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The morning is slow and easy. Gideon wakes to Harrow wrapped around her body- legs tucked into hers, arm situated right underneath her bulk. Gideon gave mercy to the poor limb, moving over slightly and attempting to not wake her- but Harrow was the worlds lightest sleeper, and the small movement was enough to rouse her. Gideon hummed low when Harrow’s dark, vast eyes opened, and immediately situated on her. Harrow moved to rest her head on Gideon’s chest, the fat of her cheeks smushed against her sternum- the muscle there was, well hard. Harrow seemed comfortable anyways.
They laid, and stared at each other, and listened to the birds from outside the window. Gideon eventually pressed a kiss to those thin, permanently chapped lips- and Harrow rose to meet her touch, carting a hand through the dense orange curls and pulling her a bit closer. Gideon sighed, moving her kisses down to Harrow’s jaw, underneath her ear- the softest part of her earlobe, sucking up the hitched breath Harrow makes with her usual, lopsided smile.
“Morning.” Harrow sighs out, voice still thick with sleep. Gideon mumbles back a morning in reply, continuing her casual assault of kisses. large hands wrapped around Harrow’s waist. Harrow still clung to her- her little hairy tarantula legs entirely unwilling to let her go- but, she relented when gideon explained she simply wanted to change positions.
The dark, terrifying harrowhark allowed herself to be little spooned, Gideon tucking her face into her back, hands tracing the ridges of her spine. Harrow made a small noise, and pressed her lower half into gideon’s- desperate for more touch. Gideon smiled at that. Harrow let out a little huff when one of Gideons thick, lovely legs slid their way in between hers, Harrow was finally satisfied with the amount of contact.
Gideon pressed kisses to her skin, mumbling soft praises into the cotton of her shirt. The most audible was an, “I love you”, and Harrow curled into the affection almost immediately. Gideon just held her, their warmth mixing into what should've been unbearable and sweaty- most of the time but not now. not with the cold of their room.
Harrow let herself be held for a good while, before turning to face her once again. She held her warm, full face, and Gideon smiled again. “I am undone without you.” Harrow muttered, quickly sealing the statement with another chaste kiss. Gideon buzzed, smiling.
“I know. I am too.”