"I'm not going to tell you to stop," says Harrow--before she can talk herself into doing exactly that. Gideon's fingertip against her there, pressing just firmly enough to trace the shape of her through damp cotton, has her making a low, helpless sound. Her hips lift like they have a mind of their own, a will she can't wrest control of right now, pressing just slightly more into the touch.
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Date: 2021-10-03 08:08 pm (UTC)