[ the intensity of the kiss just makes her eager, moaning into it. then she makes a muffled, sharp noise and reflexively tries to pull back a little as the knife slices her shirt open and draws a line of welling dark blood diagonally across her stomach—

though, with her shirt hanging open, it’s just one more cut to add to the mess of scars scattered across her very muscular torso. and after the initial shock, she presses down harder against Glory’s thigh between her legs, her hand weaving into her hair. ]