Warmth blooms thickly at the centre of her. It's kind of embarrassing, really, what a few words of appreciation can do. It's there in her now, the realisation that it's all she ever really needed; some indication that she’s needed, that she matters. That she is - in some small way - wanted. Lenore's words hit all the right buttons - even if all she'd done was sit about and miss out on all the action - but before she can express any kind of gratitude Lenore's hand is in her hair, her lips on her lips.
Gideon makes a muffled sound and goes easy into the pull of Lenore's hard-curled fingers. She's loose-limbed and obliging as she leans down for Lenore to better reach, hot sparks shooting through her at the feel of Lenore's hand at her neck even as she refuses to entirely acknowledge that she doesn't hate the weight of ownership in it. She's quick to kiss her back - firm and needy, with less finesse than she thinks Lenore deserves. Her hands move to the tight curve of the vampire's waist, thoughts turning hot and blurry around the edges as something in her goes yes yes yes, wanting more of this. More than this--
--but then Lenore breaks contact, licking her lips like she doesn't know the sight of it drives the spike of lust into Gideon all the deeper. She makes a low sound caught somewhere between need and frustration, mutters clit tease real quiet beneath her breath. Yet with pleasure still pooling hot in her insides and the taste of Lenore on her tongue, she's too lust-stoned to do anything other than obey.
Her patrol of the room is thorough, though it reveals nothing aside from the fact that they're as safe as they can hope to be. She is hungry, wolfing down food as though it might grow legs and run off if she gives it half a chance. Perhaps the water is cold and the soap plain, but this comes closer to what she knows, and the heat from the fire adds a touch of the luxurious despite everything. It's good, stripping off her clothes and cleansing her skin of the grime from their journey, from those few nasty hours spent in the piss-scented dungeon.
The fire gilds her silhouette in gold, dressed only in her underwear, but it does a fair job of disguising her flushed skin. "Soooooo, where do you want me?"
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Gideon makes a muffled sound and goes easy into the pull of Lenore's hard-curled fingers. She's loose-limbed and obliging as she leans down for Lenore to better reach, hot sparks shooting through her at the feel of Lenore's hand at her neck even as she refuses to entirely acknowledge that she doesn't hate the weight of ownership in it. She's quick to kiss her back - firm and needy, with less finesse than she thinks Lenore deserves. Her hands move to the tight curve of the vampire's waist, thoughts turning hot and blurry around the edges as something in her goes yes yes yes, wanting more of this. More than this--
--but then Lenore breaks contact, licking her lips like she doesn't know the sight of it drives the spike of lust into Gideon all the deeper. She makes a low sound caught somewhere between need and frustration, mutters clit tease real quiet beneath her breath. Yet with pleasure still pooling hot in her insides and the taste of Lenore on her tongue, she's too lust-stoned to do anything other than obey.
Her patrol of the room is thorough, though it reveals nothing aside from the fact that they're as safe as they can hope to be. She is hungry, wolfing down food as though it might grow legs and run off if she gives it half a chance. Perhaps the water is cold and the soap plain, but this comes closer to what she knows, and the heat from the fire adds a touch of the luxurious despite everything. It's good, stripping off her clothes and cleansing her skin of the grime from their journey, from those few nasty hours spent in the piss-scented dungeon.
The fire gilds her silhouette in gold, dressed only in her underwear, but it does a fair job of disguising her flushed skin. "Soooooo, where do you want me?"