And there's a press and a wriggle and Miho is spread along her, legs neatly entwined with the longer limbs of the woman beneath her. She buries her mouth in the tender shadowed spot beneath her jawline, and closes her eyes, breath coming fast and shallow.

Two heartbeats thunder almost in time, seperated only by thin walls of bone and blood. Miho stretches her arms up, laying them along the blondes, fingers curling over the black steel of the cuffs.