[ Parker breathes out slowly against her naked shoulder, warm, soft, keepig her arms around her. She pulls a hand away, to her lap, grabbing the shirt from it and sighing. There is probably nothing in the world that she would want more than stay as she is in her warmth and smelling the alcohol and smoke in her neck, a scent that should be offensive but mixed into Angel's skin it's almost addictive - the only exception being here, with her sober.
So she does what she should do, pulling back from her and gently coaxing her arms in to the shirt, rolling it down her middle and past it - long enough to nearly be as long as the skirt she is wearing. She very meticulously unclasps the stockings from her skirt, rolling it down her legs, slow, gently. ]
Let's just sleep, okay? Warm and comfy?
[ And tomorrow we can all pretend nothing happened. Gently getting the skirt off of her as she give her a small kiss to her cheek - innocent and nice. ]
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So she does what she should do, pulling back from her and gently coaxing her arms in to the shirt, rolling it down her middle and past it - long enough to nearly be as long as the skirt she is wearing. She very meticulously unclasps the stockings from her skirt, rolling it down her legs, slow, gently. ]
Let's just sleep, okay? Warm and comfy?
[ And tomorrow we can all pretend nothing happened. Gently getting the skirt off of her as she give her a small kiss to her cheek - innocent and nice. ]