Jade West hates a lot of things. Children. Cold coffee. Ducks, man she hates ducks. Asymmetrical haircuts. Old people. Scented candles. The colours yellow, hot pink and beige. Refrigerator magnets. Flies. Stickers. The smell of vanilla. Wrapping paper, et cetera, et cetera. Jade could go on for hours if she'd like.

It fascinated her how many things the human mind could remember, store and then abolish, how narrow-minded her own soul actually was. Among the endless list of things Jade West hates - she doesn't like the word list either, she prefers collection - there are some exceptions. Just two or three. Like coffee and silence and skeletons. Tori Vega is one of those exceptions. And the sole reason for that is because she is Jade's girlfriend.

How fate ever decided to turn the tides for them was still a mystery, but Tori and Jade were happier than they'd ever been before. Sure, there were the dents and bumps in the road here and there, but over all, they did pretty well.

Jade West is many things - manipulator, freeloader, professional sadist - but she isn't a liar, so when she found out that Tori wears bras that hook in the front, there was no way around it. Things were about to go down. Bras that hook in the front are the spawn of hell - or at least, that's what Jade always thought. She hated bras in the first place, and now some wazz who aspired to be more convenient had added that stupid hook on the front, not to only make it look weird as hell, but also to cause pain to numerous people.

Yes, those bras were certainly in the top ten of things that Jade hated. And honestly, it took a lot to score somewhere in the top ten. Therefore she had been surprised when she found one lying around in Tori's room this morning. Not that she had been snooping around- hell no. Jade would never dare to.

Jade was planning to confront Tori with this matter as quick as possible. Tori, being her girlfriend, should know that she does not like this sort of lingerie. She'd spent a lot of time teaching her girlfriend the fine touches of her hatred and that would not get away before it had repaid every single minute invested in it.

So she had sneaked into the shower and replaced Tori's regular bra with the hook-in-the-front one. Soon Jade would remind Tori again with the horrible fact that those bras were definitely a no-go, despite how much she would dislike it. According to Jade, hatred is not something to be fooled with.

The black-haired girl sighs as she's laying on Tori's bed. Tori's and her hands are weaved together, bronze skin flowing over in a sleek pale.

"What's up, babe?" Tori asks and she rolls over on her side, her slender fingers brushing away the thick black curls that obscure Jade's face.

"Nothing. I'm just, you know, content. Happy."

Tori smiles her radiant smile, pearly with teeth all perfectly lined up, and moves in to nuzzle Jade's neck. Her arms slowly wrap around the taller girl's body, enveloping her like two tanned snakes until she is breathing in Jade's scent, the tip of her nose touching Jade's skin, "I'm glad to hear that."

Jade hums in accordance, her chest rumbling. She inhales deeply and then her hands find their way around Tori's skinny body, resting on the small of her back. Her eyes drift down to look at her girlfriend and her heart makes a little somersault when she sees that Tori's eyes are closed, eyebrows hunched in complete surrender. Jade's fingers draw lazy circles over Tori's back, creasing and rippling her shirt just slightly.

"Hmm, you feel tense, Tori," Jade says with a purr, hiding her mischievous smirk behind her hair, "Would you like a massage?"

"You read my mind."

Jade flips Tori over with ease even though the brunette was lying on her with her full weight - then again, she didn't weigh much. Straddling Tori, legs on either side of her slender, curved waist, Jade's expert hands pull her girlfriend's t-shirt over her head, making a waterfall of brown locks fan out over her bare back. Tossing the shirt aside, Jade rubs her fingers together to get the blood flowing - Tori didn't really like cold hands.

The air escapes from Tori's lungs in a soft whistle when Jade's hands land on her back and start to move along the lines of her spine and shoulder blades. Tori's muscles are rigid and Jade can tell that she's been tense all day because her body only now finally relaxes as smooth hands work at it.

"I didn't even know I was this tense."

Jade nods but then realizes Tori can't see her, "Yeah, probably muscle aches from doing nothing."

"Jade!"

"What? It's totally true, you haven't done chizz this summer."

The brunette beneath Jade's hips mumbles something incoherent into the blankets, but her tone is agitated. Jade knows - she just likes to mess with her girlfriend. Black curly hair drapes over Tori's bare back, making goose bumps erupt on her skin as they tickle their way up her body. Jade is leaning down, pressing kisses on Tori's shoulder, "Aw, Tori, come on. I'm just messing with you, I haven't done anything either and it feels damn good. It's fine."

Tori murmurs something and their conversation lengthens into small talk as Jade keeps pressing her fingers into Tori's skin.

At one point Jade decides to put her plan in action. She sits upright, looking down at the bra with the hook in the front in disgust. Even though the thing suit Tori fine, Jade didn't like the look of it. It looked so empty and weird without a clasp on the back. It really was the spawn of hell, "Hold on, let me just take your bra off, it's in the way."

"Jade - you do know it has a hook in the front?"

"Really? That's so inconvenient."

As Jade keeps fumbling with the back of the bra, she practically feels Tori frown in confusion. Tori stutters and stammers something a few times, trying to figure out what her girlfriend is trying to get at. She's up on her elbows, shooting quizzical looks at Jade, "Yeah, but - why are you trying to open it from the back?"

"Because that is how bras work, Tori."

"Nope," whistles Tori, smiling, "Not this one. Seriously, just let me open it."

"I know how bras open," Jade counters, her voice shaking with withheld laughter, "I'm almost there."

"But... there isn't clasp there. You're being ridiculous, why won't you just let me unhook my own bra?"

Tori is persistent and Jade can't help but bite down on her lower lip to stifle her laugh, "Seriously. I got this."

Before her girlfriend can bring anything against her final words, Jade pulls out a pair of scissors. Anyone who would be watching would assume she materialized them out of nowhere. She spins them around her finger noiselessly before bringing it down to the back of Tori's bra. For a moment the blades shine in the light.

Jade smirks widely as the scissors smoothly glide through the pink fabric and then snaps the bra in half, leaving a big gap where the two parts were supposed to be connected. It takes Tori a second to realize what happened, "Jade? How did you - you can't open it from there, how the hell did you managed to unhook it?"

"Oh, I didn't unhook it."

"But how did you..." Tori twists her arm behind her back and a bronze hand roams across her skin. Her fingers tentatively reach out to feel her bra and her inhales sharply when she feels that the fabric of her bra is actually cut. She feels the rags and loose threads that hang from the edges and her temper rises, "Seriously? You cut my bra?"

"That could've well happened, yes." Jade simply says, shrugging.

"Jade! Why would you do that?"

" Because I hate bras that hook in the front! You know that."

"Oh yeah? Well, I hate scissors!" Tori exclaims, rolling over and effectively snatching the iron blades from Jade's hand - all in one movement. Her nostrils flare because well, Jade has just ruined her favourite bra and she will not stand for that, "I hate scissors and everything about them!"

Such an outburst would have enraged Jade under normal circumstances but there was a certain apprehensive calmth about her. There's something about the way her eyes twinkle and her lips curl up in a devious smirk, something that's almost scarier than her being angry. Icy green eyes find Tori's brown ones and Jade cocks her head.

"Really? I can't remember you complaining last night." Jade grins.

Tori's angry mask drops and her cheeks grow red fast as she recalls their love-making. Jade watches her eyes glaze over and thinks maybe she's immune to the flashbacks but then they come crashing in. Images and feelings and sounds come rushing back to her, images of Tori's beautiful pale body, of wet kisses and sweat rolling down her forehead, of moans and other instinctual noises and new methods that Jade herself had introduced, owning their name to the scissors she loves so much and wow, she's going completely overboard.

Her thoughts stop as soon as Tori voices her anger again - though it's doused now, "T-that's so irrelevant! That doesn't give you an excuse to just ruin my bra."

Jade shrugs and smirks, eyes dipping down to her girlfriends now exposed chest, "I like you more without any bra on anyways."

Day 1 of Jori Week! The prompt was ''Scissors'', so I hope I did well.
Next one for tomorrow is ''Coffee''. Please leave me a review of some sorts (:

Disclaimer: I do not own Victorious