[ 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. ]
[ It's an easy consideration, she knows it's not - fair, to either of them. That she does go so often without saying anything - but it's almost as bad as saying goodbye, she knows. But it is what it is, she wouldn't stop, and neither would Parker.
But in her own small way, that she could never, never admit, she indulges Parker in ways she doesn't others. ]
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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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But in her own small way, that she could never, never admit, she indulges Parker in ways she doesn't others. ]
Okay. First thing, I promise.