Harrow moans into the kiss, squirming in Gideon's lap when the other girl's hand shifts, when her touch goes from lightly teasing to something firmer. Her fingers comb back into Gideon's hair, the copper bright against her pale skin. It's too much; it's just enough.
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Date: 2021-09-21 07:49 pm (UTC)