[She's in the middle of multitasking (one hand working on shimmying down his boxers, the other fishing through the purse she'd dropped on the desk chair, hunting for a condom) - but when he hands her the knife, that suddenly has all of her attention. With care that borders on reverence, she slooooooowly slices the knife through the fabric, letting the blade just barely kiss his skin: enough that he'll feel the cold metal against his hipbone, but not nearly enough to sting.]
no subject