Gideon moves under her, and Harrow's head spins, her legs tightening, her knees digging into the curve of Gideon's hips--as if she could keep her there, pin her in place and feel her struggle. She's aware enough of the slide of Gideon's hands, the careful track up her ribcage and over. They've been here before; Gideon waiting, Gideon hoping, the intimacy something Harrow's struggled with allowing. She breaks the kiss, her breath coming hard and shaky as she looks into the other girl's eyes.

"Tell me what you want."