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]

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.]

[bonebutchblues]

[ Gideon feels the rush that the lick sends through her and gives a low chuckle, just to let her know how utterly seen she is. Let her know that she can't hide anything now. ]

That's right, princess. I've got you. I know what you need. And I'm going to ruin that proper chaste nun disguise you fool everyone else with.

[ She keeps at it, her free hand roaming to stroke and fondle at any part of Harrow that seems fun. For a moment, she even lets the hand rest on her throat, squeezing gently. Not enough to impede breathing at all, but just to let her feel her position. Just to feel her reaction through the bond.

But she never lets up on Harrow's clamped legs, and her touch never strays bellow the tops of Harrow's trousers.

And she keeps keeping up with that- keeps toying with her body and murmuring filthy, possessive things, until Harrow can't take it anymore. ]

[sugarlips]

[That low chuckle makes something tremble in her stomach, just like it always does. Her teeth close down on Gideon's fingers slightly as her whole body tenses. Her fingers dig tighter into thighs, dragging very blunt nails down with the arch of her back when Gideon does something particularly affecting.

[Eventually each possessive phrase makes her clit twitch, and her thighs tighten and try to squirm under her cavalier's bulk. She sucks harder at the invading fingers, tipping her chin up to scrape her bottom teeth against them.]

[bonebutchblues]

Good. Just like that. That's my good girl.

[ She can feel as Harrow starts to squirm- but she doesn't have mercy just then. Just a little longer, just until Harrow is getting is getting desperate. There's a bit more licking, and quite a bit more kissing.

Finally, her fingers still, but she keeps the tips in Harrow's mouth, pressing against her tongue. ]

Ready to ask nicely?

[sugarlips]

[Is Harrow truly capable of asking Gideon Nav nicely for anything? Ask yourself this. She asks it of herself, as fingers teeter on the edge of letting her have her mouth back. Her dumb traitor brain feels all glowy from the praise and the kissing.

[A part of her still wants to be stubborn. Defiant. Prickly. But she wants. She wants so powerfully it thrums through her like a resonant note. She nods, very slightly.]

[bonebutchblues]

[ Finally, Gideon lets her fingers leave Harrow's mouth, though not without a soft brush of her lips with her own wet fingertips. Then she sits up and waits, expectantly. When she looks down at Harrow, it's a look of pure warmth- after all the frantic attention, it's a quiet invitation to put down her prickles and her defiance. ]

[sugarlips]

[After all the filthy commentary, the tender look on Gideon's face takes Harrow by surprise. Her already flushed cheeks feel even warmer just looking at it, and she has to keep glancing away to keep her courage. One hand slides higher up the cavalier's thigh until she can hook fingertips into her waistband. A gentle, imploring tug.]

Come back down here and kiss me.

[It's not a command tone. It's a desperate request.]

[bonebutchblues]

[ Well, it's not begging, yet. But it's a step in the right direction. Her clean hand strokes the side of Harrow's face. ]

Anything you want.

[ She bends down and kisses her very thoroughly. ]

[sugarlips]

[Oh yes. The sound she makes into that kiss is obscene and she will deny she ever made it.

[Meanwhile her hands float inward to undo the fly on Gideon's trousers. Hopefully that's allowed.]

[bonebutchblues]

[ It is not, and Harrow's hands are going to be stretched above her head in short order. ]

Ask, Sweetness.

[sugarlips]

[Having her hands pinned activates that sudden heart race all over again. The rise and fall of her chest is so obviously rushed it's embarrassing. She does gain some courage from the sight of her paint smeared all around Gideon's mouth. Like she was able to claim her back, a little bit.]

May I?

[There is the tiniest hint of snark in there. Oops.]