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The door had barely shut behind them before Gideon pushed Harrow against the wall. Her hands on Harrow’s shoulder and waist were firm as they pressed her back, and she used her entire body to hold Harrow in place. She leaned in to kiss Harrow and her hands lifted, one to tangle in her hair and the other to rest on the wall by her head. There was nowhere to go but Harrow wasn’t complaining. She could feel the warmth of Gideon’s overheated skin though the thin shirt she was wearing. Gideon’s lips were warm, slightly chapped, and they met Harrow’s unyielding and desperate. She pressed a knee between Harrow’s leg, enough to suggest friction but not enough to mean real pressure. Harrow squirmed, not out of discomfort, but out of a need for more . The desire to grind down on Gideon’s firm thigh was enough to make her let out a desperate huff. She broke away and brought a hand up in between Gideon’s arms to cup her cheek. She inclined her head, jutting out her chin and narrowing her eyebrows in an attempt to make up for their height difference and reclaim some semblance of control over the situation. It gave her time to notice Gideon was only wearing a tank top. Harrow followed where the hemlines exposed Gideon’s broad shoulders and the freckles that dusted her collarbones. Gideon grinned down at her, slightly lopsided and completely smug. She hadn’t missed Harrow’s frustration, then. She pressed her entire body closer to Harrow, lifting her knee pointedly. It created a thrill of pleasure that jolted up Harrow’s spine, and her hand caught Gideon’s shoulder to balance herself.
“Fuck,” Harrow gasped.
“Mhmm.” Gideon busied herself by softly tugging on Harrow’s hair to pull her head to one side and kissing the exposed skin of her throat. Her teeth scraped harmlessly over Harrow’s pulsepoint as Gideon pulled them away from the wall long enough to wrap an arm around Harrow’s waist. She knew this move and Harrow placed her arms around Gideon’s neck and allowed herself to be lifted. The ease with which Gideon did it made her stomach flip. She met Gideon’s mouth as soon as she could reach and they stumbled backwards, Harrow’s legs wrapped firmly around Gideon. They made it to the bedroom in a haze of kissing; Gideon’s hands gripped at Harrow’s ass and thighs. She wished desperately to be out of her clothes, to feel Gideon’s warm, rough hands on her skin, to be taken apart. The bed met her back before Harrow realized she was being set down. Gideon moved away only to remove her tank top and sweatpants before she turned back towards Harrow. The low light of Gideon’s string lights threw the dips and curves of her well muscled shoulders and arms into relief. Harrow propped herself up to shimmy out of her own jeans and pull her shirt over her head. She had taken time to pick out her favorite bra and underwear today, though, so she left them on. She sat on the edge of the bed to watch Gideon fiddle with the hem of her sports bra. The cogs turning in her brain were practically visible, but Harrow didn’t say anything and she was secretly happy when Gideon left it on.
Gideon came back to her, a softer smile on her face than Harrow would have expected. She trailed a finger over Harrow’s collar bone and even the delicate touch sent a thrill through her.
“Stoplight system?” Gideon asked. Harrow knew what that meant, even if it was generally more of a precaution for them.
“Yeah,” Harrow said. She pressed a hand to Gideon’s chest and leaned in close. “Please.” She hoped Gideon got the message. Harrow was pretty sure if the tension in her lower abdomen grew any more intense she would combust.
Gideon wasted no time pressing Harrow into the mattress. Gideon kissed Harrow like she was coming up for air, like they had been apart for weeks rather than a few minutes. One hand went above Harrow’s head to stabilize herself and the other palmed her chest. The sensation was muted, even through the thin padding of her bra, but Harrow still let out gasp. Gideon broke away from the kiss long enough to whisper in Harrow’s ear, “I want to hear you tonight.” Harrow choked on her breath and tightened her fingers on Gideon’s shoulders. She tilted her head back and up into Gideon’s kiss and, despite Gideon’s words, tried to stifle the noise she made as Gideon’s hand slipped into her bra. The fingers on her nipple were teasingly gentle. Gideon pinched lightly and bit at Harrow’s lip when she arched her spine. Finally, Gideon reached behind her and undid her bra. Harrow moved just enough to help her, but didn’t bother to look where Gideon threw it. She let out a moan when Gideon sucked hickies along her collarbone, and her breath hitched as Gideon licked a stripe down her chest. Her tongue worked over the sensitive skin of Harrow’s nipple as her hands kneaded the soft skin.
The mattress creaked below them as Gideon sat back to admire her work. Harrow’s breath was coming quickly and she squirmed in her position; her thighs framing Gideon’s hips. Gideon watched Harrow’s face and used her fingernail to scrape just under the hem of Harrow’s underwear. She tried to keep her hips still, embarrassed by both the scrutiny and how desperate she was for the touch. Finally, Gideon pressed her hand between Harrow’s legs. She barely moved her fingers, more pressure than anything else, but it sent a wave of sensation through Harrow’s stomach and made her cry out.
“You’re really wet,” Gideon said appreciatively. She pushed the fabric aside and trailed a finger over Harrow. “Is this all for me?” Harrow nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Gideon moved her finger higher, still not making direct contact with her clit. It was enough to make Harrow whine, thankful for the friction but desperate for more. She rocked her hips into the touch and moaned when she got a good angle. Gideon let Harrow rub against her fingers for only a moment before she moved her hand lower. A finger teased at her entrance, still not nearly enough, but enough to make Harrow bare down.
Gideon placed her free hand on Harrow’s inner thigh and forced her legs wider, not that Harrow put up much resistance.“Keep your legs spread for me,” Gideon said. The finger teasing Harrow dipped inside, just barely and not even close to enough. She keened and tried to bare down again. Gideon laughed softly, but slowly pushed her finger inside and quickly followed it with a second. The slight stretch felt good, but she was grateful when Gideon gave her a minute to adjust. Gideon leant down again to kiss Harrow, her weight heavy and real above her. The fingers inside of Harrow curled and pressed up into a spot that made her shiver and bite back a moan.
Gideon kissed her with rough passion as her fingers worked inside of Harrow. Their mouths broke apart and Harrow grasped at Gideon’s back, wanting her to stay close. She didn’t stop moving her fingers inside of Harrow, and it didn’t take her long to realize Gideon’s intention. She pressed hot kisses down Harrow’s sternum and stomach, taking her time biting and sucking marks into Harrow’s thighs, and, finally, she pressed her hot tongue to Harrow’s clit. Harrow moaned, bucking her hips into Gideon’s mouth. She used her free hand to press Harrow’s hips down and increased the speed of her fingers.
“Fuck,” Harrow managed. Gideon didn’t stop, but moaned into her. Harrow could feel the curling heat of an orgasm and fought against Gideon’s hold on her hip to buck into the sensation and ride out her coming orgasm on Gideon’s fingers and mouth. Gideon pulled away and slid her fingers out. It took everything in Harrow not to cry at the loss, the feeling of being so close to the edge just to have it taken away. She tightened down involuntarily around the emptiness and moved her hand down to satiate herself.
“Shh,” Gideon whispered. She pushed Harrow’s hand away and stroked her thumb over the sensitive skin of Harrow’s inner thigh. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” She pressed the fingers that had just been inside of her to Harrow’s lips and slid them into her mouth. Her own wetness was salty against her tongue, and she sucked on Gideon’s fingers. “You look good like that.” The praise made Harrow flush and she took them deeper, closing her eyes. It made her feel needy and desperate in the best way.
Much to Harrow’s dismay, Gideon pulled away and left the bed. It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds but, to Harrow, it felt like forever. She was dripping wet and open and aching with emptiness and need for Gideon. She kept her legs spread, remembering Gideon’s earlier words. She felt the mattress depress as Gideon climbed back on, her strap in place. She was looking at Harrow, her hand working over herself.
“Do you want my cock?” The words should have made Harrow shy away in embarrassment, but they just made her more desperate. She nodded but Gideon raised an eyebrow. “Show me.” She cupped Harrow’s face in her hands before twisting them in her hair. “Color?”
“Green,” Harrow said, with as much authority as she could manage. Gideon didn’t hesitate to push Harrow down and she went willingly, taking Gideon into her mouth. Harrow took as much as she could, nearly gagging, but Gideon ran a hand through her hair and tugged just enough for Harrow to feel it. Harrow looked up at her; Gideon’s eyes were focused on her, intense and full of something Harrow would have called awe if she didn’t know better.
“Come here,” Gideon said. She pulled Harrow up and kissed her. Harrow could feel the strap pressing against her stomach as they kissed, and she squirmed, suddenly remembering how empty she felt. Gideon kissed her temple before pushing her down on the mattress. She pulled Harrow to the edge of the bed and pressed the head of her cock between her legs. The tip rubbed against her, just enough to tease her but not enough to be enough. Gideon pushed in slowly, letting her adjust. Harrow moaned at the feeling of fullness and rocked her hips, desperate for motion. Gideon exhaled sharply–what Harrow belatedly recognized as a silenced moan–and moved her hips, canting up into Harrow. She kept a slow pace, thrusting deep and hard instead of her. The in and out slide of the strap made her eyes roll back, and when Gideon found a good angle Harrow had to work not to beg her to go faster.
“Fuck,” Harrow covered her mouth with a hand and spread her legs further. Gideon gripped her thighs to keep them there.
“Hands above your head,” Gideon said, “I want to hear you.” Harrow obeyed, knotting her hands in the sheets. “Good girl, keep them there.” Harrow shuddered at the praise, the words sending a spark down her spine.
“Faster, please,” She said, trying not to let the desperation show in her voice. Gideon increased the pace slowly, but moved one of her hands to Harrow’s clit. She stroked it in time with the strap. Harrow didn’t bother to bite back her moan as Gideon fucked into her, her thumb making delicious curls of pleasure thrum through Harrow. “Fuck, fuck, please,” She was whimpering now, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care. Gideon’s cock was hitting her g-spot with every thrust. Gideon leaned down over her, pinning Harrow down and pushing her cock deeper. Harrow hadn’t moved her arms from their place above her head, but Gideon still used a hand to keep them there. She put her mouth close to Harrow’s ear, her breath warm and quick.
“Don’t come without asking,” Gideon’s voice was husky in her ear..
“Oh fuck, please, fuck,” Harrow moaned, the words pushing her even closer to the edge. Gideon’s fingers left her clit, making Harrow whimper and attempt to push her hips up, only to find that she was trapped under Gideon’s weight. She tried to struggle, testing her rage of motion, but Gideon had her pinned. Her pace had not slowed and, even without fingers on her clit, Harrow could feel herself getting close to the edge. She kept trying to struggle, but Gideon didn’t even have to try to hold her still.
“Can I–Fuck–” Harrow couldn’t get the words out, but Gideon knew what she meant.
“Not yet. Turn over for me.” Gideon released Harrow’s hands and, pulling out, helped Harrow flip onto her stomach. Harrow’s face was pushed into the mattress as Gideon pulled her hips back towards herself and lined the strap up again. Harrow felt her cock tease her from behind for only a second before Her cock slid into her with no resistance. They both moaned when Gideon bottomed out. She reached a hand back down to Harrow’s clit, but didn’t resume motion. “Are you going to be good this time?”
“Yeah, shit, yes,” Harrow couldn’t think. Gideon’s fingers rubbed at her clit without warning and Harrow almost screamed at the sudden rush of sensation.
“Can I? Please?” She said, the feeling of Gideon’s cock inside of her was too much, she felt open and desperate, she wanted more.
“Say it,” Gideon commanded.
“Can I come?” She would have said anything, anything for Gideon to keep fucking her like this, anything to make Gideon let her come.
“Tell me how much you like it,” Gideon said, voice rough in Harrow’s ear, “and then maybe you can.”
“I love it, fuck, I love getting filled up, I love taking you,” Harrow could hear how desperate she sounded but couldn’t find it in herself to care, “I love how you fuck me, please, you’re so good, please,” She was babbling now, but Gideon’s fingers were working over her clit and her cock was hitting the perfect angle inside of her and she couldn’t care about how she sounded because all that mattered was being allowed to come.
“Come for me, please. Oh–fuck.” Gideon’s voice sounded as desperate as her own. Harrow tumbled over the edge with a cry, tightening around Gideon’s cock in waves as she came hard. Gideon fucked her through it, only slowing when Harrow’s moans quieted to small whimpers and gasps. Harrow rode out the aftershocks with Gideon still inside of her. She was distantly aware of Gideon pulling out and helping to flip her over, her fingers stroking Harrow’s face. Gideon pushed two fingers inside of her, curling them gently. Even that sent an overwhelming wave of pleasure over her, and Harrow could only keen in response. Although she was still oversensitive, Harrow loved the feeling and she moved with it. Harrow couldn’t do anything but let Gideon play with her. Her fingers slid in and out easily, and Harrow shuddered at the feeling of being so open. Gideon’s thumb rubbed over her clit; too much and not enough all at once. Her hips bucked up into the sensation, she half-sobbed at the sensation and was distantly aware of Gideon making a soft shushing noise. Feeling rushed up at her and Harrow barely managed an “I’m gonna-” before she was coming again. Harrow’s entire body shuddered; she felt wild. Her moans only barely registered to her own ears.
“Holy shit,” Gideon’s voice was rough, her pupils were blown. Harrow couldn’t move, but it didn’t matter because Gideon gathered her up in her arms. She was telling her she was good, but individual words weren’t registering so Harrow opted to focus on the way that Gideon was holding her, strong and real. She let the waves of soft, warm pleasure wash over her.
Something took her over, some basal part of her brain that wanted to be good , and she, still half in a haze of pleasure, kissed her way down Gideon’s chest and stomach. Gideon monad as Harrow licked over her clit. She looked up at Gideon, and moaned into her when she saw the look on her face. Her mouth was open, half in awe, and her cheeks were a warm pink, bringing out the freckles there. One of her hands tangled in Harrow’s hair and held her in place as her hips rocked into her mouth. Gideon was talking, desperate and soft, and her voice sent Harrow into a haze of desperation.
“You’re so perfect, oh my god,” Gideon sounded desperate, her words running into each other, “I want you so bad. You’re so good for me, please don’t stop, fuck.”
Gideon tasted salty and heady on her tongue and her praise sent a warm thrill through Harrow. When Gideon came she pressed Harrow to herself so hard she could barely breathe.
She fell back into Gideons, now slightly shaky, arms, and it felt like home. Harrow’s brain came back online slowly, their bodies tangled together. Gideon was stroking her hand through Harrow’s hair. She placed a kiss on Harrow’s temple; her breath was still coming just slightly too quickly. They lay, warm and soft, like that until their breathing evened out.
“I love you,” Gideon breathed.
“Mhm, love you too,” Harrow said. She was floating, the rush of endorphins still making her brain gooey and slow. It was easy to float in the warm safety of Gideon’s arms, Harrow tightened her grip and fell asleep.