Dresser, shower, kitchen table, floor. All of it would be agreeable to Gideon's mind. He was all for having Amelia on every square inch of their place, but he wasn't going to tell her that. He'd rather take his chances and take the locations as they happened. There was no way he would make a list of places and cross them off. Gideon wasn't crazy enough to do that. And he was happy to not be bothered by contemplation of it as he moved with Amelia, glad of the fact that she helpfully wrapped her right leg around his body. He could hold her left in its current position until they both finished, but he couldn't do the right and support himself over her at the same time.
Having a flexible, yoga-doing girlfriend was definitely to Gideon's liking. It wasn't at all why he was into her, but it was definitely a bonus for things like this. Gideon was the kind of man who liked doing different positions. Missionary was fine. He wasn't anti-traditional. He just liked different stuff sometimes, and with Amelia's flexibility, he could have fun with some different options. Gideon grunted when he felt Amelia's teeth on his chest and drove into her more forcefully. He could feel himself getting close, and he thrust hard and fast. She might be a bit bruised in the morning, but Gideon figured it was worth it.
As soon as he felt her tighten around his length, it was over. Gideon groaned a second time as he finished and moved inside her until he was completely spent. Releasing her leg, Gideon bent down to kiss her lips, not quite ready to let them both catch their breaths. His free hand pushed some strands of hair away from her face and he kissed her again before he finally pulled away and rolled onto his back next to her.