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“Hooo boy..” breathed Gideon as she walked into their shared bedroom, followed closely by Harrow. “So…tonight’s the night? We’re shakin’ it up?” She turned on her heel, swinging her arms at her sides as she spoke, “We’re rockin’ the boat?”
Harrow chewed at the inside of her cheek, tilting her head as she approached her girlfriend. “We’re rocking the boat. It’s the weekend, my paper’s turned in, the sheets are washed-”
“Mm, clean sheets, I’m drenched already.”
“The point is, we have no obligations, and I want to treat you. Like we discussed. I’ve been…it’s been on my mind a great deal.” Harrow said.
“Cool! Wicked, sick nasty.”
Harrow reached out and stilled Gideon’s arms, which had been swinging at an ever increasing tempo. “However, we don’t have to. If this is distressing for you.” Her girlfriend sighed.
“No, I- I want to try this. You seem excited about it, and you know I’m here for it when my cythonic mistress gets excited.” She winked belatedly as the innuendo occurred to her. “I guess it’s just weird, heh. I do things for you: I lift your boxes, I open your jars - hell, I literally worked for you for a while. I like making you feel good.”
Harrow’s hands slid up Gideon’s arms to come together behind her partner’s neck. “I can open my own damn jars, Griddle. And I can make you feel good.” Her thin, spidery fingers twisted into the baby hairs at Gideon’s nape. She leaned closer (suppressing an involuntary nervous shiver). “I can make you come undone.”
Gideon’s muscles went through a rather bizarre combination of loosening under Harrow’s careful touch and tensing with arousal at her words. She parted her lips to speak but only let out a slight exhale, as Harrow disentangled herself and moved to stand behind Gideon. Harrow untucked Gideon’s black undershirt from her jeans, then pressed her palms under the fabric to the base of Gideon’s spine, breathing deep as she followed its path upward.
This was what Harrow really loved. What she was good at. Tracing the path of blood moving beneath skin, witnessing each pink strand of muscle twitch and layer over one another in a wet mass of heat. Her pupils dilated in already black eyes as she smoothed the pad of her thumb over Gideon’s deltoids. Pressed metacarpals into her internal obliques. Pushed and squeezed her rhomboid majors and felt every cell respond. Harrow listened with the patience and focus of a hungry animal while Gideon’s breathing staggered, heartbeat quickened. Eventually, she slid one hand around to rake her nails over Gideon’s stomach, eliciting at last a small noise of surprise from the bulk of muscle before her.
At this, Harrow thrust her shoulder into Gideon, hard, forcing her toward their bedroom wall and onto her knees. Gideon grunted, but didn’t attempt to rise, so Harrow gave the back of her head a peck of appreciation. The smaller girl pressed her chest close into Gideon, hooking her chin over one bulky shoulder and caging her girlfriend against the wall with one leg. This wasn’t an entirely easy task, as Gideon’s impressive physique also made her just wide enough to make effective spooning a regular struggle. Somehow Harrow managed a sort of half-straddle from behind, then focused her energy on calculated gnawing and flattening of her tongue against the underside of Gideon’s jaw as both hands snaked to the button of Gideon’s pants.
“Harrow-” Gideon huffed out, chuckling. “Heh, shit, okay. I could get used to this kind of thing…like the old days, minus the aggressive repression.”
Harrow nipped at Gideon’s ear, pleased yet irritated by the stifled groan she received. She licked gently over the abused area. “Glad you’re pleased with your service so far. Now please relax, Griddle. I don’t want you still talking when I’m done.”
“I am rela- Ngh!” Gideon squeaked as Harrow bit down between her neck and her shoulder. “Eheh, yes ma’am.” Gideon replied, half giggle and half sharp inhale. Harrow sucked and pressed her nose over the spot.
Satisfied that her victim’s pants were unzipped, one of Harrow’s hands attended to unfinished business beneath Gideon’s sports bra while the other fished something out of her back pocket. Harrow knew Gideon’s chest was particularly reactive, but also a source of discomfort for her girlfriend sometimes. Through some sneaky experimentation, she’d noticed it was easier for Gideon to let go if she remained clothed on top.
If the immediate increase in Gideon’s noise level was anything to go by, her hunch was paying dividends. She was still curbing her reactions, even as Harrow quite shamelessly kneaded and pinched her every which way.
Until her restrained yelps were cut off by a choked-off whine.
“H- Hah- Har- HaAH woah okay- ee-” Gideon stuttered, jerking and wriggling in response to the very powerful vibrator that had been shoved down the front of her jeans. “Holy ahahA- Christ, Harrow where’d you- Christ-”
Gideon was unsteady now, crumpling forward and letting her forehead fall against the wall as her body was wracked by irregular convulsions. Harrow forgot to respond momentarily, focused with surgical intensity on keeping both hands moving, finding exactly the right spots to make Gideon’s muscles jump and skin flush. She delighted in positions like this, where the weight of her body fully met Gideon’s so she could pinpoint every tiny jolt beneath her. She snapped back into presence, however, at a particularly desperate whisper of Oh my god from the girl in front of her. Gideon was practically trembling, yet still trying to stay composed a little too much for Harrow’s liking. She knew this girl could be loud. She demanded it.
“Come on, honey, you can do better than that.” Harrow crooned against Gideon’s hair, giving her girlfriend’s chest a break in favor of twisting two fingers into her open mouth. At first, Gideon was stuffed full, coaxing out a satisfying Mmph! sound, but Harrow pressed her fingers down against the top of Gideon’s tongue, forcing her mouth wide open. She turned up the setting on the vibrator, keeping her fingers in place and making it impossible for Gideon to smother her now wanton moaning.
Harrow had Gideon practically flattened against the wall now, the athlete trapped and at her mercy. Her dark eyes fixated on Gideon’s profile, this powerful, gorgeous woman, sweating and panting like a dog. And looking like she absolutely loved it. Harrow moved the head of the vibrating wand with precision and wonder, trying to remember the exact pitch and tone of every sound out of Gideon’s mouth, concentrating on dragging out everything this girl would give her.
“That right, good girl. Don’t you like that? Don’t I know my girl?” Harrow peppered Gideon’s cheek with kisses and bites, babbling on over Gideon’s wailing like a woman possessed. She never thought she’d be good at dirty talk. Whenever she tried, it felt false and rehearsed, or just straight up gross. But as Gideon’s body seized with the telltale signs of approaching orgasm, Harrow felt the words bubble up in her chest and she stared, eyes unmoving, obsessed. She wasn’t trying to sound sexy – hell, she probably looked like a serial killer. But she whispered desperately into Gideon’s skin as she came, “You sound so good, Griddle, you’re so good.”
Gideon was momentarily silenced as the vibrator yanked an orgasm out of her, and she tensed all over while Harrow worked her through the waves of pleasure. At last Harrow removed the fingers from her mouth, but Gideon barely got a moment to breathe as Harrow firmly moved those same fingers, wet with spit, over her clit and between her labia. Gideon tensed and pressed her fists to the wall, clenching and unclenching them and crying out as Harrow pulled another orgasm out of her.
“Ha..Harrow fuck, fuck-”
And another.
“Harrow ah- I’m sensitive it- haah, I can’t, shit-”
And another.
The whole time Harrow cooed and murmured endlessly, “It’s okay, it’s okay you can cum, I want to see you cum honey, I want to watch you cum again it’s alright…”
Gideon was way more fucked than she realized.
By the fourth stacked orgasm, Harrow finally pulled away and Gideon was a little winded, squeezing her eyes shut and holding onto the wall for dear life. Gideon felt Harrow’s cursed, skeletal, really talented hand on her shoulder, politely requesting that she turn around. Evidently helpless against this particular hand, she obliged.
She was met with a pair of dark, thin lips against her own. Harrow held Gideon’s face steady in her hands, spreading out her short fingers to cradle Gideon’s ears with her pinkies and rub small circles underneath Gideon’s eyes with her thumbs. She licked at Gideon’s lips, pressed into her mouth, sucked on her tongue. Gideon felt almost dizzy, struggling to keep up with Harrow as she worked her up all over again. If it worked that way, Gideon’s poor clit would have been forced to half-mast.
Gideon felt so warm. So lazy, and so buzzed all at once. Harrow touched her everywhere, over and under her clothes, her mouth traveling down her throat to her chest, making Gideon whimper and shout embarrassingly despite her best efforts. For once, Gideon found she didn’t care. Harrow pressed her flat against the floor now, suddenly tugging at Gideon’s jeans until the girl in question raised her lower half so they could be shucked all the way off. Once they were, Harrow didn’t even wait to pull off Gideon’s boxer’s before her mouth was between her legs.
“Aah- AHN ngH-” Gideon started thrashing about on the carpet, trying and failing to stay still under Harrow’s tongue and losing any composure with her voice. Harrow was no pillow princess, but there was a reason Gideon always topped, why she always distracted Harrow before she could do more than heavy petting. Why she needed to stay in control. But as her boxers got undeniably ruined by a filling, blistering wetness between her thighs Gideon couldn’t help but think, What was that reason again?
Harrow was ruthless. Black eyes fixed on Gideon’s face as it spasmed, her limbs scrambling for purchase. Harrow felt Gideon’s skin, her blood, her taste like they were in the same body, she worked her through her boxers like she was puppeting her from the inside. Every nerve ending was aflame as she wrapped her arms around her partner’s thighs and squeezed them close to either side of her head, at once grounding Gideon and pulling her closer. It didn’t take long for Gideon to cum the first time. By then Harrow had decided she was going to take her girlfriend apart.
Harrow snatched off Gideon’s boxers while she came down from the aftershocks, diving back in immediately before she could recover. Gideon was more like shouting now. Harrow pressed her tongue flat and rubbed it against her clit, moving down to lick at the rest of her pussy and ass before the singular pressure could become irritating. She alternated this pattern, feeling Gideon’s pussy slick against her nose and chin and actually having to focus on traction as it was getting slippery. She made Gideon cum twice more this way, the girl under her clearly attempting to speak but sounding completely incoherent.
Harrow tapped Gideon’s thigh twice with her whole right hand, a signal they’d developed to check in when Harrow went non-verbal. Gideon heaved a couple breaths before reaching down and tapping thrice on Harrow’s head.
Green light.
As much as Harrow was having the time of her life down there, she decided to give Gideon’s pussy a little break. Meaning, massaging her clit with one hand and holding the vibrator between her labia with the other. Naturally.
Gideon sounded close to tears, mewling and squirming like Harrow had never seen before. Harrow could see her whole face now, her whole body, could see Gideon’s eyes looking far away and her mouth wide open. Before this, Harrow couldn’t have imagined the sounds Gideon was making if she had dreamed them, much less Gideon being so blissed out that she didn’t even notice. Harrow held her hands steady and sucked one of Gideon’s nipples into her mouth again, causing Gideon to scream. That scream rumbled through Harrow’s brain and into her belly, and she knew she couldn’t go back to how they were before. She needed to hear that scream all the time.
“H- Ha- Mmh aeh- AH I can’t! Har- I can’t again!” Gideon struggled to say, unable to even finish Harrow’s name.
Harrow spoke into Gideon’s collarbone, biting and kissing the skin there as she did. “Sweet thing. Pretty thing. Yes you will.” Gideon sobbed. “Yes you will honey, you’re gonna keep cumming until I say you can stop. You’re gonna be good and you’re going to cum again.”
Gideon wept fully, gasping for breath as she came. Harrow didn’t stop, didn’t let up. Her Griddle could handle it.
“You’re gonna cum again and you’re going to scream for me. Now.”
Gideon came like she was on fire.
Harrow didn’t take long herself. She almost didn’t feel like it, but her animal body placed the vibrator against herself without missing a beat, and she came harder than she had in a while. She wobbled on her knees as she turned the toy off, then crawled to curl up beside Gideon on the floor. She knew even Griddle would be sore after that, and they’d have to move off the floor pretty soon, but she waited and held Gideon with all the patience in the world.
After a while of lying tangled up in one another on the shag carpet, Gideon finally felt coherent enough to register that this was uncomfortable. She nudged Harrow with her nose and made a tiny noise of complaint, prompting her girlfriend to remove herself from the leg knot and rub Gideon’s arms and legs to encourage her to sit up. Gideon felt a little head rush as she did so, interesting, but managed to get to her feet alright with Harrow supporting her side.
“Do you want a bath?” Asked Harrow.
Gideon shook her head.
“Some biscuits?”
She shook her head.
“You have to drink a little water, okay?”
Gideon paused, then nodded petulantly. Gideon wondered briefly if she looked like Westley from The Princess Bride when the Miracle Max pill was still taking effect. She let out a small giggle, which quelled Harrow’s anxiety somewhat.
A little less than an hour later, after some water and Pink Wafer biscuits after all, Gideon was back to her usual level of consciousness. It was at this moment Gideon realized she hadn’t properly looked at Harrow that whole time. When she turned to rectify this, she found Harrow staring at her.
Harrow had many types of stares. They were often her first line of communication. There was the ever classic glare, of which there were many varieties to be deployed in such circumstances as would merit that specific brand of wrath from the goth gremlin. It was crucial as both Harrow’s girlfriend, and once favorite cathartic punching bag, to understand the difference between her Griddle, you ignorant slut eye crinkle and Griddle, you whoreish idiot brow furrow. Of course, there were also the stares of utter bewilderment, such as at Gideon’s suggestion that perhaps Harrow would get more work done if she didn’t pass out at her desk of exhaustion, intense focus, like how she looked at anatomy textbooks or her My Favorite Murder messageboards, and, more often than you would expect, stares of sincere, bone-deep horniness. These looks used to cause Gideon the most confusion, but now they were probably her favorite to encourage.
The look Harrow gave her in this moment was Never Before Seen. She looked almost manic, not grinning from ear to ear in the traditional fashion, but stretching her thin lips just enough to show her adorable, uneven teeth. Harrow’s biggest smiles were in her eyes, like most of her expression. And her sharp, black eyes were blown so wide and wrinkled so much at the corners that it was almost like they were squeezed shut. Her hair stuck up every which way in bits of short, black frizz.
Gideon couldn’t see herself, but she imagined she must have looked similar. At once, they both spoke.
“Can we do that again?”