Champagne Suite, Fandom Arms, Sunday morning

[mparkerceo]

So. Last night had been... strenuous. And fun. And at one point hilarious, punctuated as it was by Parker hanging off the balcony to yell things back and forth with Zero*, and then back to the strenuous

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[furious_maximus]

Max was making a sound which was an odd combination of a happy moan and amused chuckle as Parker's hands moved. "This isn't entirely necessary," he pointed out a bit breathlessly. "But don't let that dissuade you from--" he had to take a breath, "continuing."

[mparkerceo]

Parker snickered and continued, saying breathily, "Well, I know you believe in reciprocation. So I think I'm due a, hmm... massage?" A few kisses, strategically placed. "After."

[furious_maximus]

"At the, hmmmm, least," Max agreed.

[mparkerceo]

More warm-ups, more carefully applied pressure, and then suddenly Max might find himself with a lapful of Parker, leaning down into his space, her hair trailing across his face as she grinned at him.

"Hi."