Rei was proud of herself, or considered being proud of herself, saying things that felt caring and responsible. If she’d taken a moment to look beyond herself, she’d have realized that she was simply stoking the fire. But Rei had not taken the time to reflect. She had not seen the discontent in his sullen before, and failed to recognize it now. There was a sense that it must be a willful blindness, but it was blindness all the same.<br/><br/>When he drew near, taller than her and imposing at this proximity, she looked more surprised than she had any right to. A step back pressed her against the countertop, but did little to remove her from Kitato’s nearness. “Kit,” she started, a warning tone that meant nothing now. She watched him crouch, a wary rabbit with her eye on the fox, but her stillness did nothing to protect her when she had always been in his sights. Kitato’s fingertips on her legs made her jump, eyes squeezing shut like she’d just stepped into frigid water.<br/><br/>Rei could feel his stare, even without meeting his gaze. It made her reticent to open her eyes, fingers curling on the edge of the countertop like she needed it for balance. She felt her ignoble heart flutter and cursed herself for the reflex. She was immediately privy to all the crimes Kitato was dreaming. The slow slide of fabric down her legs as he tugged the hugging elastic down from her small waist felt more pronounced than it ought to have, and she searched for distraction in the sound of water through the house pipes. It was comforting, but only for the relief that Nahoya would not see how awful a woman his Rei must have been.<br/><br/>Her eyes snapped open as he lifted her. “What do you mean, continue? I thought—” she lost the reminder in the fabric of Nahoya’s t-shirt and blinked guiltily at Kit when he’d settled it around her shoulders. Smooth, pale skin that made the blush of her stiff pink buds seem like cries for attention. Lewd girl. She felt her cheeks burn, and turned her face away from him. As if this new exposure were any more intimate than their classroom had been? Ridiculous, but she felt it in the coiling trepidation that settled in the low of her belly.<br/><br/>She did not help him when he went to pull her panties down, like it was an act of stubbornness. When he tugged them past her knees, Rei seemed to work up a little more gall. “Stop it, Kitato, you’re being absurd.” She hissed. Little kitten with her useless needle claws. Like her refusal to see him these last years hadn’t been an insult magnitudes greater. When he brought her palm to his eager swell, she even had the audacity to jerk her hand away. It would have been convincing hadn’t her fingers curled as if to try his girth through the fabric of his pants, first. She still refused to look at him, and now pushed herself toward the edge of the counter like she could push him out of the way and make an escape. It was a little ridiculous with her decency around her ankles and worn like an accessory draped over her arms.<br/><br/>The effect was not what she had told herself she wanted, though the little hitch in her breath suggested she might have guessed it anyway. Her chest against his when he was unmoved, panties dangling off one foot as she straddled his hips. A breath would have been enough for her to taste his kiss again; when she turned her face so their eyes finally met, they were close enough that her hair teased his cheekbones as the strands flew. “You’re misbehaving.” She tried, and, even to her, it sounded like the worst sort of invitation. What an awful play at resistance she offered. Worst still, if either of them had bothered to acknowledge the betrayal of her own sex, which was warm with the recollection of his seed spilt between her thighs.<br/><br/>She had been woken as much as he. It didn’t matter if her heart refused to understand it. The anticipating ache and slick that seemed so immediately beckoned by Kit’s insistence was all the honesty Rei really needed.