Both questions walk a delicate edge, Harrow as likely to answer them honestly as close herself off or fall into offended rage. She knows what Gideon wants, what she can provide, and the wide gulf that separates the two; it may be closing, inch by inch, but never as fast as Gideon might hope for. Today, Harrow takes a breath, her fingers moving against Gideon's, holding tighter for a moment or two.
"Most of your fantasies are stupid or vulgar, if not both," she says. "But this is...I'm aware it's the least we could do. And my resistance has made it all the more compelling. Now that it's happening, though...it's not so bad." With her free hand, she brushes a few strands of hair from Gideon's forehead. The touch is quick and light, the contact between her ungloved fingertips and Gideon's skin momentary at best.
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Date: 2021-09-13 08:07 pm (UTC)"Most of your fantasies are stupid or vulgar, if not both," she says. "But this is...I'm aware it's the least we could do. And my resistance has made it all the more compelling. Now that it's happening, though...it's not so bad." With her free hand, she brushes a few strands of hair from Gideon's forehead. The touch is quick and light, the contact between her ungloved fingertips and Gideon's skin momentary at best.
"It's not stupid."