Mary Anne's Machete

[twiststheblade]

She opens the door, bowing in a thoroughly exaggerrated fashion.

"After you, my dear."

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[song_tra_bong]

"You are too kind."

She curtseys--no mean feat in jeans and army boots--before stepping inside.

[twiststheblade]

No, indeed. Miho is impressed.

She crosses the room swiftly, pulling out a drawer and removing a bundle of heavy cloth. Returning, she passes it to the other woman.

"What do you think?"

She bites her lip.

[song_tra_bong]

The cloth is peeled slowly back. Mary Anne goes quiet and still. She'd been able to see the machete foreshadowed in the rougher version earlier, but this...

This is a weapon.

She lets the cloth fall to the floor, giving the blade a few practice swings at imaginary targets.

"Oh, this is good."

[twiststheblade]

The lip bite becomes a happy grin, accompanied by appreciative eyes.

"Try not to leave this one buried in someone's face, huh babe?"

Because Miho is not gonna. . oh, who are we kidding. She would totally make Mary Anne another one.

[song_tra_bong]

"To be fair, I was in something of a hurry that time."

Her eyes remain fixated on the blade, so intensely as to be almost out of focus.

"And that one wasn't near as nice."

[twiststheblade]

Miho plops down onto the end of her futon, and unties the laces on her blades.

"I'm glad you like it. I mean, it isn't an art sword, or anything like that, but you'll be able to kill people with it."

And that's the point, really.

[song_tra_bong]

She twirls the blade in a tight circle.

"It's perfect for home."

She lowers the weapon and wanders closer to the futon. "Because it can't be said enough--thanks, lovely."

And she bends to couple the words with a thank-you kiss.

[twiststheblade]

She smiles shyly.

"You're very welcome."

And because thank-yous of all varieties have to be properly appreciated, Miho tips her head and arches her back to receive it.

[song_tra_bong]

The hand not holding the machete slips between her shoulder blades to provide her with leverage.

"Should we take it outside and get a little practice," she asks, lips still brushing Miho's, "or would you rather stay here?"

[twiststheblade]

"Hmm."

Closed eyes flutter open. She smiles, cat's eyes sleepy. Reaches out, takes the machete, and places it carefully on the floor. Then laces her fingers through Mary Anne's free hand, and tugs gently.

"One followed by the other?"

[song_tra_bong]

"I love the way you think," she murmurs, moving to kneel on the futon, straddling Miho's legs.

"'One followed by the other' it is." She uses the hand on Miho's back to lower the other girl gently onto the futon, before following her down.

[twiststheblade]

"Hey." Voice soft and slightly husky, Miho's fingers play with the hair at the back of Mary Anne's neck.

"Back with me yet?"

She drops an affectionate kiss onto the other woman's collarbone.

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne laughs softly, tugging a lock of Miho's hair.

"Never left, sweetness. Just...wandered a bit."

[twiststheblade]

"Heh."

She chuckles softly and pushes her face into Mary Anne's shoulder. Pulls back a little, rests her chin on laced fingers.

"You know, I had ulterior motives for inviting you up here."

[song_tra_bong]

Mary Anne does her best to look shocked.

"Really? You? I'm stunned, really."

She pretends to scowl. "This was all an attempt to rob me of my virtue, wasn't it?"

[twiststheblade]

No! Miho is innocent.

"Actually," kiss, "that was the cherry atop what I'm hoping is a sundae. Wanna help me fuck with Goldy? She's totally too smug at the moment."

(OOC: breaks out this icon set for the pretty. . .)

[song_tra_bong]

A smirk spreads slowly across her face.

"Just so I'm clear on this, is that 'fuck Goldy' or 'fuck with Goldy'?"

[twiststheblade]

Miho grins sharply.

"Oh, I was thinking one," kiss, "followed by the other."

[song_tra_bong]

"Oooh."

"Do--" Kiss. "--tell"