[ She really doesn't like places with too many people. She especially doesn't like places with too many people and loud music and intoxicating scent of smoke and alcohol and sticky floor from spilled gin tonics and vodka lemon. The only thing that could make all of this worse would be Spring Break.
Yet, here she is, in the middle of Ibiza, for one week of party and sun and all the things she doesn't care to do. Dragged by Angel and she can never say no to her, and it's slowly becoming a problem. She could be spending a whole quiet week of reading her books and going to her parkour group free runs, enjoy the sun quietly on a park-- but it kind of seemed lame when Angel had announced she was going to go with the lot of them to the Spring Break Party. Or, hashtag-sprung-broke (someone ought to tell the organising committee that it was a shitty pun and nobody found it funny, and they could have also told every that the "broke" part is that there wasn't a hotel cheap enough to host so many college students so they had to rent out a whole motel but at least there was a pool). She hadn't made it easy when she told her she had already bought Parker's ticket. Which would annoy her normally, but Angel knew well she wouldn't say no. She was right.
It really is the only reason why she's in the middle of drunk, high people with the bass rumbling through her bones and ears, music nearly deafening her as lights of a thousand colours flash annoyingly. And still, she doesn't mind it so much because she has her chest pressed to Angel's back and her hands around her waist to move against in in the deep bass of the music. It makes Parker's very short shorts - her denim shirt buttoned up to the last button with her sleeves rolled up is nearly as long as those shorts - ride up a more, but she doesn't care that much. Too focused on this very stupid proximity she can't help but to hang on. Nosing the back of Angel's ear as they dance, moving her hips against hers. She has proper rhythm, knows how to move, but this is Angel's deal, really. Clubbing has never been Parker's strong suit, but she manages to fit in surprisingly well. Doing her best to focus on the moment than any ramifications it might have, though she knows all too well that they are there and she doesn't want to deal with them right now. ]
[ This has always been the sort of thing she loved - for a dozen reasons: because it was something Jack would never approve of, because she likes the mess and sweat of so many people moving as one, she likes the connection, of instead of being a pretty doll set on a shelf, in here her hair is sticking to her with sweat and water that they splashed over the crowd in the thrill it is. Likes the way that she's just one more face in the crowd, not Handsome Jack's daughter with a swarm of paparazzi around her like flies. She loves it for the way there's no pretence to it at all, it's drunk and drug fucked and she's got - everything she could imagine wanting right then with no concern for what she should be. A thick heavy inhale of air that's enough to get drunk on from the amount of everything in the air at the moment.
There are a hundred reasons she enjoys this normally, but the one she enjoys for right now is at her back. Pressed chest to hip and the bass is loud, she doesn't have to talk or think or do anything at all, but lean her hands up and behind her, thread them through Parker's hair. Face turned up and into her, not to speak, and not even to tease, just heavy full breaths sucked in deep as she moves in the same reckless grind that feels seamless to how Parker moves against her - knew she would be a good dancer. The brightly coloured dress she's wearing covers where it needs to, white and sticking to her with the heat of so many people. Feels Parker's breath on her neck and closes her eyes for it. Feels it all like heart beat as she stretches out against her. The arch up of her chest up, hips pressing back against her. ]
[ There a good hundreds of people in the club. By all accounts, Parker should be bothered. Itching like you do when you're somewhere where you don't want to be. But Parker isn't, because as far as she is concerned, there is one single person on that dancefloor (the world) in that moment and that's Angel. The hands running through her hair aren't the only thing making her heart skip, but they might as well be. She turns her face against the skin of her neck more for them, and she smells so nice that it makes her stomach curl. It takes all of her will to not to kiss her then. They're only drunk off the rhythm and the beat and the vibe of the party. But she still can't bring herself to it.
So instead, she grips at her harder, tilting her head down a little to watch their hips move slow, a grind that shouldn't but is. Keeps one hand at her hip, fitting so perfectly against her at her back, the other slipping over her stomach to feel the way she arches back into her.
Parker bites her bottom lip, sucking it between her teeth, tilting her head back, hot breath ghosting over her skin, to look at her. Just for a second, because looking at her like that, with the way they're so close, and Angel looks like she could draw a crowd behind her to line up to dance with her (but she chose her instead and that only makes Parker press her chest to her back more, moving, dancing). But then she doesn't, closes her eyes, slipping the hand from her stomach to a path up to the underside of her arm, only fingers as she tilts her head to the hands in her hair. ]
[ It feels good, it always does, when they're pressed this close and she doesn't have to think or do anything else but feel it. Wherever they're pressed close together sings back at her and she pants roughly with the steadiness of the movement. Letting her head fall back against Parker's shoulder, reckless with it. If there's a time to be stupid and idiotic and do the things that she'll look back on fondly, it's now - and that's perfect as far as she's concerned.
Because she wants to kiss her ( she always wants to kiss her ) and she wants to do much more than that and it's too loud to say it, the bass better than words could be anyway. So she stretches against her, keeps her fingers in her hair as she presses her face against Parker's neck, mouth hot and rough on her skin and the moan is a vibration against her, than so much a sound. Invitation if there ever was one. ]
[ There always have been excuses; Angel being drunk, both of them nearly asleep (all curled up when they shouldn't), not being the right moment, too many people looking, there has always been an excuse. But she is running out of them and that scares her. Heart twisted and stomach turned, Parker makes a tiny sound that is lost to the loudness of the music as Angel puts her mouth to her neck. It shoots down to the pit of her belly, a warmth that makes her press tighter to her and Parker gasps, tilting her head down slightly. The feeling it is, the plain openness of her, and she could take it.
But part of her claws inside her brain that she shouldn't do this, because, regardless how much Parker absolutely adores Angel, she knows the possibility of getting hurt is very much there. She doesn't want it to be a fleeting thing, doesn't want it to be another one night stand to never repeat again. She wants her for more than a moment.
The problem is, with their closeness and Angel's lips on her skin and her hands in her hair and her body against her and her scent and her warmth and-- Parker might just as well take the single moment and hold on to it.
It isn't perfect. It isn't how she thought it would be. It definitely isn't where she would like it to be. But things never work the way you want them to, or the way you have imagined again and again in your head, guiltily thinking about it every once in a while when she has her head on Angel's lap and gets her to pet her hair like some demanding puppy. But at least it's real and without excuses.
Parker turns her face against Angel and noses her cheek, breath faltering and heart skipping as she does. Her grinding slowly down because she can't focus on anything else, both hands smoothing down Angel's sides, holding on to her waist. Keeps her eyes on hers while she does, arms slipping tighter around her middle. She's not much taller than her, but enough to press comfortably on to her. And there are too many people and the music is too loud and everything is too much, but Parker falls into her trap, her invitation, and flickers her eyes down to her lips, finally, finally leaning into her with a complete contrast to their dancing, such a lovely thing, tiny noise she makes into her mouth when presses the sweetest kiss to it, that says more than her words could, stay, stay, I want you so much, stay. ]
[ In the mess of people, they're just one more couple, they're just one more mess of skin and good intentions. Moving as one with the steady grind of the music and it couldn't be more that she wanted, really - the strobe lights in her eyes, the endorphin rush of music and movement, and the way she Parker's mouth finds her.
Her eyes are closed in the next second, the fingers in her hair anchor her as she kisses her. Head turned up and around to face her as they move as close as they can be together. Hungry, as she tilts herself so perfectly there. One second where it's all cacophonous but as Parker's find hers, it's quiet, there is nothing and no one but this moment. She's wanted it and wanted it and wanted it - but for so many reasons it's never happened.
Pushing it maybe, but she's doing that plenty already when a hand moves to where Parker's has settled on her hip, and she pushes it down, around. It's not like this dress was long, not like there weren't people doing worse in a club of all places anyway. Catching it and drawing her hand along the top of her thigh. Too obvious an intent to be subtle. Is it a good idea? No. But they're here because none of this was a good idea. ]
[ Parker cannot believe how long it has taken her to kiss her, now that she is doing so. Their lips fit perfectly and she tastes like-- like Angel. No poetry about it, just her soft, supple lips that Parker could drown in, like a siren's pull into the depth of the widest sea. There's an undenying pleasure from the fingers gripping on to her hair which only pulls her closer, closer. Small sound to the kiss that slowly grows - not all at once, bit by bit; settles against her better, heart racing against her chest, tilting her head further towards her.
Her breath shakes and falters when she feels Angel's hand guides hers slowly over her skin, so hot it feels like it will melt her hand. Parker pulls her head back with a gasp, breath faster now, hot against her ear. Eyes flutter open to look at their hands, fingers drawing up, curling slowly to drag her nails against her leg. Keeps her hand under Angel's as she slips it around her thigh, and she's so warm there it feels like fire. She turns her face to her again, finds her lips almost seamlessly. One gentle kiss, which turns slowly into a heated one, coaxing her lips to get parted so she can slip her tongue into her mouth, fingers curling against the dress around her stomach.
It must be what it feels like, to be enchanted. She should stop this, say no, it's stupid, it's insane, but she finds herself unable to deny Angel anything (nothing new there, but more so than usual), and her hand slowly slips further up, grabbing at the suppleness of the inside of her thigh, trying to be extra careful to not to ride her dress up too much, not quite touching anywhere near the space between her thighs but definitely close. Stupid, reckless, crazy, but she wants her so much, wants to be the only one that gets to do this, knows she won't and has to deal with it - won't - but all she can focus on is kissing her more and more and more, pushing her hips against her ass, slipping her tongue into the kiss again. ]
[ It's pulse and thead, beat and beat again. She rolls her hips back against her as music demands, thick and thundering in veins as she keeps her head tilted up to her. The hand over Parker's is steady where her kiss is nothing but taking, demanding. Pulls at her in waves, drag her under - or over as the case is. Gasps back as she feels her hand settle.
Because where Parker's hips settle against hers, and her hands gets almost, almost where she wants it most ( who cares about subtle, who cares about appropriate, other people have done and will do worse than what she wants now - which is to be oh so sweet and show her just how much she is affecting her, to feel the hot and shaky pull - ) and she breaks the kiss to roll her head back against Parker's shoulder. Expose the line of her body as she bucks against her. It's beckoning, she's there - she's right there - all open and her chest pushes up as she sucks in a breath deep. Right there for Parker to have and to take as much as she wants. There's barely material between them. Have her fill in the gluttony of so many people moving together. The holiness of it in the bacchanal. Rich with it, eager with it. ]
[ It would be the easiest thing in the world. Just a few inches more, up, up, to where she knows Angel wants her to (impossible to have doubts with the way she kisses her back, with the way she grips her hair). The easiest thing, to gently push aside her underwear to slip against where she figures she's warmer than anything. But she doesn't do any of that because there is still a sliver of sanity that holds her back.
The kiss gets broken and Parker is left wanting and more, and more, because she thinks there is nothing better than Angel's lips. She makes a soft, soft sound that gets lost in the loudness of the music, one last feel of the inside of her thigh, before she pulls her hand away from it. Her neck exposed, and Parker leans over to press gentle kisses down her skin, alternating with bites that are careful enough not to leave a mark (because she wants to, but doesn't want to push it).
Her hands finally pull away, back up to her hips as she gently guides her with her rhythm and her heart is racing more than ever, more than when she runs for miles. She wonders if she can feel it beat in her ribcage with how tight she is pressed up to her back.
It's too much already and she can't stand it. Parker kisses up to her ear and noses it softly, pressing words that are a caress to it. ]
Wanna go?
[ Say yes, say yes, she begs, tugging her closer as if it was possible, can't even begin to tell her how much she likes her body to her. Parker tilts her head down again to her neck, biting a little more this time, taking the skin between her teeth and sucking on not as hard as she could but still enough to leave a small mark. ]
[ Also the more straight-laced of the two of them. No one would care, and she's all thinly veiled impatience. Reckless, stupid, quite probably. She makes a far too irritated noise when Parker pulls her hand away. Panting roughly, as it's soothed by her mouth on her neck. She keeps herself canted at the angle for her. Hips still set close back to her and - she's aching with it. Spent how long this last week, trying to get her close, let her loosen up, let her in close - make like this place is meant for.
About to answer her with that bite of impatience. But she feels teeth on her skin and she moans, lost into the music, jolting against her. Feels the warm clench tight and needful of more than just her mouth on her neck and it feels so - so good. ]
You can wait that long?
[ It's ragged whisper back. Head turning a little so she can be heard. ]
[ Her attempts did help. After all, she is kissing and touching and burying her face into her neck sweetly now. A week of enduring lingering touches, more so than usual. Gentle hands on her head and shoulders while she napped on her lap. Getting all wrapped up in her arms while they slept, even in the heat of hot Summer nights.
Managed to finally let loose with only fingers in her hair.
Parker huffs through her nose, slipping her arms tight around her middle, pressing more kisses to her neck and jaw and ear. Heart still beating a little too fast but trying not to show it. ]
We'll get a taxi. It's worth it.
[ Which is to say, she'll make it worth it. Parker tilts her head to Angel's again as she speaks, leaning in again for another kiss - softer this time, but lingering, fuller, all intent. ]
[ And it's mean, it's so mean, the way she curls into her as she kisses her, the press of her tongue against Parker's lips and the shivering way she's in her arms because she's never been kind that way, when she wants something, and she knows what Parker means but - ]
I was going to say there's a bathroom, but I guess I've never fucked in a taxi before.
[ And then she's waiting, her give after being terrible, that she's ready to go as soon as Parker wants with that. ]
[ It runs through her like electricity, a shiver so deep in her nerves that it almost hurts from how much it burns, how much warmth it has, and Parker sighs into her mouth so lovingly, stepping in closer to her. No, not-- not quite right this time, and she pulls back to prompt her to turn around, momentarily forgetting there's a taxi to be hopped on.
Hands slipping to the sides of Angel's neck, warm and soft, looking at her in a better angle like this. She brings their lips together again, chasing for the feeling again (so easy, too easy to find). Brushes her nose against hers all sweet, and flushed and all hers.
She parts her lips again, under mutual want, and waits for her to slip her tongue in to her mouth, tilting her head for it, sliding hers against Angel's slow and languid and it's too intimate for the place they are in but letting her take, and take, and take and she wants nothing more than her-- all of her. ]
[ She turns easily in her hold, barely needing to look before she finds Parker's mouth again. Leaning up into it in a hurried flush movements as she - moans so easily into her mouth. It's not enough, she wants to not be kind, she wants to work her up until she can't stand waiting so long but - she figures she's been awful enough so far, she could give her that.
Or so much, because she wants pressure, she wants heat, she wants the reckless grind and she angles herself where she's that much shorter against Parker's side, arms looped over her shoulder and she draws her leg up her side in a way that's all teasing, because she's so warm, she's aching with heat and demand. All response, and frustration that they're not - ]
Come on.
[ Either her get her out of here or just take her out of her clothes here, what good was being a drunken, reckless undergrad if they weren't going to do anything about it? ]
[ Her breath is barely there when Angel speaks against the kiss and grinds against her and does all those things that make her heart kind of want to explode. Parker whimpers softly into the kiss before pulling back, hands slowly slipping down her chest to her stomach, before taking hold of her hips and for a split second, she wants to pick her up and run to the bathroom to give her what she wants right there.
But a bigger part of her, says no, and Parker complies, one last kiss, it's so hard to peel away from her. Because in case this is the only night she gets to spend with her, it's not going to be in a place where everyone else is around. She doesn't want to share anything. Even if she ends up being one of Angel's "another night" from booze and adrenaline, she wants it to be only theirs (even if it wrenches her heart slightly).
She takes her by the hand, then , slipping her fingers against her and even that hurts, with how perfect they feel in their hands. Pushing through the crowd to grab the quickest taxi that can pop by-- even if it's one of those expensive, blow all your money on it luxury cars that are parked right outside the club. ]
[ It's a second, once they're in the taxi that she hits the button to slide the privacy screen up. Figures the drive can see - oh two drunk girls that are pent up and flushed and connect the rest of the dots. Everyone only comes here for one thing per year anyway.
The next is dedicated to crawling over Parker, doesn't care about privacy now. She doesn't have to care - knows Parker's shy, in ways that Angel just didn't care because this is all - things she knows she shouldn't do. To take the fire into her mouth and spit it back up again. She likes walking her line, she wants more than anything to throw things back in the world's face.
But it's more than that, it's because Parker does, her careful concern that she makes so much space for Angel where she knew she was alone in getting those considerations. Because for the first time in her life there was someone that saw her - not little miss genius child of a wealthy mafioso. Someone that cared that she would rather study quantum mechanics than business management. Literature than law. The things Jack made her be. But someone that simply asked her to be herself.
Herself now as she throws her leg over Parker's lap, settling in her lap and tugging up her skirt as she leans to kiss her again. There's no mistaking it now. There's nothing but wet, aching heat between her legs. She moans into Parker's mouth in a way that's almost begging. Touch her, touch her please, she needs it - needs this to be human, to be part of. The ever present feeling of separation that Jack forced on her that she's always undoing. More than that, there will never be anyone like Parker, because no one ever looks at her like she does. Undoing it all with a fevered neediness as she tugs at Parker's hand, not settling for just brushing at edges this time. It's pointed, pressing her hand up and directly to where she wants her.
Not like the scrap of lace she was wearing was hiding much. ]
[ Even through the whole thing, Parker feels a bit weirded out that Angel does end up picking a luxury car, but of course she does. She always ends up getting what she wants, anyway, doesn't she?
It's a thought that quickly evaporated when she basically stumbles on to the seat and then has a very nice weight settling on her. It's overwhelming and disorienting and she is breathing weirdly from it, and doesn't even have time to make it normal again when Angel kisses her again. And she should be concerned with the situation here but there are so many things to process she ends up only focusing on Angel and her hands and her smell and most of all her lips and the way she feels she could die in that moment.
Her hands are gripping her hips to keep her close, until one of Angel's takes one of hers and she leans back from the kiss for a little gasp, tilting her head down to-- to watch. Holding her breath not knowing that it's happening, mouth parted. She spreads her fingers against her gently as Angel holds her hand there, shuddering breath, and swallows dryly, before looking up to her again. Thrill and lust and warmth clouding all of her judgement and she leans up against to kiss her, and kiss her, fingers rubbing slowly over the lace, pressing hard but gentle. Touching her because it's hard to hold back even if she knows she should.
She leans back down for a second, staring at her chest for a moment, hesitating, and then not so much, pressing a soft kiss to the skin the dress gratuitously shows, slipping a hand behind her to grab for her ass and pull her up close, nosing her breast over the dress anyway, hot breath and kisses and she can feel herself slipping into less and less control and it's not so different from being an addict. ]
[ She hears the bang of the driver on the screen to not make a mess back there and she - draws herself up quickly to glance over her shoulder and call back - they won't, but it's breathless, aching, and she's rolling her hips quick against Parker's fingers in an easy gesture. God it feels good - and her words are drowned out as she makes a high whine that she tilts her head back to press herself up into Parker's mouth.
It's not like it would take much to push the dress off her shoulders, to let her get at all skin. But she does have some shame where it's concerned, or at least consideration for Parker's sense of it. Instead, she slips her fingers up into Parker's hair, drawing her in close as she moves her hips in an eager circle, feeling the roughness of the material being pressed up against her and the warmth of her fingers. ]
God, Parker... [ The noise she makes is smothered carefully, doesn't need the taxi driver to know anymore than he already does but she bites at her lip and whines. ]
[ Parker jumps a little at the bang, kind of wants to stop it then, but Angel is right there and rolling her hips and breathing against her and-- how could anyone resist that? She wonders if anyone ever did (you know, apparently besides herself).
The tiny noise she makes against her chest in mercifully muffled out. Parker kisses her over and over her chest, keeping her fingers moving. Shuddering, because she can feel the heat when she presses the lace between them tighter, can feel the way it slowly turns darker from her. But there's not enough time to keep doing this, the ride shouldn't be that long, and Parker doesn't want to waste this.
So instead, she pulls her hand away from a second as she leans her head back. Pulls her index and middle finger into her mouth, dragging her tongue slow against them. Know it's not the best, but she wants to be careful. She looks between them, careful to slip her hand under her underwear, and once that's done, she looks up to Angel all out of breath and red. Keeps her eyes on her as she slowly pushes her hand further down, until she is slipping her fingers inside her so slowly, so tenderly. Whispers to her gently, leaning up to kiss her neck, the hand on her ass slowly guiding her to start rocking her hips, a suggestion more than anything. ]
Keep it down, okay? Can you do that? [ She asks - begs - in a whisper, pressing kisses to her chest, burying her face there, as she starts to pull her fingers out of her and then slowly curl them back in, shuddering from how wet she is, how hot and soft. ]
[ She decided a long time ago that she - liked these sort of moments, these stolen half seconds of time of idiocy. Where it's not just that Jack would be pissed off that - oh, his baby girl was in the back seat of a taxi, where it's slightly above cheap ( what did money mean to Handsome Jack? ), but definitely below what she's used to, getting fucked by his worst nightmare. ( rebel without a cause, that told her to quit her serious business subjects and asked her to think for herself and - and smiled at her so sweetly in the morning something in her chest was breaking every time )
( Alright, maybe there's some kind of enjoyment knowing that he'd be furious if he ever found out )
- but it's the way she catches Parker's eyes as she slowly brings her fingers to her mouth. The soft press of her tongue she had felt on her own skin and she shivers in anticipation. Her fingers locked on her shoulders, her legs shifting that little bit to brace her weight because - sucks in a deep breath - tries to do what she says, because it's the sensible thing and Parker always is more sensible - but it's so hard when - fucking, fucking goddamn, - she presses them into her. Feels the clench in her stomach, the shake in her legs. Hangs on, as she begins to move and it's wonderfully thoughtless as she rolls with the pressure of her hand.
The sounds are quiet, or as best she can, as Parker buries her face into her chest and she feels her head fall back. Stretched out against her - wants to whisper every obscene, awful thought that dances across her mind - that she can't believe Parker is going to make her come in the back seat of a car, that yeah, she is, how could she not? God - because Parker feels so good, and she never wants her to stop touching her, and fuck - fuck - fuck, the last breathed out in a smothered whisper she tries not to let go too far: ] Fuck.
[ Because it's so easy, to speed up against her hand, because she's so wet and Parker's fingers glide just right and her hand comes up to press against the window, getting her balance against the rock of the car, and moves more sharply into it. Not going to take long because, she wants her, she wants her, she wants her and - her eyes shut tightly and she feels the curl in herself. ]
[ There are so many things running through her head in this moment and yet the only thing Parker can think about is how easy it is to move against Angel and how hot she feels and how much she wants her. She shudders against her, breath faltering. Her fingers move and push and curl inside her and she finds it addictive, the way she can just move them so easily with how wet she is, how it warms her from tip to toe. There is an immense effort on her part to keep it down as well. And no, she can't believe they're in the back seat of a car. But they are, and Parker has never been one for these kind of things, but, god, how could she ever deny Angel anything at all?
With the way Angel is keeping her balance and rocking against her hand, Parker pulls her hand away from her backside to the small of her back, gripping her fingers tight around the back of her dress, holding on tight, trying to not to breathe too hard, muffling her sounds against her dress.
It's not the easiest position in the world, the way her hand is kind of held back by Angel's underwear and there's a second where she almost wants to rip them off, but she has better control than that (though Angel is putting that to test). But she move her hand against her, pushing her fingers in, in, in, careful but still all the way to the knuckle. She twists her wrist in such a way she can brush her thumb against her clit, messy wet against her skin, and leans back for a moment to look at Angel and how perfect she looks. In that moment, she kind of wants to take it slow, wants to hold on to that image forever, Angel over her, red and breathless and so beautiful. But they don't have time now - later, later she will make sure it's longer and slower and so, so good - and Parker knows it. She leans up to kiss her neck softly, high contrast with her hand, with her fingers curling in search of that perfect spot to make her soar and challenge her ability of keeping quiet, on top of moving her thumb in circles around her clit. She moves her free hand around then, to her thigh, gripping her there as if that would help, but it is more out of reflex as she feels herself getting in a state of quickening heartbeat and a almost uncomfortable pressure between her legs.
The soft kisses to her neck slowly turn a little wilder, picking a perfect spot under her ear to press her wet tongue there, biting her lobe gently, then tipping her head down again to blow on the wet spot - only to make it worse when she decides to suck on it, in a way that is definitely going to leave a mark in the morning. All the while, her fingers increasing speed in a slow crescendo, pushing down harder when she feels her clench so hard around her she almost can't move them (but she does, so sweetly, so cruel). ]
[ The only last, sensible thought she has is to press the back of her hand against her mouth as Parker's fingers speed up. Biting into her own skin to better muffle the cries that come up when she begins to move in earnest. Not even able to rock her hips in times, instead she settles of just locking her legs so that she didn't fall. Head tilted up, her hair falling loose around her shoulders.
God, she's going to come in the backseat of a car in Ibiza, like some shitty song that they played that caused them to end up here, and it's not beautiful, but it's perfect. Her teeth take sharp hold as the sound she makes can't be mistaken for anything, - god, god, god - she can't think and can't move, her neck exposed to Parker's mouth, her body so slick and tight around her, desperately wanting that edge and in just a second, just one more -
The car screeches to a halt. The bang of the drivers fist against the screen because there's no way he can't not know what's going on back here, the way she - god she sounds like a cheap whore in some shitty reality show, all moaning and mewling high in her throat, she wants to come so badly. She's shaking, she can't feel her legs, her limbs are a shuddering mess and she's so, so close. But there's nothing for it as he demands them to get the hell out of his cab.
Fair, any closer, she's going to leave a mess on his backseat, wet enough for it. But all that comes out of her mouth is just: ] Motherfucker.
[ They need to get out of here, and that means Parker pulling her fingers out of here where she doesn't want her to at all. The movements are sluggish, jerking as she absently rocks against her still like she's trying to keep just the little bit of friction as she leans across, digging around for her purse. The handful of bills she'd shoved there - and it's easily too much money. Maybe she should tip him less. But she's a mess, flushed, breathing hard, and she has to be the one to shove the cash at him through the slot to the other side. Whatever meant he just let them go. ]
[ There is nothing around Parker but Angel on her lap. Or at least that's what she feels like. The feeling of her all warm and pressed against her, the way she can feel her heart beat against her own chest, so close to each other. Keeps kissing her neck, soft, gentle brushes to her skin over the spot that's going to be bruised with the sweetest of reds. Breathing hard, panting for Angel as she keeps moving her fingers, twisting her wrist slightly for it. Her other hand hanging on to the back of Angel's dress. Hips twisting slightly under her.
She can't believe how much this is affecting her already.
It's-- almost. She can feel it. How close she is, just a little longer. But the car screeches and Parker kind of hits her head a little against Angel's boobs. She was red before, but the shade she takes is a different kind of red. She looks up at Angel from her chest, fingers suddenly stopping but still inside of her. Out of breath like she's in one of her training sessions.
She takes care of the fee, and Parker slowly pulls her hand from out of her underwear, hurriedly trying to pull it better up so it's not on some awkward angle when they get out of the car - and absently sweet gesture. She wipes her fingers on her thigh, grasping it then and pulling her closer. Kissing her lips over and over, speaking words whenever she can manage not to kiss her. ]
Let's go. I'll make it better in the room.
[ A promise in her words and her kisses, as she tugs her closer to her lap, but clearly trying to move. It's just hard with Angel grinding on her lap and her lips on hers. ]
[ The brush of her underwear pulled back into place - is too much sensation. But not enough at all, she wriggles helplessly against it. Worse when she feels Parker drag the proof of it across her thigh. Sticky and she's going to hell for that too, probably, how satisfying it is to see it.
It takes an age, as she forces herself away from Parker's kisses when the cab driver gets louder with his irritation. Not that she's steady on her legs, feeling them shaking in her too tall heels but she manages to put one foot in front of another as she gets out of the car. All pink in the face and - fuck, fuck, fuck, as soon as they get inside the better. Like she'd even make it to her room, really. But she's glad Parker's that optimistic. ]
Come on, [ it's a breathless whisper, thready and high and oh so distracted. ]
[ It gets her by surprise how much she likes kissing Angel. It makes her warm in her chest, a constant growing and spreading warmth that drips into her veins. She holds her by her hips as they kiss, following her lips every time she tries to pull back like a hungry, covetous thing. Doesn't even care that it's all the sound she manages to hear anymore, lips on lips, swollen and bruised from kissing and biting. She tugs her closer, one hand pulling her by the very showy cleavage of her dress, fingers hooked there shamelessly and keeping her there for a while longer when they kiss.
She only pulls away because Angel does. Has stopped caring about the taxi driver because he isn't important and only this matters. When they part, though, Parker makes a whiny sound for it. Wants her back and she doesn't make it any easier for Angel as she kisses her neck hurriedly while she tries to compose herself. She might be more controlled than Angel when it comes to these things but Parker is only human and it's hard to resist someone you've been craving for so long.
Eventually, though, she gets out after Angel, slipping her fingers into her and a stupid, innocent gesture like hand holding kind of makes her heart skip a beat and she holds on to her hand. She doesn't know if this is just a whim of Angel. She wants to hold on to that for as long as possible if it is.
On the lift, she's quick to press her own back against the wall of it, tugging Angel close so she can keep kissing her, which she totally deserves after having to get an interruption from the taxi to the hotel. One hand on her back, the other gently setting on the side of her neck, brushing her thumb gently on the skin. Sweetest thing for her, like only Angel knows her capable of being. Just keeping her so close, dragging her teeth over her lips before slipping her tongue between them. ]
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There are a hundred reasons she enjoys this normally, but the one she enjoys for right now is at her back. Pressed chest to hip and the bass is loud, she doesn't have to talk or think or do anything at all, but lean her hands up and behind her, thread them through Parker's hair. Face turned up and into her, not to speak, and not even to tease, just heavy full breaths sucked in deep as she moves in the same reckless grind that feels seamless to how Parker moves against her - knew she would be a good dancer. The brightly coloured dress she's wearing covers where it needs to, white and sticking to her with the heat of so many people. Feels Parker's breath on her neck and closes her eyes for it. Feels it all like heart beat as she stretches out against her. The arch up of her chest up, hips pressing back against her. ]
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So instead, she grips at her harder, tilting her head down a little to watch their hips move slow, a grind that shouldn't but is. Keeps one hand at her hip, fitting so perfectly against her at her back, the other slipping over her stomach to feel the way she arches back into her.
Parker bites her bottom lip, sucking it between her teeth, tilting her head back, hot breath ghosting over her skin, to look at her. Just for a second, because looking at her like that, with the way they're so close, and Angel looks like she could draw a crowd behind her to line up to dance with her (but she chose her instead and that only makes Parker press her chest to her back more, moving, dancing). But then she doesn't, closes her eyes, slipping the hand from her stomach to a path up to the underside of her arm, only fingers as she tilts her head to the hands in her hair. ]
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Because she wants to kiss her ( she always wants to kiss her ) and she wants to do much more than that and it's too loud to say it, the bass better than words could be anyway. So she stretches against her, keeps her fingers in her hair as she presses her face against Parker's neck, mouth hot and rough on her skin and the moan is a vibration against her, than so much a sound. Invitation if there ever was one. ]
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But part of her claws inside her brain that she shouldn't do this, because, regardless how much Parker absolutely adores Angel, she knows the possibility of getting hurt is very much there. She doesn't want it to be a fleeting thing, doesn't want it to be another one night stand to never repeat again. She wants her for more than a moment.
The problem is, with their closeness and Angel's lips on her skin and her hands in her hair and her body against her and her scent and her warmth and-- Parker might just as well take the single moment and hold on to it.
It isn't perfect. It isn't how she thought it would be. It definitely isn't where she would like it to be. But things never work the way you want them to, or the way you have imagined again and again in your head, guiltily thinking about it every once in a while when she has her head on Angel's lap and gets her to pet her hair like some demanding puppy. But at least it's real and without excuses.
Parker turns her face against Angel and noses her cheek, breath faltering and heart skipping as she does. Her grinding slowly down because she can't focus on anything else, both hands smoothing down Angel's sides, holding on to her waist. Keeps her eyes on hers while she does, arms slipping tighter around her middle. She's not much taller than her, but enough to press comfortably on to her. And there are too many people and the music is too loud and everything is too much, but Parker falls into her trap, her invitation, and flickers her eyes down to her lips, finally, finally leaning into her with a complete contrast to their dancing, such a lovely thing, tiny noise she makes into her mouth when presses the sweetest kiss to it, that says more than her words could, stay, stay, I want you so much, stay. ]
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Her eyes are closed in the next second, the fingers in her hair anchor her as she kisses her. Head turned up and around to face her as they move as close as they can be together. Hungry, as she tilts herself so perfectly there. One second where it's all cacophonous but as Parker's find hers, it's quiet, there is nothing and no one but this moment. She's wanted it and wanted it and wanted it - but for so many reasons it's never happened.
Pushing it maybe, but she's doing that plenty already when a hand moves to where Parker's has settled on her hip, and she pushes it down, around. It's not like this dress was long, not like there weren't people doing worse in a club of all places anyway. Catching it and drawing her hand along the top of her thigh. Too obvious an intent to be subtle. Is it a good idea? No. But they're here because none of this was a good idea. ]
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Her breath shakes and falters when she feels Angel's hand guides hers slowly over her skin, so hot it feels like it will melt her hand. Parker pulls her head back with a gasp, breath faster now, hot against her ear. Eyes flutter open to look at their hands, fingers drawing up, curling slowly to drag her nails against her leg. Keeps her hand under Angel's as she slips it around her thigh, and she's so warm there it feels like fire. She turns her face to her again, finds her lips almost seamlessly. One gentle kiss, which turns slowly into a heated one, coaxing her lips to get parted so she can slip her tongue into her mouth, fingers curling against the dress around her stomach.
It must be what it feels like, to be enchanted. She should stop this, say no, it's stupid, it's insane, but she finds herself unable to deny Angel anything (nothing new there, but more so than usual), and her hand slowly slips further up, grabbing at the suppleness of the inside of her thigh, trying to be extra careful to not to ride her dress up too much, not quite touching anywhere near the space between her thighs but definitely close. Stupid, reckless, crazy, but she wants her so much, wants to be the only one that gets to do this, knows she won't and has to deal with it - won't - but all she can focus on is kissing her more and more and more, pushing her hips against her ass, slipping her tongue into the kiss again. ]
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Because where Parker's hips settle against hers, and her hands gets almost, almost where she wants it most ( who cares about subtle, who cares about appropriate, other people have done and will do worse than what she wants now - which is to be oh so sweet and show her just how much she is affecting her, to feel the hot and shaky pull - ) and she breaks the kiss to roll her head back against Parker's shoulder. Expose the line of her body as she bucks against her. It's beckoning, she's there - she's right there - all open and her chest pushes up as she sucks in a breath deep. Right there for Parker to have and to take as much as she wants. There's barely material between them. Have her fill in the gluttony of so many people moving together. The holiness of it in the bacchanal. Rich with it, eager with it. ]
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The kiss gets broken and Parker is left wanting and more, and more, because she thinks there is nothing better than Angel's lips. She makes a soft, soft sound that gets lost in the loudness of the music, one last feel of the inside of her thigh, before she pulls her hand away from it. Her neck exposed, and Parker leans over to press gentle kisses down her skin, alternating with bites that are careful enough not to leave a mark (because she wants to, but doesn't want to push it).
Her hands finally pull away, back up to her hips as she gently guides her with her rhythm and her heart is racing more than ever, more than when she runs for miles. She wonders if she can feel it beat in her ribcage with how tight she is pressed up to her back.
It's too much already and she can't stand it. Parker kisses up to her ear and noses it softly, pressing words that are a caress to it. ]
Wanna go?
[ Say yes, say yes, she begs, tugging her closer as if it was possible, can't even begin to tell her how much she likes her body to her. Parker tilts her head down again to her neck, biting a little more this time, taking the skin between her teeth and sucking on not as hard as she could but still enough to leave a small mark. ]
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About to answer her with that bite of impatience. But she feels teeth on her skin and she moans, lost into the music, jolting against her. Feels the warm clench tight and needful of more than just her mouth on her neck and it feels so - so good. ]
You can wait that long?
[ It's ragged whisper back. Head turning a little so she can be heard. ]
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Managed to finally let loose with only fingers in her hair.
Parker huffs through her nose, slipping her arms tight around her middle, pressing more kisses to her neck and jaw and ear. Heart still beating a little too fast but trying not to show it. ]
We'll get a taxi. It's worth it.
[ Which is to say, she'll make it worth it. Parker tilts her head to Angel's again as she speaks, leaning in again for another kiss - softer this time, but lingering, fuller, all intent. ]
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I was going to say there's a bathroom, but I guess I've never fucked in a taxi before.
[ And then she's waiting, her give after being terrible, that she's ready to go as soon as Parker wants with that. ]
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Hands slipping to the sides of Angel's neck, warm and soft, looking at her in a better angle like this. She brings their lips together again, chasing for the feeling again (so easy, too easy to find). Brushes her nose against hers all sweet, and flushed and all hers.
She parts her lips again, under mutual want, and waits for her to slip her tongue in to her mouth, tilting her head for it, sliding hers against Angel's slow and languid and it's too intimate for the place they are in but letting her take, and take, and take and she wants nothing more than her-- all of her. ]
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Or so much, because she wants pressure, she wants heat, she wants the reckless grind and she angles herself where she's that much shorter against Parker's side, arms looped over her shoulder and she draws her leg up her side in a way that's all teasing, because she's so warm, she's aching with heat and demand. All response, and frustration that they're not - ]
Come on.
[ Either her get her out of here or just take her out of her clothes here, what good was being a drunken, reckless undergrad if they weren't going to do anything about it? ]
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[ Her breath is barely there when Angel speaks against the kiss and grinds against her and does all those things that make her heart kind of want to explode. Parker whimpers softly into the kiss before pulling back, hands slowly slipping down her chest to her stomach, before taking hold of her hips and for a split second, she wants to pick her up and run to the bathroom to give her what she wants right there.
But a bigger part of her, says no, and Parker complies, one last kiss, it's so hard to peel away from her. Because in case this is the only night she gets to spend with her, it's not going to be in a place where everyone else is around. She doesn't want to share anything. Even if she ends up being one of Angel's "another night" from booze and adrenaline, she wants it to be only theirs (even if it wrenches her heart slightly).
She takes her by the hand, then , slipping her fingers against her and even that hurts, with how perfect they feel in their hands. Pushing through the crowd to grab the quickest taxi that can pop by-- even if it's one of those expensive, blow all your money on it luxury cars that are parked right outside the club. ]
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The next is dedicated to crawling over Parker, doesn't care about privacy now. She doesn't have to care - knows Parker's shy, in ways that Angel just didn't care because this is all - things she knows she shouldn't do. To take the fire into her mouth and spit it back up again. She likes walking her line, she wants more than anything to throw things back in the world's face.
But it's more than that, it's because Parker does, her careful concern that she makes so much space for Angel where she knew she was alone in getting those considerations. Because for the first time in her life there was someone that saw her - not little miss genius child of a wealthy mafioso. Someone that cared that she would rather study quantum mechanics than business management. Literature than law. The things Jack made her be. But someone that simply asked her to be herself.
Herself now as she throws her leg over Parker's lap, settling in her lap and tugging up her skirt as she leans to kiss her again. There's no mistaking it now. There's nothing but wet, aching heat between her legs. She moans into Parker's mouth in a way that's almost begging. Touch her, touch her please, she needs it - needs this to be human, to be part of. The ever present feeling of separation that Jack forced on her that she's always undoing. More than that, there will never be anyone like Parker, because no one ever looks at her like she does. Undoing it all with a fevered neediness as she tugs at Parker's hand, not settling for just brushing at edges this time. It's pointed, pressing her hand up and directly to where she wants her.
Not like the scrap of lace she was wearing was hiding much. ]
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It's a thought that quickly evaporated when she basically stumbles on to the seat and then has a very nice weight settling on her. It's overwhelming and disorienting and she is breathing weirdly from it, and doesn't even have time to make it normal again when Angel kisses her again. And she should be concerned with the situation here but there are so many things to process she ends up only focusing on Angel and her hands and her smell and most of all her lips and the way she feels she could die in that moment.
Her hands are gripping her hips to keep her close, until one of Angel's takes one of hers and she leans back from the kiss for a little gasp, tilting her head down to-- to watch. Holding her breath not knowing that it's happening, mouth parted. She spreads her fingers against her gently as Angel holds her hand there, shuddering breath, and swallows dryly, before looking up to her again. Thrill and lust and warmth clouding all of her judgement and she leans up against to kiss her, and kiss her, fingers rubbing slowly over the lace, pressing hard but gentle. Touching her because it's hard to hold back even if she knows she should.
She leans back down for a second, staring at her chest for a moment, hesitating, and then not so much, pressing a soft kiss to the skin the dress gratuitously shows, slipping a hand behind her to grab for her ass and pull her up close, nosing her breast over the dress anyway, hot breath and kisses and she can feel herself slipping into less and less control and it's not so different from being an addict. ]
You smell so good.
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It's not like it would take much to push the dress off her shoulders, to let her get at all skin. But she does have some shame where it's concerned, or at least consideration for Parker's sense of it. Instead, she slips her fingers up into Parker's hair, drawing her in close as she moves her hips in an eager circle, feeling the roughness of the material being pressed up against her and the warmth of her fingers. ]
God, Parker... [ The noise she makes is smothered carefully, doesn't need the taxi driver to know anymore than he already does but she bites at her lip and whines. ]
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The tiny noise she makes against her chest in mercifully muffled out. Parker kisses her over and over her chest, keeping her fingers moving. Shuddering, because she can feel the heat when she presses the lace between them tighter, can feel the way it slowly turns darker from her. But there's not enough time to keep doing this, the ride shouldn't be that long, and Parker doesn't want to waste this.
So instead, she pulls her hand away from a second as she leans her head back. Pulls her index and middle finger into her mouth, dragging her tongue slow against them. Know it's not the best, but she wants to be careful. She looks between them, careful to slip her hand under her underwear, and once that's done, she looks up to Angel all out of breath and red. Keeps her eyes on her as she slowly pushes her hand further down, until she is slipping her fingers inside her so slowly, so tenderly. Whispers to her gently, leaning up to kiss her neck, the hand on her ass slowly guiding her to start rocking her hips, a suggestion more than anything. ]
Keep it down, okay? Can you do that? [ She asks - begs - in a whisper, pressing kisses to her chest, burying her face there, as she starts to pull her fingers out of her and then slowly curl them back in, shuddering from how wet she is, how hot and soft. ]
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( Alright, maybe there's some kind of enjoyment knowing that he'd be furious if he ever found out )
- but it's the way she catches Parker's eyes as she slowly brings her fingers to her mouth. The soft press of her tongue she had felt on her own skin and she shivers in anticipation. Her fingers locked on her shoulders, her legs shifting that little bit to brace her weight because - sucks in a deep breath - tries to do what she says, because it's the sensible thing and Parker always is more sensible - but it's so hard when - fucking, fucking goddamn, - she presses them into her. Feels the clench in her stomach, the shake in her legs. Hangs on, as she begins to move and it's wonderfully thoughtless as she rolls with the pressure of her hand.
The sounds are quiet, or as best she can, as Parker buries her face into her chest and she feels her head fall back. Stretched out against her - wants to whisper every obscene, awful thought that dances across her mind - that she can't believe Parker is going to make her come in the back seat of a car, that yeah, she is, how could she not? God - because Parker feels so good, and she never wants her to stop touching her, and fuck - fuck - fuck, the last breathed out in a smothered whisper she tries not to let go too far: ] Fuck.
[ Because it's so easy, to speed up against her hand, because she's so wet and Parker's fingers glide just right and her hand comes up to press against the window, getting her balance against the rock of the car, and moves more sharply into it. Not going to take long because, she wants her, she wants her, she wants her and - her eyes shut tightly and she feels the curl in herself. ]
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With the way Angel is keeping her balance and rocking against her hand, Parker pulls her hand away from her backside to the small of her back, gripping her fingers tight around the back of her dress, holding on tight, trying to not to breathe too hard, muffling her sounds against her dress.
It's not the easiest position in the world, the way her hand is kind of held back by Angel's underwear and there's a second where she almost wants to rip them off, but she has better control than that (though Angel is putting that to test). But she move her hand against her, pushing her fingers in, in, in, careful but still all the way to the knuckle. She twists her wrist in such a way she can brush her thumb against her clit, messy wet against her skin, and leans back for a moment to look at Angel and how perfect she looks. In that moment, she kind of wants to take it slow, wants to hold on to that image forever, Angel over her, red and breathless and so beautiful. But they don't have time now - later, later she will make sure it's longer and slower and so, so good - and Parker knows it. She leans up to kiss her neck softly, high contrast with her hand, with her fingers curling in search of that perfect spot to make her soar and challenge her ability of keeping quiet, on top of moving her thumb in circles around her clit. She moves her free hand around then, to her thigh, gripping her there as if that would help, but it is more out of reflex as she feels herself getting in a state of quickening heartbeat and a almost uncomfortable pressure between her legs.
The soft kisses to her neck slowly turn a little wilder, picking a perfect spot under her ear to press her wet tongue there, biting her lobe gently, then tipping her head down again to blow on the wet spot - only to make it worse when she decides to suck on it, in a way that is definitely going to leave a mark in the morning. All the while, her fingers increasing speed in a slow crescendo, pushing down harder when she feels her clench so hard around her she almost can't move them (but she does, so sweetly, so cruel). ]
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God, she's going to come in the backseat of a car in Ibiza, like some shitty song that they played that caused them to end up here, and it's not beautiful, but it's perfect. Her teeth take sharp hold as the sound she makes can't be mistaken for anything, - god, god, god - she can't think and can't move, her neck exposed to Parker's mouth, her body so slick and tight around her, desperately wanting that edge and in just a second, just one more -
The car screeches to a halt. The bang of the drivers fist against the screen because there's no way he can't not know what's going on back here, the way she - god she sounds like a cheap whore in some shitty reality show, all moaning and mewling high in her throat, she wants to come so badly. She's shaking, she can't feel her legs, her limbs are a shuddering mess and she's so, so close. But there's nothing for it as he demands them to get the hell out of his cab.
Fair, any closer, she's going to leave a mess on his backseat, wet enough for it. But all that comes out of her mouth is just: ] Motherfucker.
[ They need to get out of here, and that means Parker pulling her fingers out of here where she doesn't want her to at all. The movements are sluggish, jerking as she absently rocks against her still like she's trying to keep just the little bit of friction as she leans across, digging around for her purse. The handful of bills she'd shoved there - and it's easily too much money. Maybe she should tip him less. But she's a mess, flushed, breathing hard, and she has to be the one to shove the cash at him through the slot to the other side. Whatever meant he just let them go. ]
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She can't believe how much this is affecting her already.
It's-- almost. She can feel it. How close she is, just a little longer. But the car screeches and Parker kind of hits her head a little against Angel's boobs. She was red before, but the shade she takes is a different kind of red. She looks up at Angel from her chest, fingers suddenly stopping but still inside of her. Out of breath like she's in one of her training sessions.
She takes care of the fee, and Parker slowly pulls her hand from out of her underwear, hurriedly trying to pull it better up so it's not on some awkward angle when they get out of the car - and absently sweet gesture. She wipes her fingers on her thigh, grasping it then and pulling her closer. Kissing her lips over and over, speaking words whenever she can manage not to kiss her. ]
Let's go. I'll make it better in the room.
[ A promise in her words and her kisses, as she tugs her closer to her lap, but clearly trying to move. It's just hard with Angel grinding on her lap and her lips on hers. ]
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It takes an age, as she forces herself away from Parker's kisses when the cab driver gets louder with his irritation. Not that she's steady on her legs, feeling them shaking in her too tall heels but she manages to put one foot in front of another as she gets out of the car. All pink in the face and - fuck, fuck, fuck, as soon as they get inside the better. Like she'd even make it to her room, really. But she's glad Parker's that optimistic. ]
Come on, [ it's a breathless whisper, thready and high and oh so distracted. ]
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She only pulls away because Angel does. Has stopped caring about the taxi driver because he isn't important and only this matters. When they part, though, Parker makes a whiny sound for it. Wants her back and she doesn't make it any easier for Angel as she kisses her neck hurriedly while she tries to compose herself. She might be more controlled than Angel when it comes to these things but Parker is only human and it's hard to resist someone you've been craving for so long.
Eventually, though, she gets out after Angel, slipping her fingers into her and a stupid, innocent gesture like hand holding kind of makes her heart skip a beat and she holds on to her hand. She doesn't know if this is just a whim of Angel. She wants to hold on to that for as long as possible if it is.
On the lift, she's quick to press her own back against the wall of it, tugging Angel close so she can keep kissing her, which she totally deserves after having to get an interruption from the taxi to the hotel. One hand on her back, the other gently setting on the side of her neck, brushing her thumb gently on the skin. Sweetest thing for her, like only Angel knows her capable of being. Just keeping her so close, dragging her teeth over her lips before slipping her tongue between them. ]
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