She goes willingly where Lenore leads her. She moves to straddle her now, keeps her weight balanced on her forearms as though the vampire beneath her is some delicate, bird-boned thing she's endeavouring not to crush. She does this without breaking the contact of their lips, and what the kiss lacks in experience it makes up for in fiery ardency. Fuck knows she wants this, has thought about it with alarming frequency since the worst of her fury had bled out of her and allowed her to see how god-damned breath-taking Lenore is. And even then, with her beauty placed to one side...she's been kind to her. She could have had her executed, the obvious thing to do with a woman who has slaughtered a whole bunch of one's soldiers, but instead she'd given her clothes and food and a bed and words of appreciation. The promise of a purpose. The latter of which being something she's longed for so desperately, for such a very long time.
She pulls back only to draw breath, eyes a hot glitter in the dimness of the room as she looks down into Lenore's face. Her cheeks are as flushed as the vampire's, her heart a hammer against her ribs, yet still she holds her own weight, keeps just a fractional space between their bodies. This is the closest she's ever been to anyone, the sheer possibility both thrilling and frightening. Gideon swallows, thickly. Tries to steady herself, so that she'll sound like she knows what she's doing.
"Tell me what you like," her voice is a heated whisper, not as confident as she'd intended. Earnest though, with the dim light coruscating from the D-ring of her collar like a punctuation mark.
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She pulls back only to draw breath, eyes a hot glitter in the dimness of the room as she looks down into Lenore's face. Her cheeks are as flushed as the vampire's, her heart a hammer against her ribs, yet still she holds her own weight, keeps just a fractional space between their bodies. This is the closest she's ever been to anyone, the sheer possibility both thrilling and frightening. Gideon swallows, thickly. Tries to steady herself, so that she'll sound like she knows what she's doing.
"Tell me what you like," her voice is a heated whisper, not as confident as she'd intended. Earnest though, with the dim light coruscating from the D-ring of her collar like a punctuation mark.