[ 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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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.