This time, the noise Harrow makes has a little more form, coming closer to a moan than it had before. "You give me a shameful amount of license," she murmurs in response to that breathless promise, though already she's thinking through the possibilities, considering all that she wants--and the list is longer than she might have assumed--and everything she feels capable of allowing. She leans in, pressing into the warmth of Gideon's hand on her tit, kissing her long and slow.

"Take your hand away and close your eyes," she says, the words a rush so she doesn't lose her nerve. "Just for a minute."