Whoa!

[Who could have predicted this?

Her legs swing free, but only for a moment. Her grip on his shoulders is formidable, and where Fukawa may flounder Syo displays expert finesse.

Rather than drop loose she snaps her legs around his waist, an iron grip to hoist her high. As for those scissors?]

My, my, [Her eyes rake over the budding drip of red, then lock onto his own. A honeyed brown, sugary sweet like the rest of him.] It's been ages since my scissors have tasted fresh blood! Were you sent to tempt me? Is this a cosmic test of my hard earned virtue?

[There's a cackle, fairy tale wicked, a slight shift in her hips on his middle. Can he hear the pound of her heart? The thrumming song of her love? It always came so quick to her, she's forgotten how fast she could fall.

Then again, it's not every day she meets someone so damn pretty.]

I promised I'd quit, but baby, you're making it so hard!

[And she rips the blades free, one swift slip over his palm and back to the cool kiss of midnight air.]