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“In under ten minutes, a shuttle’s coming to pick me up. There’s literally nothing you can do to stop me,” said Gideon Nav.
“Really? You think that’s going to work?” snarled Harrowhark Nonagesimus from behind her black and white skull paint, ornate and perfect as always. “Your handwriting is dreadful. While you studied the blade, I studied proper bookkeeping.”
“It’s good enough. Now get out of my way.” Gideon’s hand moved to her sword.
Harrow’s sharp face was set in a grimace. “It won’t fool a soul. However, I can call you a shuttle first thing tomorrow and set you on your way with a release form with my mother’s genuine signature-” (Gideon snickered at this) “-and proper Ninth House letterhead. And I won’t tell them to shoot you on sight when you get there.”
Gideon waited for the but. But I’ll take out all of your bones one by one, and maybe put some of them back. But I’ll gouge out your eyes and put them in a little jar. But I’ll run you through with your own sword.
“But you have to do everything I say for tonight,” she finished.
“Well, I’m already your subject, my boney prin- oh. You mean…” she trailed off, waiting for Harrow to interject. Instead, she just stared at Gideon with those midnight eyes. The silence between them simmered.
If for some reason Gideon was asked to describe her type, she would say something along the lines of those big busty blonde women sprawled across the magazines stashed under her bed. But she had to admit, in her fantasies their faces often morphed into Harrow’s. She couldn’t help wondering what her body looked like under her robes, and how Gideon’s hands would look on her skin. Still, she had never expected the Reverend Daughter to reciprocate, and had buried those urges under layers of bitterness and belligerence. Besides, she hated her more than she was attracted to her. Most likely.
Someone had to break the silence. Harrow could probably stand in acrid quiet until the Ninth House turned to ash. So Gideon said, “I always knew you were a freak. Fine. I’ll do it.”
Harrow faltered, like she hadn’t expected her deal to be accepted. Had she even planned past this? However, she quickly regained her composure. “Follow me to my quarters,” she ordered solemnly.
Gideon had never seen the Lady’s bedroom before. It was certainly fancier than hers. The bed was draped in a canopy so black it looked like it was made from the night itself. The little table was engulfed in the wax of the countless candles that had been burned atop it throughout the years. A morbid chandelier constructed of bones hung from the ceiling, and Gideon had to duck to avoid hitting her head on it.
“Sit on the bed and take off your pants.” She was surprised by Harrow’s forwardness, but felt heat rise in her at the command. Sliding off her black jeans, she leaned against the ornately carved headboard. Harrow squatted on the other side, her frame dwarfed by the huge bed. She was a tangle of thin limbs shielded by a flowing dark robe. Gideon had a sudden yearning to see underneath the dark clothes and the bones that shielded her. She wanted to explore the nooks and crannies of her body, the branching paths her blood flowed throughout it, the way her skeleton fit together.
“Touch yourself,” said Harrow. Well, if this was the price of her freedom, Gideon was going to give her a show. Meeting the other girl’s eyes, she licked her two fingers and pressed them against her pussy. Surprisingly, she was already quite wet. She rubbed her clit rhythmically, feeling a familiar pleasure course through her. Harrow’s eyes were laser focused on those fingers, like she was studying for a test. Gideon’s breathing grew louder and faster, and she could hear Harrow’s doing the same.
She quickened her pace. Her arousal was building, and Harrow watching her was somehow compounding that. Gideon bit her lip to prevent a moan from slipping out. She had to keep her dignity somehow. As her hand rubbed her sensitive clit harder, she could feel herself getting close to the edge. She bit her lip harder, tasting blood. Her other hand grabbed the headboard for stability. Almost there, and-
“Stop,” commanded Harrow. Despite her body screaming at her to finish, she moved her hand away.
“Seriously? I was just getting to the good part.”
“I know,” she said, eyes glinting. “But you’re to do as I say, remember?”
Gideon normally would have strung together an insult to lob at her. But she felt like a rubber band stretched to its limit, about to snap. So instead, she decided to allocate all her energy to keeping herself together.
Harrow threw off her robes. She removed her ribcage corset, one snap at a time. She took off her finger-bone bracelets and her bone studs. She unbuttoned her shirt and peeled off her pants. Underneath it all, she was angular and lithe, and Gideon could see the shape of each of her bones underneath her skin.
“What are you smiling at?” Harrow said suspiciously. Gideon hadn’t realized she was smiling. But how could she not? Here was the girl she’d spent her whole life with, the girl she loved and hated in equal measure, laid out before her. She looked like a painting, the flickering candlelight making her umber skin glow.
“You’re beautiful, y’know.”
Harrow squinted at her. “Very funny.” She hesitated. “Now, can you, uh-“
“I got you covered, dollface.” Gideon pressed her down onto the bed. Her blush was visible even under the skull paint. Gideon kissed down her neck and chest, not stopping at her boobs even though she wanted to, making a steady path down her abdomen and then waist. She was surprised at the heat emanating from every inch of Harrow’s skin. She wanted to bathe in that heat, drown in it. She hoped her kisses could communicate where her words had failed.
Gideon had never touched a body other than her own, but she figured it was pretty much the same method. Her pussy was beautiful, small and wet and lined with black hair. She stroked Harrow’s clit and was rewarded with a soft moan. She continued, slowly ramping up the pressure and speed. Her pussy became wetter and wetter, drenching her fingertips. Gideon teased her finger on her entrance.
“Can I?”
“Yes ple-“ Harrow was cut off by her own lovely moan as Gideon’s finger thrust inside her. She arched her back and bucked her hips forward.
“Were you about to say please just there? I don’t think I’ve ever heard that from you,” said Gideon, relishing rare power over the princess. She pressed another finger inside, using her other hand to continue rubbing the clit.
“Oh fuck, please, don’t stop,” Harrow was barely getting the words out.
“Aww, that was a please! I knew you had it in you, sweetheart.” Her fingers inside the girl increased in tempo and bent upwards. She jerked against Gideons hand, losing all control over her body. Her moans crested as she came. When they faded, Gideon pulled her fingers out. She wasn’t expecting them to be so sore. She needed to work on hand exercises.
Harrow was panting heavily. “That was-“
“I know, I’m pretty great,” said Gideon. To her surprise, Harrow sat up, grabbed her by her shirt and pulled her into a kiss. She was so warm and her lips were so soft and she tasted like blood and Gideon never wanted it to end. She could feel her own heartbeat pumping, and it felt like she was being held fast to the other girl by a magnet.
Harrow found Gideon’s pussy with her fingers, tracing her clit gently. She had forgotten how close she had been before, and it was all coming back now. She moaned into the kiss. Harrow moved her lips down to her neck and sucked, leaving a red-purple mark. In response, Gideon pulled off her own shirt to give her better access. Harrow left a line of hickeys, more teeth than lips, across her neck and boobs. One hand circled her nipple, making it hard and pointed. She pinched it, first gently and then hard, a strange combination of pleasure and pain. The other hand fervently rubbed her pussy, stroking her most sensitive spot. Then, she used both to spread her legs. Her mouth lowered onto Gideon and licked her pussy experimentally. Her tongue was warm and wet and felt amazing. She continued, alternating licking and sucking on her clit. She slipped two thin fingers inside her pussy, bending them to hit her g-spot. Gideon’s legs clenched around Harrow’s head, and she could no longer control the moans that poured from her lips. She grabbed her short black hair, holding onto it like a lifeline. Harrow responded by adding a third finger, filling her up. Pleasure pulsed through her.
“I’m close-“ Gideon gasped. This time, there was no stopping. She came, hard, with more like a scream than a moan. She was left weak and trembling.
When Harrow emerged from between her legs, her skull face paint was nearly gone. She curled up next to Gideon, pressing her body against hers. She nestled her face into her boob. Gideon kissed her forehead, tasting sweat.
“Thank you, Griddle. For that. And for saying that I’m beautiful. I don’t deserve it,” she said. “I’ll miss you.”
“Are you kidding? I’m not leaving. There’s no way they have that level of spooky head game in the Cohort.” Gideon ran her fingers through her hair as her onyx eyes drifted closed. She pulled the thick duvet over both of them. After a few minutes, Harrow was asleep. Her naked chest rose and fell rhythmically. Gideon traced the veins that branched underneath her skin. She really was gorgeous, more than any girl in a magazine.
Still cradling her, Gideon joined Harrow in sleep.