[ At first, she thought she was going to finally give in and let her help her out. Easily untying the heels, careful as she peels it off, one hand holding her calf. Until she hooks her leg over her shoulder and tugs her forward and Parker nearly falls from it, one hand bracing against the bed. She looks up to her, heart skipping a little, and sighs, focusing very intensely on Angel's face and not anywhere else.
Which is hard to do. ]
You don't know what you're saying.
[ And it's harder and harder for Parker to peel away from her, but she has to. She wishes she did know what she was saying, and everything would be so much easier. Doesn't help that Angel's leg is resting on her shoulder, or that she's wearing that short skirt or the pretty lacy bra. ]
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Which is hard to do. ]
You don't know what you're saying.
[ And it's harder and harder for Parker to peel away from her, but she has to. She wishes she did know what she was saying, and everything would be so much easier. Doesn't help that Angel's leg is resting on her shoulder, or that she's wearing that short skirt or the pretty lacy bra. ]