pillow, red and flustered. Moans, a little surprised how it gets to her, the way she pulls a mark on her (and maybe it's part of it, letting go of power to let her do it so willingly). Laying down flat on her chest, she looks over her shoulder again, redder again. ]
What are you doing? [ Slight laughter in her voice, but a little heavier, biting her lower lip as she does. ]
[ It's so hard to keep her hands off her, some days, she's a greedy, needful thing. So eager always to tug her aside and kiss her silly, in the best sort of way - and then other times, in the worst kind of way. Wants to thread her fingers into her hair and pull up between her thighs and grind recklessly against her mouth. ]
Mm? [ Looks up, where she's got lips to her skin, and - still hard to keep her hands off her, but right now she doesn't have to, doesn't have to do anything else but this. ] I wanted to see.
[ a smile as soft as anything as she drops her head again, kissing softly over the mark she'd left. Then a bit lower, hovers there and looks up at her again. ] Lift up your hips for me?
[ To be honest, Parker would never oppose to Angel's hands being on her all the time (well, if they were in private, at least). She laughs softly again and drops her face against her crossed arms, soft hair falling over her forehead as she does. Lets her kiss her, feeling so completely at ease. Nothing comes quite close to these quiet moments of tenderness and she holds on to them as hard as she can, keeps them close to her heart. Shares only with Angel how bright she feels every time.
The tickle of Angel's lips and hair on her skin makes her smile again, eyes closed, before she slowly opens them at the sound of her voice. ]
You wanted to see? [ She half laughs, amused breath, not sure if she follows.
Then, it takes a while to register what she's saying and when she does, her heart skips a beat a little. To say yes is definitely to become vulnerable, exposed. To say no, an impossibility. She could never quite deny her anything, especially not when she asks her to do it for her. Trusts her more than anyone else and she doesn't as much hesitate as she has to breathe out slowly to still her heart, licking her lower lip.
It's slow and delicate, the way she does it. Arching her back, pushing down against herself to raise her hips from the mattress, chest still pressed against the pillow she slowly wraps her arms around, holding to herself. Pink on her face. Brushes her hair behind her ear, almost-- coyly. Always vulnerable around her. Muscles of her stomach tensing gently, well defined lines there, where her hips dip into lines. ]
[ She lets her shift back and she bites at her lip and it's no secret that she likes the control - to ask and to get what she wants - and it had been worse than she was now. Once it had been a method of control in particular against Jack. Asking for things, asking for whatever she wanted, nonsense and useless just to see what he would do to keep her complacent. What would keep her happy to swallow down on the toast of her own burning blood - but this is different and she doesn't answer with words so much.
Rather, she leans forward, a hand lifting up to smooth across her rear and down and draws her fingers across her again. Tucking her hair away behind her hair as her breath tickles in close. Not an answer, no, but a use of lips anyway as she moved close to catch against where she's nothing but wet and open and willing for her. A slow draw of her mouth against her. A lingering sort of kiss, pressing her tongue into her and her eyes close with it, tastes - like Parker she supposes. Salty, like her skin, feels the shiver at being so close and slips her fingers around and under to brush where she can't quite reach like this.
It's slow, she knows after so much time, that she'd always been the more curious of the two of them. More inclined to push boundaries that she shouldn't always. Though she's nothing but careful with Parker. Nothing but tender, wants only, only, only, to make her feel good. ( Like somehow, she could make up for everything else. ) ]
[ The silence only serves to make her breathing tighter, a little heavier. Parker tips her head forward, leaning against her arms as her fingers slowly grip on to the pillow. Tighter still when Angel hand settles on her skin and drags across where she's still over sensitive, and there is not much to do about it in this position.
There is absolutely nothing to do when she feels her breath nearer and then the brush of her mouth and it's almost too much. Inhales sharply, holding her breath with an open mouth for a couple of seconds, before letting it go in a strangled moan, her knees pressing against the mattress harder. Tries to stay still for her, hard thing to do, burying her face against the pillow as she bites her lower lip. Her words come muffled, arching her back suddenly when she brings her hand around. ]
Jesus.
[ It's all she can say, gasping at the feeling of her tongue and it feels-- it feels so good. Too slow, and torturous, but it's so sweet and pointed that it gets her pink in the face, whimpering muffled moans into the pillow.
Angel always did like to push boundaries, but there are not that many Parker has around her. Especially not if it gets the wet warmth of her mouth parting around her. ]
[ It's tentative, but she's different to Parker, not quite as skilled but when she wants to be, she can be patience, coaxing, informed by each little movement of Parker's, the pitch of her voice and the way her body snaps in response.
It makes it worth it, even as the angle isn't the best in the world, but she doesn't mind it, adjusts herself when she needs to take the pressure off. Her hand slipping from her every so often to roam over her skin, fingers drawing lines down her back. Not the vicious desperate pull when she had been so enthralled, but following the arch of her back as her tongue flicks over her, feeling how her body pulses with it. The clench and Angel pulls back that little bit, easing her from it being too much, as much about letting her recover and letting it build up again.
Eventually, the angle just doesn't work and she drops, rolling herself onto her back, with her hands steadying against Parker's hips that as much to tell her she hasn't gone far. Settles herself under her then, pushing up that little bit under Parker's hips and doesn't waste any time, pressing up against her over again, better angle, and with it the pace she sets is more measured. Can't see as much as she likes but she can feel it all, regardless. ]
[ Each passing second Angel has her mouth over her makes it harder for Parker to form words or thoughts other than a show of absolute pleasure. She whimpers in quick succession, breathless as she slips her arms under and clenches to the sheets. Pressing her face more into the pillow, muffling her cries by biting into it. Legs slipping slightly over her arms.
She doesn't care to hide the shudders anymore, but doing her very best not to grind too much into her. Pushes her face to the side so that her breathing isn't too hot, Angel's name tumbling off her lips, like nothing is sweeter than her. Arching her back to the scratch of her nails against her skin, feels-- feels too much, combined with her tongue pressing into her. She loves it, every single second of it, even when it's slower and more tentative, but Angel has never been anything but determined. Her belly clenches, air sucked in to form a slight dip in her as she presses on against her over sensitive self.
There's a ragged moan that rips through her when she pulls away, whimpering needily, looking over to Angel to see why-- only to feel her shift and she gasps as she feels her back on her. It tightens inside her, slow growing, and she doesn't glow, not like Angel, but her skin rises in goosebumps and grows red and wetter, and how is that even possible.
There is barely any thought in her head, but she has the will of mind to whisper for Angel to wait, to hold on, and she slowly shifts as well so that she isn't completely trapping her. Well, not in the uncomfortable way she was laying on. She uses the headboard to push herself up on her knees, settling them under Angel's arms. She slips a hand through her hair then, the other holding herself up against the wall, fingers clenching hard at it. Eyes half closed as she watches Angel's face turned up to her and she thinks she could just lose herself in that moment. Not that she's too far off from it, moaning in a tiny voice and breathless gasps as she rocks her hips gently against where her tongue draws slowly, thighs shaking, muscles of her stomach trembling. ]
[ Her eyes are up and sharp on her as she keeps her spot, gives her enough space at least let her push herself up without tumbling over with the motion. Because she's slick and warm against her tongue, and a flick against as she settles and as she moves up, she brings her hands up and around, curving across Parker's thighs, up to brace against her hips and press her fingers to steady where Parker balanced.
There's no break from it now, and she gives then as much as she can, the way she knows how Parker likes. The way that leaves her panting and wretched most, and presses against it mercilessly. No build, just to take, take, take. Because she wants to hear her, wants to let her have this because she's too aware that come morning she won't be here. There's nothing for it, she will fight for the hive. But these things, they are all Parker's. Given: sweet, the nuzzling kisses of early morning that are denied later. Given: breathless gasps of each other name like God was to be found in it.
She tilts her face up at the angle, one hand drawing around after a moment, slipping against her body slowly - over the flat of her stomach, ( feels the tremour in her and she hums so sweetly back in response, softly where her mouth is close over her ) and brings her fingers up between her legs - and no, the angle isn't perfect. Learning every which way with her, eager to do it as often as she can, but it's purposeful as she flicks her tongue against her clit, sweetly distracting as she teases, gentle, not too much ( everything right now, she knows, is too much ) as her fingers press into her over again. Wet and easy and, it's not fast, but it doesn't let up, working her against both in time. Unforgiving sort of dance. ]
[ There is a kind of very real vulnerability being held like that and Parker- Parker likes it. She likes feeling that she can be like that, sometimes, but she only likes it because it's with Angel. There is no way she would give herself over like she does with her. It rips and shreds her to pieces, and she knows it's poison, it's corrosive, it's destructive, when you think about how little they have, constant race against time, constantly trying to make it go slower so they can have more and sometimes it hurts so much she just wants to curl up to her and cry.
But she doesn't. She never does, even when her heart beats oddly.
Nothing of that matters then, though, as Angel leans closer and hums against her and the high little noise Parker makes is so adorable that it almost feels out of place from what they're doing. Her hand tightens around Angel's dark hair, slightly hunched forward and gripping the bed's headboard tighter with her eyes closed. It feels so good, she's too sensitive, but it feels so good she might just die there.
It only gets better when she thinks it can't, Angel's finger and tongue merciless against her. Her hips buck slightly and she quickly brings the hand in her hair to her own lips, biting slightly on it to try to-- do something, anything, because she has no idea how to keep herself up. Muffled moans into the skin of her hand, then brings it around again because there is a restlessness inside her and Angel clearly wants to make her pass out from it.
It gets to her, almost too quick. She's always so easy to her. Always so weak and giving. She doesn't have time to tell her to slow down, to wait, it's-- it's too much and she can't talk, only cry out, moaning. Parker moves her hand again, finding Angel's free one. Slips her fingers against hers, pressing softly on her hand to pin it to the mattress under them. Holds on so tight, because words don't come, but she holds her hand tight, and her hair in a hand, and arches her back when her tongue hits the perfect rhythm that she has studied so well, hips bucking slightly away from her because she can't-- can't stand any more, too much, too sensitive. There's a sudden clench and explosive release as she hits that sweet point, mind going numb and nearly hit her head on the headboard as she slaps the hand that was in her hair to it again to prevent an awkward finish. She doesn't even care, ragged breath and trembling and biting her lip with tiny moans as the climax seems to not to want to stop rushing through her for a little while. ]
[ She watches the curve in of her belly as she sucks in those deep heavy breaths between moans, the rise and fall of her chest where she can't help herself and feels where she clenches tight around her fingers, where she's so slick against her tongue. She won't hold on much longer and Angel has little interest in letting her. Letting her reckless grind against her mouth. Over and over and over again.
Feels her rock sharp and the breathless sound that she makes as she - no, no she doesn't stop, doesn't give her space, rocks her fingers quick and deep into her in quick little beckoning motions to just let her hang. Feels the mess of how wet she is run down her fingers, smeared with each gesture until she finally eases up.
Messy - like she likes it, she supposes, always so much to this. The visceral parts of living that left her so eager and aching. Before she finally pulls her fingers from her in a slow dragged out gesture ( Parker is always the last person to call her kind, after all ) and looks up at her where she's settled between her thighs. Kissing her thigh tenderly in reassurance as Parker gets her breath back.
Doesn't need to ask if it was good, can feel it, humming and sweet and in that little shake all through both their bodies in the looping feedback of contact. ]
[ With her forehead against the board, Parker tries to regain her breath again in deep, heavy pants, sucking in air, eyes closed, so, so red. She whimpers pathetically when Angel pulls her fingers out, bucking slightly at it, like any movement is too much. She makes only tiny noises then, leaning her hand down to brushes her hair back without really looking to what she's doing.
It takes her a while, but she finally moves. Not usually elegant like she is when she's hopping from roof to roof, but languid and heavy and almost clumsy with how loose limbed she feels. Climbing off and to the side, where she just kind of drops on the mattress belly down, scooting to her side. Pushes herself up on her elbows slightly to lean over Angel, brushing her nose with hers, red and sweaty and out of breath, shaking limbs still lingering with the after shock of mind-numbing bliss. Kisses her cheek and her chin all languid and tiredly, can barely keep her eyes open for it, still feeling so good. Her silent appreciation of her. Kisses her cheek over and over, a slow path to her lips. Light kisses to her mouth then, so sweet and completely innocent considering their past hours activity.
All that sweetness carrying the words she wants to say, suddenly, but is too scared to do it. ]
[ She lets Parker settle and takes the moment she rolls down beside her to wipe her fingers off in a hasty motion and wipe her mouth briefly in a way that's nothing but satisfied. To see her shake like that, so undone like that.
Props herself up on her side as she moves in close, chasing the kiss with one of her own to her forehead, her neck. Because there aren't words - in the morning, they both know, she'll be done. In the morning she'll be fighting to do as the hive wants her to do, and as she is happy to. They'll never see eye to eye over it, but she is glad for what she's given, that she can feel exactly how good Parker feels in return with just this closeness. A hum that tingles all the way down as she leans across to card Parker's hair away from her flushed face.
Draping herself across her comfortably, this is the easiest thing in the world. This feels right, happy, whole. She has this other piece of her tucked in comfortably. ]
[ Moments like this fill her up with such-- happiness that she feels she could explode. The sweetness of it, the languid touches, the soft kisses. It's enough to destroy her, really. To know that they have nothing but these moments. To know they will burn in the end.
But she doesn't think about that, closing her eyes at the kiss to her forehead instead, turning her nose to her hair when she kisses her neck. Parker leans down a little to press kisses to her chest, a smile on her face that not a lot see. All satisfaction and adoration, tilting her head to the hand in her head.
She finally gives in, recovered enough, laying down completely, all tucked in against Angel, nosing her shoulder (which she kisses and kisses and kisses), bringing her arm around her middle, settling a hand on her back. Drawing her fingers up and down her warm skin as she lays her head on the pillow to look at her. Nothing to say but so much she wants to. Looking at her in this awful mix of pain and devotion. Of knowing how she feels and knowing she can't feel like that. It's just a thing. Doesn't even have a name. A thing. She makes sure she buries it all down, that nothing can be picked up in the little cracks of her walls.
She leans over to kiss her again, pressing her words to her lips. ]
Wake me up in the morning? Before you go?
[ She doesn't want to wake up alone again. She'd rather see her leave than the absolute wrenched heart she gets when she wakes up to an empty bed. ]
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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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I'm right here.
[ But she doesn't stay, not that kind right now, rather she wants to look -- at the scar of her spine, drops another kiss to the top of the long snaking line. Gentle against her.
Not quite her real go, what she's interested in seeing and she giggles, terrible little content noise as she drops another kiss and the murmur is so, so sweet against the deep red scratch markings she'd left in tallies of what Parker had caused her to become. ] Look at what I did to you.
[ Another kiss, a little lower, working her way down her back, meandering path that she wasn't taking her time with. Content in just kissing her everywhere she could reach, in turn biting with a sharp sting to where she breathes a tickle of warm air. Down, down, down, until she reaches her lower back and she sinks herself low over her and closes her mouth over a patch of skin, sucking hard with the set of her teeth, marking the way she had thought she would before. Another one to match the others she'd left before, but this time, maybe more mercifully, less obvious a place. ]
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Yeah. [ Which is her own way of saying thank you for being there, not spoken but there in her tone, how she looks at her, so captivated, so-- utterly hers.
Parker shifts slightly under her, dropping her head as she kisses down her spine. Sweetest thing and she sighs, laughing softly as she continues to press kisses down her back, over the marks she left. ] I like that. [ Means she likes when Parker has her head between her thighs, and that's always her goal anyway.
Her eyes flutter closed as Angel marks her way down, and down, until she makes her arch slightly, pushing her face against a pillow, red and flustered. Moans, a little surprised how it gets to her, the way she pulls a mark on her (and maybe it's part of it, letting go of power to let her do it so willingly). Laying down flat on her chest, she looks over her shoulder again, redder again. ]
What are you doing? [ Slight laughter in her voice, but a little heavier, biting her lower lip as she does. ]
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Mm? [ Looks up, where she's got lips to her skin, and - still hard to keep her hands off her, but right now she doesn't have to, doesn't have to do anything else but this. ] I wanted to see.
[ a smile as soft as anything as she drops her head again, kissing softly over the mark she'd left. Then a bit lower, hovers there and looks up at her again. ] Lift up your hips for me?
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The tickle of Angel's lips and hair on her skin makes her smile again, eyes closed, before she slowly opens them at the sound of her voice. ]
You wanted to see? [ She half laughs, amused breath, not sure if she follows.
Then, it takes a while to register what she's saying and when she does, her heart skips a beat a little. To say yes is definitely to become vulnerable, exposed. To say no, an impossibility. She could never quite deny her anything, especially not when she asks her to do it for her. Trusts her more than anyone else and she doesn't as much hesitate as she has to breathe out slowly to still her heart, licking her lower lip.
It's slow and delicate, the way she does it. Arching her back, pushing down against herself to raise her hips from the mattress, chest still pressed against the pillow she slowly wraps her arms around, holding to herself. Pink on her face. Brushes her hair behind her ear, almost-- coyly. Always vulnerable around her. Muscles of her stomach tensing gently, well defined lines there, where her hips dip into lines. ]
Is that okay?
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Rather, she leans forward, a hand lifting up to smooth across her rear and down and draws her fingers across her again. Tucking her hair away behind her hair as her breath tickles in close. Not an answer, no, but a use of lips anyway as she moved close to catch against where she's nothing but wet and open and willing for her. A slow draw of her mouth against her. A lingering sort of kiss, pressing her tongue into her and her eyes close with it, tastes - like Parker she supposes. Salty, like her skin, feels the shiver at being so close and slips her fingers around and under to brush where she can't quite reach like this.
It's slow, she knows after so much time, that she'd always been the more curious of the two of them. More inclined to push boundaries that she shouldn't always. Though she's nothing but careful with Parker. Nothing but tender, wants only, only, only, to make her feel good. ( Like somehow, she could make up for everything else. ) ]
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There is absolutely nothing to do when she feels her breath nearer and then the brush of her mouth and it's almost too much. Inhales sharply, holding her breath with an open mouth for a couple of seconds, before letting it go in a strangled moan, her knees pressing against the mattress harder. Tries to stay still for her, hard thing to do, burying her face against the pillow as she bites her lower lip. Her words come muffled, arching her back suddenly when she brings her hand around. ]
Jesus.
[ It's all she can say, gasping at the feeling of her tongue and it feels-- it feels so good. Too slow, and torturous, but it's so sweet and pointed that it gets her pink in the face, whimpering muffled moans into the pillow.
Angel always did like to push boundaries, but there are not that many Parker has around her. Especially not if it gets the wet warmth of her mouth parting around her. ]
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It makes it worth it, even as the angle isn't the best in the world, but she doesn't mind it, adjusts herself when she needs to take the pressure off. Her hand slipping from her every so often to roam over her skin, fingers drawing lines down her back. Not the vicious desperate pull when she had been so enthralled, but following the arch of her back as her tongue flicks over her, feeling how her body pulses with it. The clench and Angel pulls back that little bit, easing her from it being too much, as much about letting her recover and letting it build up again.
Eventually, the angle just doesn't work and she drops, rolling herself onto her back, with her hands steadying against Parker's hips that as much to tell her she hasn't gone far. Settles herself under her then, pushing up that little bit under Parker's hips and doesn't waste any time, pressing up against her over again, better angle, and with it the pace she sets is more measured. Can't see as much as she likes but she can feel it all, regardless. ]
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She doesn't care to hide the shudders anymore, but doing her very best not to grind too much into her. Pushes her face to the side so that her breathing isn't too hot, Angel's name tumbling off her lips, like nothing is sweeter than her. Arching her back to the scratch of her nails against her skin, feels-- feels too much, combined with her tongue pressing into her. She loves it, every single second of it, even when it's slower and more tentative, but Angel has never been anything but determined. Her belly clenches, air sucked in to form a slight dip in her as she presses on against her over sensitive self.
There's a ragged moan that rips through her when she pulls away, whimpering needily, looking over to Angel to see why-- only to feel her shift and she gasps as she feels her back on her. It tightens inside her, slow growing, and she doesn't glow, not like Angel, but her skin rises in goosebumps and grows red and wetter, and how is that even possible.
There is barely any thought in her head, but she has the will of mind to whisper for Angel to wait, to hold on, and she slowly shifts as well so that she isn't completely trapping her. Well, not in the uncomfortable way she was laying on. She uses the headboard to push herself up on her knees, settling them under Angel's arms. She slips a hand through her hair then, the other holding herself up against the wall, fingers clenching hard at it. Eyes half closed as she watches Angel's face turned up to her and she thinks she could just lose herself in that moment. Not that she's too far off from it, moaning in a tiny voice and breathless gasps as she rocks her hips gently against where her tongue draws slowly, thighs shaking, muscles of her stomach trembling. ]
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There's no break from it now, and she gives then as much as she can, the way she knows how Parker likes. The way that leaves her panting and wretched most, and presses against it mercilessly. No build, just to take, take, take. Because she wants to hear her, wants to let her have this because she's too aware that come morning she won't be here. There's nothing for it, she will fight for the hive. But these things, they are all Parker's. Given: sweet, the nuzzling kisses of early morning that are denied later. Given: breathless gasps of each other name like God was to be found in it.
She tilts her face up at the angle, one hand drawing around after a moment, slipping against her body slowly - over the flat of her stomach, ( feels the tremour in her and she hums so sweetly back in response, softly where her mouth is close over her ) and brings her fingers up between her legs - and no, the angle isn't perfect. Learning every which way with her, eager to do it as often as she can, but it's purposeful as she flicks her tongue against her clit, sweetly distracting as she teases, gentle, not too much ( everything right now, she knows, is too much ) as her fingers press into her over again. Wet and easy and, it's not fast, but it doesn't let up, working her against both in time. Unforgiving sort of dance. ]
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But she doesn't. She never does, even when her heart beats oddly.
Nothing of that matters then, though, as Angel leans closer and hums against her and the high little noise Parker makes is so adorable that it almost feels out of place from what they're doing. Her hand tightens around Angel's dark hair, slightly hunched forward and gripping the bed's headboard tighter with her eyes closed. It feels so good, she's too sensitive, but it feels so good she might just die there.
It only gets better when she thinks it can't, Angel's finger and tongue merciless against her. Her hips buck slightly and she quickly brings the hand in her hair to her own lips, biting slightly on it to try to-- do something, anything, because she has no idea how to keep herself up. Muffled moans into the skin of her hand, then brings it around again because there is a restlessness inside her and Angel clearly wants to make her pass out from it.
It gets to her, almost too quick. She's always so easy to her. Always so weak and giving. She doesn't have time to tell her to slow down, to wait, it's-- it's too much and she can't talk, only cry out, moaning. Parker moves her hand again, finding Angel's free one. Slips her fingers against hers, pressing softly on her hand to pin it to the mattress under them. Holds on so tight, because words don't come, but she holds her hand tight, and her hair in a hand, and arches her back when her tongue hits the perfect rhythm that she has studied so well, hips bucking slightly away from her because she can't-- can't stand any more, too much, too sensitive. There's a sudden clench and explosive release as she hits that sweet point, mind going numb and nearly hit her head on the headboard as she slaps the hand that was in her hair to it again to prevent an awkward finish. She doesn't even care, ragged breath and trembling and biting her lip with tiny moans as the climax seems to not to want to stop rushing through her for a little while. ]
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Feels her rock sharp and the breathless sound that she makes as she - no, no she doesn't stop, doesn't give her space, rocks her fingers quick and deep into her in quick little beckoning motions to just let her hang. Feels the mess of how wet she is run down her fingers, smeared with each gesture until she finally eases up.
Messy - like she likes it, she supposes, always so much to this. The visceral parts of living that left her so eager and aching. Before she finally pulls her fingers from her in a slow dragged out gesture ( Parker is always the last person to call her kind, after all ) and looks up at her where she's settled between her thighs. Kissing her thigh tenderly in reassurance as Parker gets her breath back.
Doesn't need to ask if it was good, can feel it, humming and sweet and in that little shake all through both their bodies in the looping feedback of contact. ]
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It takes her a while, but she finally moves. Not usually elegant like she is when she's hopping from roof to roof, but languid and heavy and almost clumsy with how loose limbed she feels. Climbing off and to the side, where she just kind of drops on the mattress belly down, scooting to her side. Pushes herself up on her elbows slightly to lean over Angel, brushing her nose with hers, red and sweaty and out of breath, shaking limbs still lingering with the after shock of mind-numbing bliss. Kisses her cheek and her chin all languid and tiredly, can barely keep her eyes open for it, still feeling so good. Her silent appreciation of her. Kisses her cheek over and over, a slow path to her lips. Light kisses to her mouth then, so sweet and completely innocent considering their past hours activity.
All that sweetness carrying the words she wants to say, suddenly, but is too scared to do it. ]
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Props herself up on her side as she moves in close, chasing the kiss with one of her own to her forehead, her neck. Because there aren't words - in the morning, they both know, she'll be done. In the morning she'll be fighting to do as the hive wants her to do, and as she is happy to. They'll never see eye to eye over it, but she is glad for what she's given, that she can feel exactly how good Parker feels in return with just this closeness. A hum that tingles all the way down as she leans across to card Parker's hair away from her flushed face.
Draping herself across her comfortably, this is the easiest thing in the world. This feels right, happy, whole. She has this other piece of her tucked in comfortably. ]
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But she doesn't think about that, closing her eyes at the kiss to her forehead instead, turning her nose to her hair when she kisses her neck. Parker leans down a little to press kisses to her chest, a smile on her face that not a lot see. All satisfaction and adoration, tilting her head to the hand in her head.
She finally gives in, recovered enough, laying down completely, all tucked in against Angel, nosing her shoulder (which she kisses and kisses and kisses), bringing her arm around her middle, settling a hand on her back. Drawing her fingers up and down her warm skin as she lays her head on the pillow to look at her. Nothing to say but so much she wants to. Looking at her in this awful mix of pain and devotion. Of knowing how she feels and knowing she can't feel like that. It's just a thing. Doesn't even have a name. A thing. She makes sure she buries it all down, that nothing can be picked up in the little cracks of her walls.
She leans over to kiss her again, pressing her words to her lips. ]
Wake me up in the morning? Before you go?
[ She doesn't want to wake up alone again. She'd rather see her leave than the absolute wrenched heart she gets when she wakes up to an empty bed. ]
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