Miho doesn't lean into the blade running up her back, but she doesn't pull away either. Her breath hisses between her teeth, and her eyes flutter closed for a moment.
When the feel of laces on the knife changes to skin, she slows, but doesn't stop. The blade moves now with exaggerated care, but it is still pressed into the blonde. A thin line of blood follows it's path now, and when there are no more laces left, Miho continues the line up to the girl's hairline, before pulling the knife away. She pulls herself away as well, and the corset which had been held up only by their bodies pressing together slips onto the bed.
The hand not holding the knife traces the girl's spine, and returns, fingertips glistening red. One fingertip paints the blonde's lower lip, pressing gently.
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Date: 2006-04-19 02:16 am (UTC)When the feel of laces on the knife changes to skin, she slows, but doesn't stop. The blade moves now with exaggerated care, but it is still pressed into the blonde. A thin line of blood follows it's path now, and when there are no more laces left, Miho continues the line up to the girl's hairline, before pulling the knife away. She pulls herself away as well, and the corset which had been held up only by their bodies pressing together slips onto the bed.
The hand not holding the knife traces the girl's spine, and returns, fingertips glistening red. One fingertip paints the blonde's lower lip, pressing gently.