She hums low in her throat, lips still hovering near the other girl's ear.
"Now the question is what to do with it," she murmurs.
There's the momentary press of cold steel to the back of Miho's neck, before Mary Anne trails the tip of the blade along her spine--just enough pressure to make it's presence known, but not to snag the fabric of the robe.
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Date: 2006-10-03 10:34 pm (UTC)"Now the question is what to do with it," she murmurs.
There's the momentary press of cold steel to the back of Miho's neck, before Mary Anne trails the tip of the blade along her spine--just enough pressure to make it's presence known, but not to snag the fabric of the robe.
"Any suggestions?"