Fanfic: One of Those Nights, Parker/Tara (Leverage)
Title: One of Those Nights
Characters/Pairing: Parker/Tara
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,153
Disclaimer: I do not own Leverage or any characters. Title from The Cab.
Summary: Parker wants to say thanks. PWP
Warnings: Graphic sex.
Spoilers: Allusions to a small scene in 2.14, but no real spoilers.
Notes: Writen for shopfront for help_haiti.
Beta: opheliahyde
Clicking her tongue gently against the roof of her mouth, Tara weighed each bottle in a hand. “Lavender, or vanilla?” Screwing the top off each, she inhaled the luxurious scents deeply, letting the aromas relax her. After a moment’s decision, she nodded. “Both.” Smiling in anticipation, she set down both at the edge of the soaker tub and tightened the black silk robe around her waist as she stood up. Champagne was definitely in order.
CNN was playing on the living room television as she headed towards the kitchen, pulling out the container of chocolate-covered strawberries as she searched for a bottle of champagne. It briefly occurred to her that she had finished the bottle last night after finishing the con-Nate had that effect on her. Sighing, she tapped a nail against the phone. Could she ask the concierge to buy her alcohol?
Before she could contemplate it long, there was a knock at the door. She narrowed her eyes at it, then glanced at the clock. There weren’t many people who would think it was okay to bother her after ten at night. With a groan, she realized it could be Mr. Anderson who rented the place down the hall; he was always looking for an excuse to talk to her. Leaning against the kitchen island, she crossed her legs. Maybe in this, he would die of a heart attack and she could steal his champagne.
She took her time walking to the door, starting through the peephole. All she could see was the top of a black hood and her blood ran cold. Most kidnappers and murderers didn’t knock, or wait patiently for someone to open the door, but it wouldn’t be the first time. Tara ducked into the menu drawer, pulling out a small pistol.
Plastering a smile on her face, she held the gun just out of sight as she opened the door. “Yes?”
The hooded figure lifted her head up and Parker smiled lightly. “Um…hi.”
“Parker?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “What are you doing here?”
She nodded at the gun in Tara’s hand. “That for me?”
Rolling her eyes, she stood back, holding the door open wider. “Come in.” Parker slipped in silently and Tara checked the hallway for any nose neighbors, before locking and chaining the door. “How did you even get upstairs?”
Shrugging, she said, “Your doorman and concierge are having an affair, and the personal elevators took, like, two seconds to crack.” She held up a passkey that she certainly stole from Hardison; Tara was almost excited about watching his face turn that red color it made when peopled touched his stuff, when Parker returned it.
“Great,” she said, putting the gun away and leaning against the counter. “But what are you doing here? Nate said we had the day off and if he’s changing his mind, he’s going to have to do it without me.”
She shook her head, hood falling down to her shoulders. “No, it has nothing to do with Nate, or a con or anything. I just… I owed you.”
Frowning, Tara leaned closer to Parker-she could be a hard read and right now, she couldn’t see anything but nervousness. “So you figured out where I lived and decided to bother me on my day off?”
“Hardison did. Figured out where you lived, I mean. He’s got files on all of us. He should probably stop leaving those open when he says I can play spades on his laptop.”
Clearly, she was going to need to have a talk with Hardison. “That doesn’t really explain what you’re doing here.”
She shifted from foot to foot, exchanging her weight as if she was going to need to run any second. “I owed you. For the con. You helped me out.”
Tara smirked affectionately at her. “That was my job. You blow it, we all blow it, and then I don’t get paid.”
Parker held up a paper bag that Tara hadn’t seen she was holding. What the hell kind of pockets did that jacket have. “Then it’s because I trust you.”
Slowly, she took the bag from Parker, unwrapping to find an unlabeled bottle of amber liquid. Untwisting the cap, she inhaled deeply, shocked at the expensive alcohol. “This is Eliahyd.” Expensive, illegal, and amazing. It’d been years since she had a glass. “Where did you get it?”
“Stole it from some guy in Paris while I was getting it a painting. He seemed to think that being on the 23rd floor was security enough, so I took that too just because it looked expensive.”
“Nate would love this,” Tara said, looking at the bottle appreciatively. The fact that she had it and he didn’t gave it an added essence of winning.
Parker shook her head. “I’ve been told we shouldn’t encourage that.”
There was an engraved emblem on the bottle and she ran a finger over it, tracing the grooves of the person who had lost out to her. She wasn’t sure why she was asking the question even as it left her mouth. “Would you have given this to Sophie?”
“No,” she said simply.
“Why not?” She focused on Parker, who seemed to fidget under her gaze. “You said that it was her job to walk you through it, same as me.”
“Yeah, it’s her job. She’s Sophie. It’s just what she does.”
That made more sense to Tara than it should and she realized that she had been hanging around these people too long. They always had had a sort of incestuous energy about them. Familial, and more than a little fucked up.
Parker bit her bottom lip and seemed to stare out the large window towards the rest of the skyline. Tara was unsure if what she was seeing was more lost puppy, or the crazy daredevil who wanted to experiment with an eighteen story jump. Her eyes were wide when she caught Tara’s gaze and she sighed internally. The bath could wait.
Pulling two glasses out of the cabinet, she said, “If you don’t have any other plans, you’re welcome to stay and have a drink with me. Leave me alone with this and I might turn into Nate.”
“Sure,” Parker said after a second’s hesitation, nodding enthusiastically. Tara gestured for her to take one of the barstools as she poured them both a generous glass of the liquid. Parker caught the one she slid to her and Tara smiled calmly as she held up her own. “To another successful con.”
Parker nodded, tapping their glasses together. Taking a sip, Tara winced at the intensity of the alcohol, but Parker downed hers in a few gulps. It was a drink of someone trying to steel their nerves, rather than someone who appreciated the taste; apparently she was on a team with more than one person who needed drinks more than they wanted them. Tara crossed her legs as she slid on the stool next to her. “Don’t you have anything else to do on your day off, than come bring me something? Not that I don’t appreciate it…”
She bounced her leg against the last rung of the stool. “Not really. Hardison is at some sort of convention, Eliot’s at the batting cages, and last I checked, Nate was in the bar. And I don’t really have anything to do for me.”
Tara pushed aside the affront of being the last person on Parker’s list to feel pity for her-this girl literally had no one but them. It was kind of sad. “Oh.”
Her eyes opened wide suddenly, as if an idea had just occurred to her. “You were probably busy, weren’t you?”
Was it considered busy to want to soak in her tub until there was no hot water left in the entire building? She shook her head. “No, I was just watching television. Relaxing. I was out of drinks, anyway. You have good timing.” Parker perked up a little at that and Tara reached for the bottle, refilling both of their glasses, before grabbing the strawberry container as well. She held it open to Parker. “Here, enjoy.” They were sharing tonight, after all.
Parker picked one up, eating it quickly while Tara took her time with hers, savoring it and sucking the melted chocolate off her fingers. Parker was watching her closely and suddenly, she felt a little self-conscious. “What do you usually do when you’re not working?”
“Steal things. Sometimes I hang out with Eliot and Hardison, but mostly steal things. We all agreed that testing Nate right now was probably not the best.” She hesitated then said, “Sophie’s tried to take me shopping. I wasn’t very good at it.”
That sounded like Sophie. “You’ve got your own…personal style.”
“I dress like a hobo. That’s what Sophie said.”
“You dress like a thief because that’s what you are.” It wasn’t really a compliment, just a statement of fact, but Parker smiled.
Playing with the end of her hair, Parker glanced up at her through her bangs. “You’re…not Sophie.”
She wasn’t sure where this was going. “Yes, I know.”
“I mean…” Parker hesitated, clearly trying to find the words to say. “I keep expecting you to be Sophie, or wanting you to be her, but you’re not.” Nodding in affirmation to herself, she leaned over and kissed Tara softly
Tara stared at her as she pulled back, eyes searching Parker’s face for a tell. “Was that because you want me to be Sophie?”
“It was because you’re not. You’re you.”
Picking up her glass, Tara drained the last of it, then smiled. “Okay then.” Burying a hand in Parker’s thick hair, Tara pulled her in for another kiss, grinning into it when Parker responded immediately, nipping at her bottom lip.
Tara licked into her mouth, tasting the strawberry, the chocolate, and the alcohol she would always associate with Parker. The smaller girl whimpered, moving down off her chair in between Tara’s legs for better leverage. When she broke to breathe, Tara smirked like the cat that got the canary. A sexy little blond canary.
Taking Parker’s hand, she led her into the bedroom. Parker kissed her neck as Tara unzipped her jacket, letting it fall to the plush carpeted floor. There was a clang of metal on metal, and Tara frowned in confusion, reaching down to search the garment. Her eyebrows rose up her head as she found a pair of handcuffs, holding them up for inspection. Parker shrugged. “You know,” she said. “Just in case.”
“It does help to be prepared,” Tara said, putting them on her nightstand before she went back to kissing Parker. She ate at Tara’s mouth hungrily, clearly starved for more than just attention as Tara rid her of her button-up plaid shirt and plain bra-Sophie might have a point with the hobo thing, but she kind of liked it. It was…authentic. That was something she wasn’t used to.
Parker pulled at the tie of her robe, opening it enough to slip her hands inside and letting the silken material puddle on the floor. Before Parker could explore much with her hands, Tara pushed her on the bed, kneeling over her and quickly snapping the cuffs around her wrists, trapping her to the intricate ironwork of her bed frame.
Apparently, Parker wasn’t really a talker, which Tara could get behind. She had always thought that talking in these kinds of situations was just a way not to pay attention to what was actually going on, to break way from the intimacy, to use words as distractions masquerading as truth.
Or maybe that was just her. That was her life, after all.
Sometime, Parker had kicked off her shoes, so Tara didn’t have a lot of trouble getting off her jeans and underwear-she wasn’t exactly a dress up person either, it seemed, but she was soft over her thin frame with practiced muscles and Tara took her time exploring what she had previously thought was untouched skin, territory that only Parker knew.
She wouldn’t quite bet on that theory anymore.
Parker breathed heavily through her mouth as Tara’s fingers ran delicately over her already hard and peaked nipples, teasing and testing her for sensitivity. Leaning down, Tara pressed a searching kiss to her lips, letting Parker guide the way for intensity and duration, heat of her body driving Tara’s need up as she laid her skin against Parker’s. Her hand sought out the rounded curve of Parker’s hips, smoothing across it before dipping between her legs, feeling the wet and warmth. Parker’s gasp was almost silent, which made it all the more delicious.
Spreading her legs wider, Parker panted lightly in her ear, searching out Tara’s mouth again while her hand was busy teasing her wet folds. Thrusting a finger into her slowly, Tara sucked on Parker’s tongue as she pulled lightly at the handcuffs. Tara pushed another finger inside of her, sliding in easily through the slickness. She moved down to bite and suck at Parker’s pale skin, adding another bruise to the cacophony of colors that that dominated her skin from their lifestyle.
Parker whimpered as she removed her fingers from inside her, rubbing first her thumb, then her knuckles against her clit to see which she liked best. Tara liked testing the waters, and from the way Parker trembled beneath her, she did too. The sounds she was making were so beautiful that Tara had to kiss her again, had to inhale them, feel them within her.
She sucked heartily at Parker’s bottom lip, and it wasn’t until she felt a pair of hands hold her head closer that she realized that Parker was out of the cuffs. As soon as her mind clicked it into place, Parker was pushing her down on the bed and straddling her waist, a look of excitement brightening in her eyes. Tara’s wrists were cuffed almost before she knew it was happening, and she pulled gently at the bounds-these were real.
Parker was good.
She spent her time thoroughly investigating Tara’s body, calloused hands traveling down her arms and supporting Tara’s neck as she kissed her gently, more open-mouthed presses of lips to lips than anything else. Her mouth and hands continued to travel downward, hesitation on Tara’s breasts. Tara exhaled noisily as Parker sucked on her nipples, grazing them with her teeth and rough tongue seemingly to make Tara moan. Which she did, continuously, hips bucking up. She wasn’t used to not being in control; it felt better than she had expected.
Parker was significantly more discreet than she was, sucking marks into the side of her breast, her stomach, her hip, her inner thigh, places only she would know they were there. It felt private and intimate, and Tara shuddered to realize that every time she rested her hand on her hip, she’d feel the tenderness that would remind her of Parker being here right now and no one else would know. It felt like a secret only for her to hold, but one that might be too much to carry.
Her tricky fingers skimmed the wetness of her pussy without ever dipping inside, teasing her folds with the lightest touch. Tara wasn’t a beggar, but she didn’t doubt that one day Parker would hold that power over her as well. She couldn’t believe that she was so turned on by this, but when Parker pushed her fingers inside of her and leaned up for a kiss, Tara returned it eagerly, spreading her legs open for the girl.
Parker ended the kiss with soft pecks, moving her fingers inside of her and just staring down at Tara. Her hair flowed over her shoulders, and Tara watched her face, the look of concentration so intent as she fingered her. Tara had never thought Parker was particularly beautiful, but right here with her above her, she could see it. It made her smile.
After kissing her again softly, Parker moved back down her body, replacing her fingers with her tongue and licking a long, gentle line between Tara’s legs. She groaned, pulling at the cuffs without trying to get away. Parker ate at her diligently and Tara immediately knew that this wasn’t her first time. Parker’s experience would be her pleasure.
Her tongue lapped against her and Tara’s hips bucked up, eager for more. Parker’s hands were stronger than they looked as they held her to the bed, eating at her with an unexpected vigor as Tara tossed and turned, holding on to the bars of her headboard. Rolling her hips in an effort for some relief, Tara almost cried out when Parker focused on licking her clit slowly, the sensitive nub sending waves of pleasure through her.
She wrapped her legs around Parker’s shoulders, desperate for more, but Parker kept her on edge. The whimpers were coming from her mouth now, noises and mewls echoing from the back of her throat. Nails digging into the palms of her hands, she held on as Parker sucked on her clit lightly, before pushing her tongue inside of her over and over again.
It was the simple rub of her thumb against her clit that pushed Tara over the edge and she called out, shaking and shuddering through her orgasm. Parker held on to her the whole time, licking and touching her until she fell down the other side of the peak, panting hard. Boneless, she laid there with her eyes closed, reveling in the sensation of complete satisfaction soaking into her.
Parker got the handcuffs unlocked with a few flicks her of her wrist, twirling them around her finger as Tara sat up, rolling the soreness out of her shoulders. She glanced over her shoulder at Parker, who sat there looking proud of herself, Tara’s juices still glistening on her lips even in the dim lighting.
The silence wasn’t awkward, even though she couldn’t think of anything to say. She stood up and walked into the bathroom, turning the hot water in the tub on, before leaning against the door, looking at Parker still waiting on her bed. “My plans for tonight were to take a nice, long bubble bath. You should join me.” Parker’s eyes widened in surprise and Tara smirked. “You didn’t think I was finished with you yet, did you?”
Grinning, Parker dropped the handcuffs on her hoodie, kissing Tara slowly and passionately, before bending down to test the water. Her expression lit up as she spotted the bubble bath bottles resting on the counter. “Vanilla or lavender.”
“You pick.”
Parker furrowed her brow in concentration. “Both.”
Shaking her head and smiling to herself, she watched Parker pour a generous amount of each into the running water of the before stepping back into the bedroom and picking up the handcuffs. She really hoped the towel rack above the tub was strong.
Characters/Pairing: Parker/Tara
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,153
Disclaimer: I do not own Leverage or any characters. Title from The Cab.
Summary: Parker wants to say thanks. PWP
Warnings: Graphic sex.
Spoilers: Allusions to a small scene in 2.14, but no real spoilers.
Notes: Writen for shopfront for help_haiti.
Beta: opheliahyde
Clicking her tongue gently against the roof of her mouth, Tara weighed each bottle in a hand. “Lavender, or vanilla?” Screwing the top off each, she inhaled the luxurious scents deeply, letting the aromas relax her. After a moment’s decision, she nodded. “Both.” Smiling in anticipation, she set down both at the edge of the soaker tub and tightened the black silk robe around her waist as she stood up. Champagne was definitely in order.
CNN was playing on the living room television as she headed towards the kitchen, pulling out the container of chocolate-covered strawberries as she searched for a bottle of champagne. It briefly occurred to her that she had finished the bottle last night after finishing the con-Nate had that effect on her. Sighing, she tapped a nail against the phone. Could she ask the concierge to buy her alcohol?
Before she could contemplate it long, there was a knock at the door. She narrowed her eyes at it, then glanced at the clock. There weren’t many people who would think it was okay to bother her after ten at night. With a groan, she realized it could be Mr. Anderson who rented the place down the hall; he was always looking for an excuse to talk to her. Leaning against the kitchen island, she crossed her legs. Maybe in this, he would die of a heart attack and she could steal his champagne.
She took her time walking to the door, starting through the peephole. All she could see was the top of a black hood and her blood ran cold. Most kidnappers and murderers didn’t knock, or wait patiently for someone to open the door, but it wouldn’t be the first time. Tara ducked into the menu drawer, pulling out a small pistol.
Plastering a smile on her face, she held the gun just out of sight as she opened the door. “Yes?”
The hooded figure lifted her head up and Parker smiled lightly. “Um…hi.”
“Parker?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “What are you doing here?”
She nodded at the gun in Tara’s hand. “That for me?”
Rolling her eyes, she stood back, holding the door open wider. “Come in.” Parker slipped in silently and Tara checked the hallway for any nose neighbors, before locking and chaining the door. “How did you even get upstairs?”
Shrugging, she said, “Your doorman and concierge are having an affair, and the personal elevators took, like, two seconds to crack.” She held up a passkey that she certainly stole from Hardison; Tara was almost excited about watching his face turn that red color it made when peopled touched his stuff, when Parker returned it.
“Great,” she said, putting the gun away and leaning against the counter. “But what are you doing here? Nate said we had the day off and if he’s changing his mind, he’s going to have to do it without me.”
She shook her head, hood falling down to her shoulders. “No, it has nothing to do with Nate, or a con or anything. I just… I owed you.”
Frowning, Tara leaned closer to Parker-she could be a hard read and right now, she couldn’t see anything but nervousness. “So you figured out where I lived and decided to bother me on my day off?”
“Hardison did. Figured out where you lived, I mean. He’s got files on all of us. He should probably stop leaving those open when he says I can play spades on his laptop.”
Clearly, she was going to need to have a talk with Hardison. “That doesn’t really explain what you’re doing here.”
She shifted from foot to foot, exchanging her weight as if she was going to need to run any second. “I owed you. For the con. You helped me out.”
Tara smirked affectionately at her. “That was my job. You blow it, we all blow it, and then I don’t get paid.”
Parker held up a paper bag that Tara hadn’t seen she was holding. What the hell kind of pockets did that jacket have. “Then it’s because I trust you.”
Slowly, she took the bag from Parker, unwrapping to find an unlabeled bottle of amber liquid. Untwisting the cap, she inhaled deeply, shocked at the expensive alcohol. “This is Eliahyd.” Expensive, illegal, and amazing. It’d been years since she had a glass. “Where did you get it?”
“Stole it from some guy in Paris while I was getting it a painting. He seemed to think that being on the 23rd floor was security enough, so I took that too just because it looked expensive.”
“Nate would love this,” Tara said, looking at the bottle appreciatively. The fact that she had it and he didn’t gave it an added essence of winning.
Parker shook her head. “I’ve been told we shouldn’t encourage that.”
There was an engraved emblem on the bottle and she ran a finger over it, tracing the grooves of the person who had lost out to her. She wasn’t sure why she was asking the question even as it left her mouth. “Would you have given this to Sophie?”
“No,” she said simply.
“Why not?” She focused on Parker, who seemed to fidget under her gaze. “You said that it was her job to walk you through it, same as me.”
“Yeah, it’s her job. She’s Sophie. It’s just what she does.”
That made more sense to Tara than it should and she realized that she had been hanging around these people too long. They always had had a sort of incestuous energy about them. Familial, and more than a little fucked up.
Parker bit her bottom lip and seemed to stare out the large window towards the rest of the skyline. Tara was unsure if what she was seeing was more lost puppy, or the crazy daredevil who wanted to experiment with an eighteen story jump. Her eyes were wide when she caught Tara’s gaze and she sighed internally. The bath could wait.
Pulling two glasses out of the cabinet, she said, “If you don’t have any other plans, you’re welcome to stay and have a drink with me. Leave me alone with this and I might turn into Nate.”
“Sure,” Parker said after a second’s hesitation, nodding enthusiastically. Tara gestured for her to take one of the barstools as she poured them both a generous glass of the liquid. Parker caught the one she slid to her and Tara smiled calmly as she held up her own. “To another successful con.”
Parker nodded, tapping their glasses together. Taking a sip, Tara winced at the intensity of the alcohol, but Parker downed hers in a few gulps. It was a drink of someone trying to steel their nerves, rather than someone who appreciated the taste; apparently she was on a team with more than one person who needed drinks more than they wanted them. Tara crossed her legs as she slid on the stool next to her. “Don’t you have anything else to do on your day off, than come bring me something? Not that I don’t appreciate it…”
She bounced her leg against the last rung of the stool. “Not really. Hardison is at some sort of convention, Eliot’s at the batting cages, and last I checked, Nate was in the bar. And I don’t really have anything to do for me.”
Tara pushed aside the affront of being the last person on Parker’s list to feel pity for her-this girl literally had no one but them. It was kind of sad. “Oh.”
Her eyes opened wide suddenly, as if an idea had just occurred to her. “You were probably busy, weren’t you?”
Was it considered busy to want to soak in her tub until there was no hot water left in the entire building? She shook her head. “No, I was just watching television. Relaxing. I was out of drinks, anyway. You have good timing.” Parker perked up a little at that and Tara reached for the bottle, refilling both of their glasses, before grabbing the strawberry container as well. She held it open to Parker. “Here, enjoy.” They were sharing tonight, after all.
Parker picked one up, eating it quickly while Tara took her time with hers, savoring it and sucking the melted chocolate off her fingers. Parker was watching her closely and suddenly, she felt a little self-conscious. “What do you usually do when you’re not working?”
“Steal things. Sometimes I hang out with Eliot and Hardison, but mostly steal things. We all agreed that testing Nate right now was probably not the best.” She hesitated then said, “Sophie’s tried to take me shopping. I wasn’t very good at it.”
That sounded like Sophie. “You’ve got your own…personal style.”
“I dress like a hobo. That’s what Sophie said.”
“You dress like a thief because that’s what you are.” It wasn’t really a compliment, just a statement of fact, but Parker smiled.
Playing with the end of her hair, Parker glanced up at her through her bangs. “You’re…not Sophie.”
She wasn’t sure where this was going. “Yes, I know.”
“I mean…” Parker hesitated, clearly trying to find the words to say. “I keep expecting you to be Sophie, or wanting you to be her, but you’re not.” Nodding in affirmation to herself, she leaned over and kissed Tara softly
Tara stared at her as she pulled back, eyes searching Parker’s face for a tell. “Was that because you want me to be Sophie?”
“It was because you’re not. You’re you.”
Picking up her glass, Tara drained the last of it, then smiled. “Okay then.” Burying a hand in Parker’s thick hair, Tara pulled her in for another kiss, grinning into it when Parker responded immediately, nipping at her bottom lip.
Tara licked into her mouth, tasting the strawberry, the chocolate, and the alcohol she would always associate with Parker. The smaller girl whimpered, moving down off her chair in between Tara’s legs for better leverage. When she broke to breathe, Tara smirked like the cat that got the canary. A sexy little blond canary.
Taking Parker’s hand, she led her into the bedroom. Parker kissed her neck as Tara unzipped her jacket, letting it fall to the plush carpeted floor. There was a clang of metal on metal, and Tara frowned in confusion, reaching down to search the garment. Her eyebrows rose up her head as she found a pair of handcuffs, holding them up for inspection. Parker shrugged. “You know,” she said. “Just in case.”
“It does help to be prepared,” Tara said, putting them on her nightstand before she went back to kissing Parker. She ate at Tara’s mouth hungrily, clearly starved for more than just attention as Tara rid her of her button-up plaid shirt and plain bra-Sophie might have a point with the hobo thing, but she kind of liked it. It was…authentic. That was something she wasn’t used to.
Parker pulled at the tie of her robe, opening it enough to slip her hands inside and letting the silken material puddle on the floor. Before Parker could explore much with her hands, Tara pushed her on the bed, kneeling over her and quickly snapping the cuffs around her wrists, trapping her to the intricate ironwork of her bed frame.
Apparently, Parker wasn’t really a talker, which Tara could get behind. She had always thought that talking in these kinds of situations was just a way not to pay attention to what was actually going on, to break way from the intimacy, to use words as distractions masquerading as truth.
Or maybe that was just her. That was her life, after all.
Sometime, Parker had kicked off her shoes, so Tara didn’t have a lot of trouble getting off her jeans and underwear-she wasn’t exactly a dress up person either, it seemed, but she was soft over her thin frame with practiced muscles and Tara took her time exploring what she had previously thought was untouched skin, territory that only Parker knew.
She wouldn’t quite bet on that theory anymore.
Parker breathed heavily through her mouth as Tara’s fingers ran delicately over her already hard and peaked nipples, teasing and testing her for sensitivity. Leaning down, Tara pressed a searching kiss to her lips, letting Parker guide the way for intensity and duration, heat of her body driving Tara’s need up as she laid her skin against Parker’s. Her hand sought out the rounded curve of Parker’s hips, smoothing across it before dipping between her legs, feeling the wet and warmth. Parker’s gasp was almost silent, which made it all the more delicious.
Spreading her legs wider, Parker panted lightly in her ear, searching out Tara’s mouth again while her hand was busy teasing her wet folds. Thrusting a finger into her slowly, Tara sucked on Parker’s tongue as she pulled lightly at the handcuffs. Tara pushed another finger inside of her, sliding in easily through the slickness. She moved down to bite and suck at Parker’s pale skin, adding another bruise to the cacophony of colors that that dominated her skin from their lifestyle.
Parker whimpered as she removed her fingers from inside her, rubbing first her thumb, then her knuckles against her clit to see which she liked best. Tara liked testing the waters, and from the way Parker trembled beneath her, she did too. The sounds she was making were so beautiful that Tara had to kiss her again, had to inhale them, feel them within her.
She sucked heartily at Parker’s bottom lip, and it wasn’t until she felt a pair of hands hold her head closer that she realized that Parker was out of the cuffs. As soon as her mind clicked it into place, Parker was pushing her down on the bed and straddling her waist, a look of excitement brightening in her eyes. Tara’s wrists were cuffed almost before she knew it was happening, and she pulled gently at the bounds-these were real.
Parker was good.
She spent her time thoroughly investigating Tara’s body, calloused hands traveling down her arms and supporting Tara’s neck as she kissed her gently, more open-mouthed presses of lips to lips than anything else. Her mouth and hands continued to travel downward, hesitation on Tara’s breasts. Tara exhaled noisily as Parker sucked on her nipples, grazing them with her teeth and rough tongue seemingly to make Tara moan. Which she did, continuously, hips bucking up. She wasn’t used to not being in control; it felt better than she had expected.
Parker was significantly more discreet than she was, sucking marks into the side of her breast, her stomach, her hip, her inner thigh, places only she would know they were there. It felt private and intimate, and Tara shuddered to realize that every time she rested her hand on her hip, she’d feel the tenderness that would remind her of Parker being here right now and no one else would know. It felt like a secret only for her to hold, but one that might be too much to carry.
Her tricky fingers skimmed the wetness of her pussy without ever dipping inside, teasing her folds with the lightest touch. Tara wasn’t a beggar, but she didn’t doubt that one day Parker would hold that power over her as well. She couldn’t believe that she was so turned on by this, but when Parker pushed her fingers inside of her and leaned up for a kiss, Tara returned it eagerly, spreading her legs open for the girl.
Parker ended the kiss with soft pecks, moving her fingers inside of her and just staring down at Tara. Her hair flowed over her shoulders, and Tara watched her face, the look of concentration so intent as she fingered her. Tara had never thought Parker was particularly beautiful, but right here with her above her, she could see it. It made her smile.
After kissing her again softly, Parker moved back down her body, replacing her fingers with her tongue and licking a long, gentle line between Tara’s legs. She groaned, pulling at the cuffs without trying to get away. Parker ate at her diligently and Tara immediately knew that this wasn’t her first time. Parker’s experience would be her pleasure.
Her tongue lapped against her and Tara’s hips bucked up, eager for more. Parker’s hands were stronger than they looked as they held her to the bed, eating at her with an unexpected vigor as Tara tossed and turned, holding on to the bars of her headboard. Rolling her hips in an effort for some relief, Tara almost cried out when Parker focused on licking her clit slowly, the sensitive nub sending waves of pleasure through her.
She wrapped her legs around Parker’s shoulders, desperate for more, but Parker kept her on edge. The whimpers were coming from her mouth now, noises and mewls echoing from the back of her throat. Nails digging into the palms of her hands, she held on as Parker sucked on her clit lightly, before pushing her tongue inside of her over and over again.
It was the simple rub of her thumb against her clit that pushed Tara over the edge and she called out, shaking and shuddering through her orgasm. Parker held on to her the whole time, licking and touching her until she fell down the other side of the peak, panting hard. Boneless, she laid there with her eyes closed, reveling in the sensation of complete satisfaction soaking into her.
Parker got the handcuffs unlocked with a few flicks her of her wrist, twirling them around her finger as Tara sat up, rolling the soreness out of her shoulders. She glanced over her shoulder at Parker, who sat there looking proud of herself, Tara’s juices still glistening on her lips even in the dim lighting.
The silence wasn’t awkward, even though she couldn’t think of anything to say. She stood up and walked into the bathroom, turning the hot water in the tub on, before leaning against the door, looking at Parker still waiting on her bed. “My plans for tonight were to take a nice, long bubble bath. You should join me.” Parker’s eyes widened in surprise and Tara smirked. “You didn’t think I was finished with you yet, did you?”
Grinning, Parker dropped the handcuffs on her hoodie, kissing Tara slowly and passionately, before bending down to test the water. Her expression lit up as she spotted the bubble bath bottles resting on the counter. “Vanilla or lavender.”
“You pick.”
Parker furrowed her brow in concentration. “Both.”
Shaking her head and smiling to herself, she watched Parker pour a generous amount of each into the running water of the before stepping back into the bedroom and picking up the handcuffs. She really hoped the towel rack above the tub was strong.