[No dice, Parker. She bears down harder with the line of her arm, wrist flush and taut against Parker's throat. Pressing that small noise flat as she squirms on top of her, kicking with her foot to catch Parker's struggling ankle, to keep her from getting that leg up. Desperate.
She holds her, her other elbow coming down: a hard line against Parker's side. Not a blow, just a restraint.]
Clean slate. [Meaning roll back to square one and start over - there's no way Parker's fighting loose.] On three.
[Counts the beats out in her head. Three. Two. One-- and eases the line of her arm, shifts up, pushes herself upright and off Parker--]
no subject
She holds her, her other elbow coming down: a hard line against Parker's side. Not a blow, just a restraint.]
Clean slate. [Meaning roll back to square one and start over - there's no way Parker's fighting loose.] On three.
[Counts the beats out in her head. Three. Two. One-- and eases the line of her arm, shifts up, pushes herself upright and off Parker--]