It's hard to know precisely what to do, when you have a banging babe buck-naked in front of you, but she's like, all regal and shit, and also kind of owns you, so the rules of engagement are blurry around the edges. Because of this, Gideon hesitates around the duel choices of eyeing her up and politely averting her gaze; what she wants to do and what she probably should do warring violently inside of her.
It's almost a relief when Lenore slides into bed-- except that she's still barely dressed under there and her pale, slender arms are extended. An invitation - a demand - for Gideon to join her.
This, at least, isn't the kind of order she's inclined to back-chat.
Gideon slides into bed beside her Mistress, breath coming a little quick, heartbeat loud. She does as she's told - well, hell, who wouldn't? - resting on the apex extension of one arm, the other seeking out the curve of Lenore's waist. She kisses her then, aims for slower this time, and less rough. Wanting to do this justice.
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It's almost a relief when Lenore slides into bed-- except that she's still barely dressed under there and her pale, slender arms are extended. An invitation - a demand - for Gideon to join her.
This, at least, isn't the kind of order she's inclined to back-chat.
Gideon slides into bed beside her Mistress, breath coming a little quick, heartbeat loud. She does as she's told - well, hell, who wouldn't? - resting on the apex extension of one arm, the other seeking out the curve of Lenore's waist. She kisses her then, aims for slower this time, and less rough. Wanting to do this justice.