[ 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. ]
[ She's quick to snatch at her, to pull her in close to the kiss that she eagerly wants. She's still on shaking legs, needs Parker to hold her up, give her support, to wedge herself between the wall of the lift and the heat of her body being the only support she wants.
A second later, and she might just end up wrapping her legs around her. Tight and needfully close because she knows how strong Parker is, has seen her pull herself up walls and lead across buildings, and by that she weighs almost nothing at all.
But the doors spring apart, and she makes a pitiful noise that is caught between urging them on and staying put with her. ]
[ She wants to burn every moment of it in to her soul, her memory. Wants to have scars that will never go from this. Because she knows, she knows this can't be only hers, only theirs. And she doesn't know if this will ever happen again, if Angel will allow-- if Parker is willing to put herself in harm's way. She doesn't care for her reputation, but she knows it exists and can't fully ignore it.
But most of those thoughts aren't in her mind at the moment. All that is is how soft her lips are, how amazing she tastes, what a good kisser she is. Her hand tugs her closer to her, and Parker bites on her lower lip gently for a second, before wrapping her lips around her, the hand on her neck lowering to her chest and-- and god, god, god. She's smitten and gone.
Parker sighs into the kiss when the lift stops. She leans back, all red, lips wet and bruised. and looks at Angel completely flushed. She leans in for another kiss, to her neck, to her cheek. Then peels herself off of her with a struggling urgency, taking her hand in hers again as she pulls her along the not-so-fancy corridors of the hotel. Thumb brushing over her knuckles as she does, wants to map every bone as well.
She fishes the key from her back pocket from her very short shorts, fumbles for a second, but once she gets the door open she tugs Angel in and closes the door shut, all in one smooth motion, hurrying up so she can go back to kissing her, like there is no tomorrow, like she will never be able to do it again. Urgent but sweet, hands on each side of her neck, thumbs smoothing along her jawline as she tilts her head and whispers her name, Angel, Angel, Angel. Like saying more, so much more. ]
We can stop if you want. [ She finally says urgently, not pulling away from the kisses, but opening her eyes to look at hers. ]
[ She's pulling at her urgently the second she can. There's no hesitation, no restraint. Just yanking at her and kissing her and gasping artlessly into her mouth in an endless tangent of sound, taste, smell, touch. Leaving her threadbare and messy. Hair catching wildly around her face, a black curl of it against her lip as Parker pulls away. Lips parted and kiss bruised. ]
Parker - [ she swallows and - seriously? stop? now? when she's so empty from her fingers she could cry from it? Her legs working only because Parker is the only person holding her up and it's so - so like her. Like she had to be sure.
It'd be endearing if there weren't better things for her to be doing right now and where Angel is so worked up, some caught inside her own skin it's just - too much. After this whole trip, the last year of being too close they just this side of lived together. ] Do I have to get naked and bend over the counter and beg you to fuck me before you finally get the hint?
[ It's panted out and mean, so very, very mean. Because this is more than that. It's always been more than that. But right now, all she cares about is yanking Parker close, pressing her face into her neck and - no, she definitely be meaner. Whispering, desperate, slow, meticulous, into her skin. ] Because I could do that, for as long as you want, if that helps, because I don't know what else to do, I've wanted you for so long.
[ Parker stares at her for a second as she calls her name, pulling her lips in a straight line. Because there is a pause there and maybe she needs a break but then she says those words and Parker goes even redder. A gasp slips out of her lips, lowering her hands to her hips and tugging her close. Kind of laughs because she doesn't know how to deal with that kind of teasing. Serious and stoic Parker suddenly all sweet and shy when in front of Angel.
More so when she leans close to her and buries her face in her neck and speaks against her sensitive skin and says all those things and it's-- it's almost too much. Her fingers flex around her hips and she shudders, tilting her head to nose her ear slightly. She presses a couple kisses there. Can't help the smile on her face, hearing from Angel's own mouth the fact that she has wanted her for so long (she doesn't know if it's just a craving, Angel being Angel, getting what she wants, but it doesn't matter now). ] Okay. [ She says in a whisper.
Parker leans back, pushing Angel's black hair out of her face and behind her hear. Then leans in for another kiss, slow and teasing, open mouth as she slips her hands up to her breasts as they kiss. Squeezes gently, because she can (because she lets her), tilting her head for better access. Quickly taking her hands around to fumble slightly with the zipper at the back of her dress, because they're in private now and she wants her whole and naked and close. All the while walking them both to the bed they've been sharing anyway (only with more clothes and less touching than right now). ]
[ There are no clothes left on her by the time she walks into the bed, feeling it hit the back of her legs, shedding the last parts of it in a trail from the door to the bed in their small hotel room that is suitably tacky for people their age. White neutral walls, an abstract red painting of flowers and leaves that below says it's scenery from coastlines that a nearby discarded brochure says is a secret alcove for lovers like they are right now. Maybe later, she'll convince Parker to go there, later after that, she might convince Parker to kiss in some hidden stretch of sand - but for now, it's a maybe plan to the one she has finally in front of her.
She tumbles back onto the bed with a breathy laughter, hair tumbling free on the sheets. Breathing soft and high in her throat.
For once, though, there isn't something terrible coming out of her mouth. There's just an open gaze that is wholly appreciative, wanting and warm. If the way her teeth catch on her bottom lip and bites down is anything to go by. All open and easy to her as she draws her legs up, curling them together and under her, twisting herself about as her head turns. The slow easy movements of her body unimpeded, no need to pretend about what she wanted. Hell as it had been waking up in her odd bursts with Parker unashamedly pressed up against her, flushed as they could both get from shared heat, when Parker can't seem to look at her face but can't look away, either. ]
[ She might be impressed with the speed Angel's clothes are gone, helping along the way, if she wasn't so utterly distracted by her kisses. Parker keeps her close, almost making it harder to discard the dress as she pulls it down her body hurriedly, followed by her lacy bra (and again, she would probably appreciate it more if she wasn't so heated up, her fingers still warm from her, her heart beat skipping with each breathy kiss).
Parker makes a little high noise in the back of her throat in concern when she abruptly stops kissing as she falls back on the bed. She blinks, makes sure she's okay, before laughing breathlessly as well, all red, hair in disarray. She quickly pulls her button shirt off of her, not as smooth as Angel, getting caught in the wrists. It takes too long, they're too far apart, and Parker forgets the rest of her clothes quickly in place of crawling over to Angel.
It feels so safe in here, and Parker drinks it all in. Gently getting settled between her legs, one arm slipping under her back, the other hand coming up to push her hair behind her ear. She smiles at her and kisses her, softer than before. A sweet multitude of kisses, slow and gentle. Her hand on her back slipping around to drag a path that's teasing and languid again between her legs, because she doesn't want her to stop feeling good. Takes her time to let Angel know what she's doing, still pressing kisses to every patch of skin like she wants to cover her with kisses (she does, she does). Nosing the space between her breasts for a second, before kissing them, biting gently - so gently, before pressing her tongue, warm, wet, to her nipple, and, god, she can't believe she is doing this, it feels so right, it feels a thousand years almost too late.
Parker leans back to look at her as her hand settles between her legs again, trapped between the two of them. Gently, she curls her fingers into her again, slower now that they're not in a rush, prompting herself up slightly on her elbow to look at her face. Leans down to kiss her neck, and her cheek, and her lips, and everywhere she can, so soft and reverent.
She wants this to never end. ]
Do you like getting head?
[ She asks in a small voice over her gasps, a pressed question to her skin, and it's almost more a begging note than anything else, because, god, she wants to bury in to her warmth, as her fingers pull out slowly of her, and then back, excruciatingly slow. ]
[ She's so ready for her to touch her again. Eagerly pulling at her, dragging kisses against her as she wriggles underneath her. Yanking at whatever remained of her clothes to push it away from her hips.
Then she isn't, then she is just holding tightly to the clothes because it's hanging onto her. Her eyes closed, her eyebrows furrowed just so, lips parting in a sound that is so high out of her throat it isn't a sound at all, just a puff. Her legs come up, part underneath her, as she feels her fingers press back into her. The dots of colour in her face that make her feel so warm as each drag is slow, makes her buck helplessly that she can't even really register quite what Parker said, at first.
Can't even to open her eyes it feels as good as it does. The way she works her like that, a fluttering, clenching feeling where it's too much and - God - it's not enough. Licks her lips, like she means to answer her more immediately when the words haze through, but she just whines instead, slick heat making it easy for Parker to move against her.
Finally, finally manages ( eyes still tightly screwed shut, hips still twitching in want, Parker's hands are soft, like hers, so much more warn and it makes it feel so much better ): ] Don't know, never got it - [ and she whines again, happy enough with her fingers as they are. ]
[ The kisses she showers Angel is are a stark contrast with the way her fingers curl so deeply inside her. They are slow and barely there. Almost soundless with the way Angel is moaning and breathing so loud. Pressing them against her flushed cheeks, a thousand little kisses to that soft, soft skin. Her hand on the other side of her face brushing her hair back, curling around her ear to stroke her thumb over her jaw. This isn't the rushed thing they had been sharing in the car. This is the soft and slow that Parker can't help to drown in, maybe a little selfishly, because she wants to make this last as long as Angel will let her. It's easy to drink in her moans, finding that perfect spot in her that she keeps pushing her fingers against to drag more sounds out of her.
If she could, she would burrow more into her.
Her lips find odd paths to map all of her. Lowering to her neck, where she allows herself a bite between soft pecks. She hears the way she struggles with her sounds and that only serves to make her hotter and shudders to the feeling of her clenching around her fingers. Makes her curl them out slowly and push them back in before she has time to miss them, moving them a little faster for it.
She stops only for a quick second when Angel finally manages to talk. To look at her a little surprised. ]
How? [ She asks while her fingers return to their slow pace, giving her some breathing space. She lowers her lips to kiss her mouth softly, once, twice-- gets distracted that she still has something else to say as she parts her lips around her. Only for a moment. Then she bites her lower lip, tugging gently, and speaking against the kiss. ] Why would anyone miss the chance to give you that?
[ Parker leans away from her then. Not trying to be cruel but inadvertently doing so as she pulls her fingers away from her. She kneels between her legs, sitting up slightly to watch her. Her heart skips a beat, almost impossible not to when she's laid out like that, so pretty, and she sets her hands around her hips, running her nails up and down gently against her sides. ]
You're so pretty. [ She says almost out of breath, all head over heels. Parker lowers her head to kiss between her breasts, hands coming down to massage her thighs, thumb against the crease of them. She kisses her skin, her collarbone, her chest, her breasts, down to her rib cage, down to her navel, then just below it. Nuzzles there, against her belly, then shifts so she can lay back down on her stomach, in a way that prompts Angel to rest her legs on her shoulders - doesn't force her to, letting her find whatever position feels better for her. Let's her be comfortable all along kissing her belly and thighs, happy to have her face warmed up by the heat of her between her soft legs. God, god, god, she wants to bury herself in her, but waits, not yet, until Angel is comfortable, until she knows she can hold on to her as hard as she wants (she wants that, so much, wants to feel her needy grasp because she wants to make her feel like nobody else could - a selfish though, but this is all very selfish). ]
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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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A second later, and she might just end up wrapping her legs around her. Tight and needfully close because she knows how strong Parker is, has seen her pull herself up walls and lead across buildings, and by that she weighs almost nothing at all.
But the doors spring apart, and she makes a pitiful noise that is caught between urging them on and staying put with her. ]
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But most of those thoughts aren't in her mind at the moment. All that is is how soft her lips are, how amazing she tastes, what a good kisser she is. Her hand tugs her closer to her, and Parker bites on her lower lip gently for a second, before wrapping her lips around her, the hand on her neck lowering to her chest and-- and god, god, god. She's smitten and gone.
Parker sighs into the kiss when the lift stops. She leans back, all red, lips wet and bruised. and looks at Angel completely flushed. She leans in for another kiss, to her neck, to her cheek. Then peels herself off of her with a struggling urgency, taking her hand in hers again as she pulls her along the not-so-fancy corridors of the hotel. Thumb brushing over her knuckles as she does, wants to map every bone as well.
She fishes the key from her back pocket from her very short shorts, fumbles for a second, but once she gets the door open she tugs Angel in and closes the door shut, all in one smooth motion, hurrying up so she can go back to kissing her, like there is no tomorrow, like she will never be able to do it again. Urgent but sweet, hands on each side of her neck, thumbs smoothing along her jawline as she tilts her head and whispers her name, Angel, Angel, Angel. Like saying more, so much more. ]
We can stop if you want. [ She finally says urgently, not pulling away from the kisses, but opening her eyes to look at hers. ]
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Parker - [ she swallows and - seriously? stop? now? when she's so empty from her fingers she could cry from it? Her legs working only because Parker is the only person holding her up and it's so - so like her. Like she had to be sure.
It'd be endearing if there weren't better things for her to be doing right now and where Angel is so worked up, some caught inside her own skin it's just - too much. After this whole trip, the last year of being too close they just this side of lived together. ] Do I have to get naked and bend over the counter and beg you to fuck me before you finally get the hint?
[ It's panted out and mean, so very, very mean. Because this is more than that. It's always been more than that. But right now, all she cares about is yanking Parker close, pressing her face into her neck and - no, she definitely be meaner. Whispering, desperate, slow, meticulous, into her skin. ] Because I could do that, for as long as you want, if that helps, because I don't know what else to do, I've wanted you for so long.
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More so when she leans close to her and buries her face in her neck and speaks against her sensitive skin and says all those things and it's-- it's almost too much. Her fingers flex around her hips and she shudders, tilting her head to nose her ear slightly. She presses a couple kisses there. Can't help the smile on her face, hearing from Angel's own mouth the fact that she has wanted her for so long (she doesn't know if it's just a craving, Angel being Angel, getting what she wants, but it doesn't matter now). ] Okay. [ She says in a whisper.
Parker leans back, pushing Angel's black hair out of her face and behind her hear. Then leans in for another kiss, slow and teasing, open mouth as she slips her hands up to her breasts as they kiss. Squeezes gently, because she can (because she lets her), tilting her head for better access. Quickly taking her hands around to fumble slightly with the zipper at the back of her dress, because they're in private now and she wants her whole and naked and close. All the while walking them both to the bed they've been sharing anyway (only with more clothes and less touching than right now). ]
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She tumbles back onto the bed with a breathy laughter, hair tumbling free on the sheets. Breathing soft and high in her throat.
For once, though, there isn't something terrible coming out of her mouth. There's just an open gaze that is wholly appreciative, wanting and warm. If the way her teeth catch on her bottom lip and bites down is anything to go by. All open and easy to her as she draws her legs up, curling them together and under her, twisting herself about as her head turns. The slow easy movements of her body unimpeded, no need to pretend about what she wanted. Hell as it had been waking up in her odd bursts with Parker unashamedly pressed up against her, flushed as they could both get from shared heat, when Parker can't seem to look at her face but can't look away, either. ]
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Parker makes a little high noise in the back of her throat in concern when she abruptly stops kissing as she falls back on the bed. She blinks, makes sure she's okay, before laughing breathlessly as well, all red, hair in disarray. She quickly pulls her button shirt off of her, not as smooth as Angel, getting caught in the wrists. It takes too long, they're too far apart, and Parker forgets the rest of her clothes quickly in place of crawling over to Angel.
It feels so safe in here, and Parker drinks it all in. Gently getting settled between her legs, one arm slipping under her back, the other hand coming up to push her hair behind her ear. She smiles at her and kisses her, softer than before. A sweet multitude of kisses, slow and gentle. Her hand on her back slipping around to drag a path that's teasing and languid again between her legs, because she doesn't want her to stop feeling good. Takes her time to let Angel know what she's doing, still pressing kisses to every patch of skin like she wants to cover her with kisses (she does, she does). Nosing the space between her breasts for a second, before kissing them, biting gently - so gently, before pressing her tongue, warm, wet, to her nipple, and, god, she can't believe she is doing this, it feels so right, it feels a thousand years almost too late.
Parker leans back to look at her as her hand settles between her legs again, trapped between the two of them. Gently, she curls her fingers into her again, slower now that they're not in a rush, prompting herself up slightly on her elbow to look at her face. Leans down to kiss her neck, and her cheek, and her lips, and everywhere she can, so soft and reverent.
She wants this to never end. ]
Do you like getting head?
[ She asks in a small voice over her gasps, a pressed question to her skin, and it's almost more a begging note than anything else, because, god, she wants to bury in to her warmth, as her fingers pull out slowly of her, and then back, excruciatingly slow. ]
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Then she isn't, then she is just holding tightly to the clothes because it's hanging onto her. Her eyes closed, her eyebrows furrowed just so, lips parting in a sound that is so high out of her throat it isn't a sound at all, just a puff. Her legs come up, part underneath her, as she feels her fingers press back into her. The dots of colour in her face that make her feel so warm as each drag is slow, makes her buck helplessly that she can't even really register quite what Parker said, at first.
Can't even to open her eyes it feels as good as it does. The way she works her like that, a fluttering, clenching feeling where it's too much and - God - it's not enough. Licks her lips, like she means to answer her more immediately when the words haze through, but she just whines instead, slick heat making it easy for Parker to move against her.
Finally, finally manages ( eyes still tightly screwed shut, hips still twitching in want, Parker's hands are soft, like hers, so much more warn and it makes it feel so much better ): ] Don't know, never got it - [ and she whines again, happy enough with her fingers as they are. ]
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If she could, she would burrow more into her.
Her lips find odd paths to map all of her. Lowering to her neck, where she allows herself a bite between soft pecks. She hears the way she struggles with her sounds and that only serves to make her hotter and shudders to the feeling of her clenching around her fingers. Makes her curl them out slowly and push them back in before she has time to miss them, moving them a little faster for it.
She stops only for a quick second when Angel finally manages to talk. To look at her a little surprised. ]
How? [ She asks while her fingers return to their slow pace, giving her some breathing space. She lowers her lips to kiss her mouth softly, once, twice-- gets distracted that she still has something else to say as she parts her lips around her. Only for a moment. Then she bites her lower lip, tugging gently, and speaking against the kiss. ] Why would anyone miss the chance to give you that?
[ Parker leans away from her then. Not trying to be cruel but inadvertently doing so as she pulls her fingers away from her. She kneels between her legs, sitting up slightly to watch her. Her heart skips a beat, almost impossible not to when she's laid out like that, so pretty, and she sets her hands around her hips, running her nails up and down gently against her sides. ]
You're so pretty. [ She says almost out of breath, all head over heels. Parker lowers her head to kiss between her breasts, hands coming down to massage her thighs, thumb against the crease of them. She kisses her skin, her collarbone, her chest, her breasts, down to her rib cage, down to her navel, then just below it. Nuzzles there, against her belly, then shifts so she can lay back down on her stomach, in a way that prompts Angel to rest her legs on her shoulders - doesn't force her to, letting her find whatever position feels better for her. Let's her be comfortable all along kissing her belly and thighs, happy to have her face warmed up by the heat of her between her soft legs. God, god, god, she wants to bury herself in her, but waits, not yet, until Angel is comfortable, until she knows she can hold on to her as hard as she wants (she wants that, so much, wants to feel her needy grasp because she wants to make her feel like nobody else could - a selfish though, but this is all very selfish). ]