Gideon stands there stupidly for what feels - to her - like an inordinate length of time. Lenore slides sinuously into bed, the maid takes up her spot by the fire, and Gideon...prevaricates. At my side, is what Lenore had said. At my side with the space beside her left open and unfilled, when the vampire could sleep smack-bang in the middle if her heart so desired. She could take the floor at the foot of the bed - a suitable place for a royal bodyguard - it'd hardly be the worst night she'd ever spent. Days chained up and kneeling in a small, stone cell immediately come to mind.
But if Lenore wants her there, and she's trying to behave, then who the hell is Gideon to refuse her? The mental image of sliding beneath the heavy sheets with Lenore's barely-clothed body stretched out beside her is enough to have her heart beating fast, to send a sharp kick of lust to her cunt-- it's this, though, that has her come over shy.
She ought to be good and obey. She wants to atone for her earlier transgression. Her body thrums with a day packed full of exertion and yearns quite desperately for comfortable rest.
There's a hot almost-naked chick in the bed right now, expecting her to come join her.
Her uncertainty breaks, and Gideon makes relatively short work of stripping off her clothes. There's only one last moment of hesitation - standing motionless and awkward, her bruised, muscular body limned in the fire's quiet light - before she's gingerly sliding beneath the sheets dressed only in her underwear. She leaves space between her body and Lenore's yet feels achingly aware of her proximity, trying desperately to regulate her breathing and not think stupendously dirty thoughts.
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But if Lenore wants her there, and she's trying to behave, then who the hell is Gideon to refuse her? The mental image of sliding beneath the heavy sheets with Lenore's barely-clothed body stretched out beside her is enough to have her heart beating fast, to send a sharp kick of lust to her cunt-- it's this, though, that has her come over shy.
She ought to be good and obey. She wants to atone for her earlier transgression. Her body thrums with a day packed full of exertion and yearns quite desperately for comfortable rest.
There's a hot almost-naked chick in the bed right now, expecting her to come join her.
Her uncertainty breaks, and Gideon makes relatively short work of stripping off her clothes. There's only one last moment of hesitation - standing motionless and awkward, her bruised, muscular body limned in the fire's quiet light - before she's gingerly sliding beneath the sheets dressed only in her underwear. She leaves space between her body and Lenore's yet feels achingly aware of her proximity, trying desperately to regulate her breathing and not think stupendously dirty thoughts.