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]

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.