[ She's less than helpful, doesn't seem to hear her rejections of Angel's brilliant little ideas and there's something unguarded to it, to her. No face up for expectations. Just her and her naked want written on her face as her eyes shut.
Rather as Parker's fingers work up, her head goes back in open invitation. The exposed line of her body that she can feel the slide of her hands on her bare skin that leaves her toes curling up at how good that feels. The moan is guiltless, honest, when it works it's way up her body. Responding to tone more than words that say that this isn't happening.
When she blinks her eyes open, they're dazed with it, heavy-lidded that says just to how much she is getting further and further gone. Either to being touched or to the drink, either way. One makes the other easy. ]
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Rather as Parker's fingers work up, her head goes back in open invitation. The exposed line of her body that she can feel the slide of her hands on her bare skin that leaves her toes curling up at how good that feels. The moan is guiltless, honest, when it works it's way up her body. Responding to tone more than words that say that this isn't happening.
When she blinks her eyes open, they're dazed with it, heavy-lidded that says just to how much she is getting further and further gone. Either to being touched or to the drink, either way. One makes the other easy. ]