Gideon, trained to run headfirst into battle, to find weak points and use them to shatter an opponent, ducks her face into the crook of Harrow's neck and does not stop.
She couldn't. She loves it all too much. Harrow's short gasping breaths, the words that spill out from her mouth and sink into Gideon's skin. How she feels. How Gideon feels about making her feel this way. She's learned a lot in the last week, about what Harrow likes and what she loves, and Gideon is a quick study.
Her touch is gentle and slow, but she does not stop and she does not hesitate. She is as relentless as an incoming tide that promises to swamp them both.
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Date: 2020-11-10 03:53 pm (UTC)She couldn't. She loves it all too much. Harrow's short gasping breaths, the words that spill out from her mouth and sink into Gideon's skin. How she feels. How Gideon feels about making her feel this way. She's learned a lot in the last week, about what Harrow likes and what she loves, and Gideon is a quick study.
Her touch is gentle and slow, but she does not stop and she does not hesitate. She is as relentless as an incoming tide that promises to swamp them both.