Harrow is not strong enough to impel Gideon backwards, but she presses gently until her cavalier is recumbent, straddling her stomach. She leans down in a long sweet kiss, then scoots backwards, hitching up the shoulder of her gauzy nightgown.

She runs her hard-bitten nail along the the tendons of Gideon's neck, tracing over the yellowing bruise left by her teeth. "Sternocleidomastoid," she enunciates with relish. "Because it connect your sternum--" She trails fingers down Gideon's sternum, between the other woman's breasts to slip under the skirt of her nightgown---then back, following the muscle up to her cavalier's jaw, hooking over the mandible and pressing her fingers between her lips. "--to your mandible."