That's Lady bone goblin to you, Nav.

Harrow has imagined kissing Gideon before. Usually it involves Gideon being more vulnerable. Maybe Harrow standing over her, being prim and in control. Sometimes in the darkest pits of the night she imagines being picked up by those stupid buff arms or bore down on... She'd still rather die than admit that particular fantasy. Gideon's insufferable enough as she is.

Insufferable and her lips are soft and she smells like soap and home. Harrow finds herself lingering, unwilling to break away from the softness that makes her skin feel so tingly. Gideon's hands will find her necro's shoulders broken out into goosebumps. She sighs prettily out of her nose and embraces the blissful thoughtlessness.

Then all at once the spell breaks with the kiss. Their lips make a little sound as they part and hot shame bubbles up in Harrow to replace the pleasant warmth of a moment before. She releases Gideon, clearing her throat awkwardly and reaching for her own set of clothes in the awkward fumbling way of someone trying very hard to not go back for more smooching but very much unable to think of anything else.