"Right," says Gideon, her grin slipping into more of a smirk, and she drops her sword to reel Tally in by the hips and press their mouths together again.
But it's—suddenly the joy of it, the marvel of skin on skin, feels guilty, unearned. This shouldn't even be her mouth, these shouldn't be her hands—she shouldn't be here, with Tally. Every touch, every moment enjoyed, is a tiny theft.
She pulls back, brushes her thumb over Tally's chin again in silent apology. It's not her fault. "Great work today," she says, stepping back entirely, and bends to gather up their practice swords. "Same time tomorrow?"
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Date: 2024-03-30 05:15 pm (UTC)But it's—suddenly the joy of it, the marvel of skin on skin, feels guilty, unearned. This shouldn't even be her mouth, these shouldn't be her hands—she shouldn't be here, with Tally. Every touch, every moment enjoyed, is a tiny theft.
She pulls back, brushes her thumb over Tally's chin again in silent apology. It's not her fault. "Great work today," she says, stepping back entirely, and bends to gather up their practice swords. "Same time tomorrow?"