undonewithout

For a moment, it's just the firm weight of Gideon's hand, Gideon's fingers between her thighs--and then she moves. It doesn't matter that it's more exploratory than anything else, a careful bit of contact; the shift of Gideon's finger is electric and strange, and Harrow squirms to meet it.

"Fuck," she says, and her voice only barely sounds like her own.