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]

[Let go is a tall order for Harrowhark, and normally she would remind Gideon of this. Normally, though, she's not having her cunt relentlessly sucked on. She groans out a strangled swear or two, trying to hold off out of spite.

Gideon knows her body too well, though, and soon enough there are stars exploding behind her eyelids and her whole body is lit up with oxytocin. Her thighs squeeze in tight around Gideon's ears.]

[bonebutchblues]

[ Gideon carries her though it, touch on her thigh now gentle and encouraging. She’s persistent with her mouth, trying to draw the orgasm out as long as she can. ]

[sugarlips]

[Carry her through it she does. The waves of it seem to go on and on and Harrow is limp spaghetti by the time her body settles, gulping air. Her paint is an absolute mess.]

[bonebutchblues]

Beautiful. So good for me. Such a good girl.

[ Gideon kisses at her inner thighs and brings her back down to the bed. She’s ready for a round 2 if Harrow needs it, but she has a suspicion she might be done. ]

How you feeling, champ?

[sugarlips]

[Groans and grumbles, but allows herself to be ragdolled. After a few deep breaths she makes her legs move, wrapping around Gideon and squeezing, pulling her down if she can.]

I will get you back for this.

[She hisses through a blush. Stop praising her, God!!!!!]

[bonebutchblues]

[ She goes down with the tug, which then makes it convenient to wrap around Harrow like a big beefy blanket. ]

Maybe so, sweetheart, but first you’re getting a good night’s sleep.

[sugarlips]

[Weighted Gideon blanket... Good. Uneven sex... not good.]

I will... fucking... destroy you...

[bonebutchblues]

I’m terrified. Really I am.

[ Kisses her forehead. ]

Think you can let me go long enough to grab a washcloth or two?

[sugarlips]

[Thinks about it real hard. Then opens up like a starfish.]

Fine.

[bonebutchblues]

Back before you can say, “Gideon is an unparalleled sex God,” though you can still try saying that if you want to.

[ She pops off to their en suit bathroom, and there is the sound of water running. ]

[sugarlips]

[She is not comparing you to God and she is not thinking about God right now eww.]

[bonebutchblues]

[ NOT THAT GOD, FUCK

she comes back with two washcloths and a bottle of the mineral oil that takes off the grease paint. First, though, she kneels down by Harrow’s legs with the washcloth that just has warm water. ]

May I?

[sugarlips]

[Ugh this is even more embarrassing than the sex. She sighs and closes her eyes, trying to muster some sort of authoritative tone.]

Well, you asked so nicely.

[bonebutchblues]

[ Suffer for your sleep sins, bitch. Gideon gently, gently opens up her legs then begins cleaning her off with soft strokes. ]

[sugarlips]

[Her life is SO HARD. She fights the urge to squirm, her face twitching a little. She's fuckin sensitive after that, okay.]

[bonebutchblues]

[ There is no funny business, just getting the job done. She puts wash rag one down, and picks up the other one and the mineral oil. ]

OK. Paint time.

[sugarlips]

[That paint is probably a Goddamn mess. Harrow nods, slowly lifting herself up into a sitting position.]

[bonebutchblues]

[ Someone cleaned herself up in the bathroom like a cheater.

Gideon comes and kneels next to her, their faces are very close as she dabs first at Harrow’s mouth. ]

[sugarlips]

[Harrow's lips part slightly after the first good swipe leaves them mostly cleaned. There's greasepaint in her mouth, from the aggressive kissing and Gideon's fingers, but she can scrub that out later.

[Her eyelids lower, unwilling to look Gideon in the eyes from such close range, but her fingers reach out to rest against the cavalier's knee.]

[bonebutchblues]

[ That’s fine. For once there is no snark or smug commentary. She just carries out the intimate task silently and thoroughly. ]

[sugarlips]

[Her heart feels all stammery in her chest. The tenderness of Gideon's work only makes it worse. Her skin feels, well, oily, but cleansed of the paint and that makes her feel naked. When she feels mostly cleansed, she chances a glance at Gideon's face.]

[bonebutchblues]

[ Gideon looks… content. Not smug, exactly, though she is satisfied with the job she’s done. But it’s quieter, softer. When Harrow’s clean to her liking, she rubs her cheek a little to absorb the oil. ]

You did so well. How are you feeling?

[sugarlips]

[No, not the praise, it burns! She squirms, but doesn't look unhappy.]

I didn't do anything, [She snarks, but it's gentler than usual, less bite to it. She hums thoughtfully, lifting a finger to wipe oil from her lips. She glances at Gideon's mouth a moment before leaning in for a kiss. Kissing easier than words.]

[bonebutchblues]

You trusted m-

[ Oh. Kissing. Kissing works. ]

[sugarlips]

[She did, she does. She trusts Gideon so much it scares her. All of that melts into the kiss, and Harrow scoots forward until she can lean her weight against her.]