Eve Rocks a Sword. (Patreon)

Eve wasn't thrilled at seeing her girlfriend play with Blood Edge. Not that Eve is possessive of her possessions. She loves to share as you'll find out someday. It's just that Blood Edge is not a training instrument, but a very dangerous piece: the blade sharpened almost down to the molecular level. Fortunately, Faith is trained enough in her own right to handle such a weapon with respect. Faith prefers a more blunt instrument of Eve's anyway: one she suspects her of having at least.

      Eve's concerns are swept aside upon hearing Faith's proposition. Faith got so turned on the last time she saw Eve perform. That was the first time they made out. Eve is equally ar0used having seen Faith's graceful Katas: red sneakers nowhere to be seen and beautiful soles in full view. Faith would have it no other way, especially if she's being witnessed by one she's seeking to impress.

    Weapon in hand, Eve stills her mind and finds the kind of poise Olympians tap into before breaking into an elegant expression of poetry in motion. Her practicing has yielded many dividends and she dances and whirls nimbly around the room. Faith is determined to not be outdone and finds a brilliant way to distract and one-up Eve.