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Miho's room is, indeed, much more personal than the last time Mary Anne saw it. It's still stark and white - white walls, white sheets and comforter on the low futon - but now there's also a deep pile rug (also white, of course), on the blonde floorboards, and an enormous and extremely comfortable (white) leather bean bag sofa with a coffee table in front of it.

A book-case at one end of the bean bag has an eclectic collection of books, graphic novels and movies, and there's a small (digital) sound system next to the television. A few half-finished projects are lying on a neat desk. In other words, she looks like she's moved in, not as if she expects to leave at any moment.

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The little samurai laughs, and leans up to catch the underside of Mary Anne's neck between her teeth, the tender place where a wild animal would go for the kill. MIho doesn't want to kill Mary Anne, of couse. that would be a little counter-productive. She does want to bite down, teeth sharp, mouth hot, still chuckling against satiny skin.

So she does.

A soft hiss at the feel of teeth, but Mary Anne makes no protest.

Instead, she stretches a little against Miho, and if her thigh should happen to slide between the other girl's legs, it's purely accidental.

Maybe.

It is, of course, possible that it was an accident. Of course, we'll make no pretense that Miho doesn't intend to close her teeth down until skin breaks, or to twist, rocking her hips upwards.

Of course, now she has a slight dilemma. Mary Anne is still wearing her jeans, and Miho does not have her hands free.

What's a girl to do?

It's a strange tableux--Mary Anne on top but pinned by hands and teeth. Still, something's gotta give.

Mary Anne shifts her leg again to aid in the decision making process.

Well, now. A less. . . dirty-minded person might say that was cheating. Miho, however, thinks that all's fair in. . . well. Sex, really.

So, she makes a noise that can only be said to be a growl, and in one fluid movement flips them over, and slips down Mary Anne, pausing to flick the button on her jeans before yanking them off. The finest executor of the table-cloth trick ain't got nothin' on her.

She stands at the side of the bed for a moment, grinning.

"Much better."

Mary Anne can only blink and wonder where her pants have gone.

"That would be true if you weren't all the way over there..."

With simply acres of bed in between--woe.

It is a situation that must be remedied with all due haste. Miho slithers back onto the bed, and into Mary Anne's arms.

"Where were we?"

"Something like...this."

A quick twist brings them back into their earlier position, only now Mary Anne's hands are free. Free, for example, to retrieve the knife from beneath the pillow.

She taps the point once in the hollow of Miho's throat. "I'd recommend keeping still."

Well, now. That's not quite the same, is it? Still, Miho is certainly not complaining.

She is keeping very stll, dark eyes wide, lips slightly parted.

"Yes, mistress."

She's joking. Mostly.

She can't help laughing softly.

"No need to be so formal, sweet."

She ducks her head and kisses Miho, the knife resting against her throat.

Miho giggles a little into her mouth, and kisses her back, carefully. Her hands rest on Mary Anne's hips lightly, before slipping to trace light lines across her back. Short nails can still be sharp, althouhg she's not pressing down. Wouldn't want to make her twitch, after all.

Her hands are steady, always have been. The nails just make her grin. Personally, she's more worried about Miho twitching.

She runs her free hand down Miho's side fingers tracing over her hip. This is much more comfortable now that her pants aren't in the way. She should thank Miho for getting rid of them.

Miho's body control is perfect. She's barely even breathing. Her nails do dig a little harder, though, drawing red lines. After all, she's given fair warning.

Perhaps Mary Anne can think of a good way to say thank you?

Perhaps she can.

She shifts her weight off of Miho, but keeps the knife where it is.

"Keep--"

Kiss.

"--still."

Bite.

And the hand on her hip slides over and down.

She doesn't close her eyes, but keeps her gaze on Mary Anne - but she doesn't move, either.

Her breath does hiss a little between her teeth, but that, and the darkening, even further of her eyes, are the only indications that she feels anything. Quite a challenge to get her to move, really. Especially when she's been told not to.

Especially when she has such a lovely deterrent resting her throat. The pressure of the knife eases, however.

The pressure elsewhere does not.

Let's see just how still she can be.

Still.

Very still.

Until the breath catches in the back of her throat and her eyes flutter.

"Cruel."

It's gasped. But she still hasn't moved.

She grins.

"Only because I care."

She draws the knife away and rests her head on Miho's shoulder, lips brushing her ear.

"You can move, you know. I won't mind."

This may even be true.

She doesn't really move, but she does relax, slightly, and tilts her head to the side. Her eyes catch Mary Annes for a moment, before slipping closed.

"Love you."

She smiles, though Miho can't see it; maybe she can feel the curve of lips against her shoulder.

"Love you too, sweet."

She smiles too, before her breath catches and her head tips back. One hand curls into Mary Anne's hair, the other tangles into the sheet.

"Don't stop."

She nips at the skin beneath Miho's ear.

"Not going to."

"Thank--"

broken by a gasp

"--you."

Her back is arched, now, almost inhumanly far, tendons standing out. The muscles of her legs and belly are taut, corded, and she turns her head that last fraction, pressing her lips to Mary Anne's forehead.

One last gasp, that's almost a cry, before she collapses, suddenly like a doll with it's strings cut. Both hands relax, one lying limp, the other making the smallest of movements to cup the back of Mary Anne's head.

Still again. Shaking, only slightly.

She wraps her arms around Miho, mouthing a tender string of kisses up her throat and along her jaw.

"Shhh. You're welcome."

"Hmm." Humming contentedly, Miho turns sideways into her arms, wrapping around her and trailing lazy patterns up her back and sides.

"Just let me get my breath back."