Sacrament of the Divine | Archive of Our Own

“Now, with both of her palms pressed flat against Gideon’s rib cage, with Gideon’s hands tangled in her hair and her mouth peppering kisses down the semilunar line of Gideon’s abdomen, Harrow could see Gideon so clearly it was like staring into the sun.”

Vaguely post-canon griddlehark. Harrow thinks too much. Gideon is having a great time.

Rated M; 18+