It could end here and she'd be just fine with that: blissfully content and endlessly willing to melt into the lukewarm bathwater, splayed across Parker's chest until they're both shivering and pruney. She's still aglow with the success of her endeavors, sweet aftertaste on her tongue, when she's - to her surprise - grabbed possessively, in a very definitive we're-not-done-yet-way. A pleased little yelp, an exchange of affectionate nuzzling, and then her eyes go wide.[break][break]
"A present for me?"[break][break]
She cocks her head, eyelashes fluttering, strands of blue plastered to flushed cheeks. It's an utterly innocent look, made more coy by the fact that she doesn't register Parker's meaning, not at first. It's been so long since she's thought about her other preferences. She's only had eyes for Parker, and what Parker likes, and - [break][break]
"What do you mean, put it on - ?"[break][break]
But even as she repeats the words, it hits her. And she thinks, oh, followed by an audible, gasping, "OH."[break][break]
A new sort of excitement bubbles up, and she tugs on Parker's wrist.[break][break]
"I've fantasized about that, you know," she admits, giggling. Of course Parker knows. That's the best part.

TAGS – parker jones[break]
NOTES – Social[break]

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