Sleep, IDK sleep, it's summertime! Oh... she caught me.

[sugarlips]

[It is the third day without sleep.]

[This is not the first time the Reverend Daughter, Harrowhark Nonagesimus, has gone several days without sleep, but it is the first time she has done so since becoming Harrowhark the First and creating the inseparable feedback loop bond with one Gideon Nav. It's impossible to avoid each other. It's impossible to avoid anyone really, considering the low population on board the spacecraft. Does that stop Harrow from trying? No, it does not.]

[She has sequestered herself in the library after taking a very long very cold bath. The dark circles under her eyes are hidden by her greasepaint- a luxury she has insisted on keeping even though she is technically no longer Ninth. She simply feels immodest without it. The broken blood vessels in her eyes are perfectly clear, though.]

[She is reading standing up, at one of the book holders, with her notebook set out on the corner of it with a little nub for writing with. She sways a little, if she forgets to focus, but surely nobody would notice... right?]

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[sugarlips]

[This is what she gets for saying anything, isn't it? Gideon will feel the nervous heart flutter that always comes when she tries to make Harrow open up or ask for things. Her hand slides down into the collar of Gideon's shirt and digs her nails in.]

Can I go back to the library and finish my book?

[bonebutchblues]

Nice try. But I can wait.

[ She does feel that. And she keeps her touch gentle, encouraging. They have all the time in the universe, and Gideon intends to fully unwind this tangled ball of anxiety and theorems.

Nuzzling will continue until communication improves. ]

[sugarlips]

[The worst thing. The absolutely actual worst thing ever of all the things. Is that Gideon Nav is, actually, more patient than Harrowhark. And both of them know it. She digs the nails in harder, then releases, pressing her small palm to the marks.

Her skin goes goosebumps under the nuzzling and she chews on the inside of her cheek.]

I hate you so much.

[bonebutchblues]

Love you too.

[ Her body cages over Harrow's, one arm bracing the beside her head and the other sliiiiding down her arm to take Harrow's pointy hand. The message is clear: take all the time you need, but you're not getting out of this. ]

[sugarlips]

[It is infuriating how easy it is for Gideon to say that. Infuriating and something else Harrow refuses to name. It makes her stomach swoop and her head feel dizzy for a moment.

She doesn't resist the caging in, or the finger-lacing. So there's that at least. See? She can accept affection! Fussy cav! She sighs and closes her eyes. She has to get to it soon or risk losing more dignity.]

[bonebutchblues]

Hmm, how about some suggestions?

[ Gideon's voice is low and husky in her ear. ]

Would you like me to... hold you down and eat you out til you can't stand? Get the strap, pound you into the mattress until the whole ship can hear you scream? Maybe you just want to feel my hand, maybe you want to feel all of my hand?

[ She listens carefully, both to Harrow's body and the bond, to see what suggestion thrills her the most. Not that she'll let her get away with not asking, of course, but it's good to know. ]

What's it gonna be?

[sugarlips]

P-pervert-

[She has to force the word out from breathless lungs. The suffering ~~and benefits~~ of a horny girlfriend. Her insides absolutely bottom out at the first suggestion, and leave her with a soul-deep shivery feeling that she knows Gideon feels as well, and worse, she feels a tightening, like her body is trying to clamp down around that aforementioned strap. Even the thought of Mercymorn hearing them and giving them shit for it later doesn't lessen the heated feelings.]

Why don't you just start by stripping.

[Grabs the scruff of her shirt and pulls.]

[bonebutchblues]

Better, I’m your pervert.

[ She lets her own hunger flow into the bond like honey, inviting Harrow to come meet her on this level.

She lets her be pushy about the shirt, helping her shuck it off in a smooth motion. Let her have just a little control before Gideon takes her fully apart. ]

[sugarlips]

[huff.] Well that's certainly true.

[More so now than ever. That slightly possessive feeling mingles with the flood of desire coming from Gideon and leaves Harrow dizzy. She gasps from it, struck limp from the sheer force of feeling. Or maybe it's from exhaustion.]

[bonebutchblues]

Too late to do anything about it now.

[ Little by little, she can feel her necromancer unwinding. Good, she thinks, let me give you what you need. Once her shirt is off, she tosses away her bandeau as well, then just griiinds her torso down against Harrow’s to let her feel the precisely controlled bulk of her musculature. This is yours, she thinks, this is all yours. ]

[sugarlips]

Right, and you're so broken up about it.

[As if either of them would change that, at this point. Too codependent and too stubborn. Harrow is cured of her limp disease by topless Gideon, her bony hands sliding over her sides and across her back. Such warm skin, and strong bones underneath. A solid base underneath a very solid solider. Gideon presses the air from Harrow's lungs, but she doesn't mind. What's a little oxygen deprivation between necro and cav?]

[bonebutchblues]

[ There she goes again, ogling Gideon’s bones. Can you blame her? ]

Shh. Don’t distract me. I’m seducing you.

[ She keeps Harrow pinned, letting her breathe but not move. ]

I’m feeling you wanting me.

[sugarlips]

[Don’t kinkshame, Nav, you have no room to speak. Harrow snorts.]

Right yes, I forgot, you need complete silence to perform your complex mating dance, like some ridiculous bird.

[Nervous talking? Never heard of her. She doesn’t stop admiring Gideon’s bones, though, tracing a delicate finger up the cavalier’s spine, sensing the shape and form of each vertibrae. When she reaches the atlus, her finger lifts and she places her whole (little) palm on Gideon’s face.]

Don’t be so smug.

[bonebutchblues]

And you need keep snarking out of fear that you might unclench and enjoy yourself.

[ Sliiiides her middle two fingers into her mouth. ]

But Harrow, you don’t need to. I’ve got you. And you are going to enjoy yourself.

[sugarlips]

[She's about to snark Gideon for that comment, which means her mouth is very conveniently open for the plugging.]

Mmph! Rrrrrr!

[She protests at first, a warning before she's biting down. At the same time, she still catches herself admiring the skeleton she can feel resonating from the contact, the perfect smooth curve of each metacarpal and phalange. On top of that, the taste of warm, clean skin. The familiar texture of Gideon's callouses against her tongue. She's enjoying herself, and she's grumpy about it!]

[bonebutchblues]

[ If she does bite, that's only going to serve to excite Gideon further. And she is not shy about letting Harrow feel that too. ]

Fuck you're so hot. Now shhh. Suck.

[ Gideon strokes her fingers gently against her tongue, coaxing. Her mouth goes back to her ear, nipping and suckling. ]

You've worked hard, you've been a good girl. Now it's time to let me take care of you.

[sugarlips]

[It is very, very hard to stay mad at Gideon when she's beaming horny at Harrow like that. Which is surely the point, but rude of her nonetheless. What she can still manage to feel is a burning shame at her own responses. The indignity of the praise and the coaxing fingers paradoxically thrills her, which makes her embarrassment worse in a feedback loop. She claws catlike at Gideon's bare back as her neck breaks out in goosebumps again. Her shameful surge of excitement spills over to Gideon.

[Harrow closes her eyes against it.]

[bonebutchblues]

[ She can feel the hot shame coloring the excitement. But that's what you get when you fuck a nun. Still, she needs Harrow out of her head and into her body just a little.

Geeeently she stars fucking her fingers in and out of Harrow's mouth. ]

I said suck, sweetheart. Go on. It's alright.

[sugarlips]

[That command moves through her like a rapidly rising tide. There’s a tinge of annoyance- stupid sexy Gideon and her stupid confidence and knowing her so well. One back eye peers open to stare her annoyance. In spite of this, she does roll her tongue, slotting it between fingers as they move. An eager heat coils in her stomach and makes her squirm.]

[bonebutchblues]

That's my girl. Just keep that up. That's all you need to do.

[ Genuine pride and pleasure dances along Gideon's spine to be obeyed by Harrow. She sits up, straddling the other girl easily. Her free hand begins opening Harrow's shirt. ]

Now, let's see those pretty little tits.

[ It's easy to play up the sleaze. Easy and fun. Sometimes a prim and perfect little Reverend Daughter just needs to be defiled by her nasty perverse cavalier, and Gideon Nav is here to oblige. ]

[sugarlips]

[Her eyes squeeze shut for a moment against the swirl of responses. The praise, the possessiveness, the sleaze. Nobody else could come close to getting away with it.

[Her hands fall from Gideon's back as she sits up, and wind up resting against her thighs. She peels her eyes open again to glare ineffectually, pinches one of those thighs in an attempt at protest. Vulgar! Also! Awkward! Gideon knows as well as she does that Harrow's boobs basically fully disappear when she lies down they're so small.

[In spite of herself, she doesn't stop sucking at those fingers, though.]

[bonebutchblues]

Oh? Is that what you want? [ She reaches into Harrow's half open shirt to give her nipple one good sharp pinch right back. ]

[sugarlips]

[A sharp gasp around Gideon's fingers and an arching back. She growls, frustrated and wanting, and glares harder.]

[bonebutchblues]

[ She scoots back just a little so that she's straddling Harrow's thigh, clamping the necromancer's legs together tightly, but her own hand stays right on that nipple, teasing and tweaking. ]

You look so good like this, Nonagesimus. Under me.

[ From her new position, it's easy to bend over and give her one long, salacious lick from navel to neck, all the while still pumping fingers into her mouth. The goal is to overwhelm, to turn her on and on and on with no way to sate the mounting pressure. She wants to make a problem that Harrow has no chance to solve for herself, no way to think herself out of- back her into a corner where her only escape is total surrender to Gideon's care. ]

[sugarlips]

[She doesn't even get a chance to retort at the cocky statement. She's too busy having her legs pressed together and trapped, and everything else. The fucking whole torso lick is the kind of thing she would find horribly embarrassing if she could see it, if she could think, but all Gideon will allow her to have is the sensations. And the overwhelming feeling of being wanted. Bony fingers dig into Gideon's thighs like a grounding lifeline and she whines around Gideon's fingers.]