Rei looked up at him when he came into the shower, realizing much too late that Kit had come into the room and had all the calculated intention predators are blessed with. She gave him the sort of expression he must have been looking for, and realized that too late as well. Wide eyes with shimmering drops of water caught between her lashes, parted lips, and confused hands thinking to cover her naked body--as if he hadn't known it so intimately already. In the clouds of steam they were two ephemeral bodies, caught in an immediate and stifling magnetism. "Ki--" she began, only to have his fingers steal the rest of his name. She flushed, jerking her face away, and refused to look at him. Surely, she would have found herself marveling if she had allowed it. Rei couldn't bear to let herself be taken so easily by him. Hadn't she just come to the conclusion that she'd be valiant with the new day?<br/><br/>"You shouldn't be in here," she hissed, low, and did meet his gaze then. Her stare was worried when it should have been furious. In either incarnation, her cheeks were flushed a deeper pink. As if the little flavors of shame wouldn't dull the edge of whatever she hoped to serve him. She hadn't meant to do it, really, but she caught her glance straying. How insolent, that he would invite himself into this private space and give himself the right to anticipation on top of it. Her stare jerked back up quickly to find his face again. "Get out," she breathed, soft and urgent. How loathsome that it sounded like a request rather than a command.<br/><br/>He had terrible excuses, but went about what he wished regardless. It was insulting that he thought he'd put the issue to rest so easily. Rei grit her teeth, ready to demand his departure again. "Kitato..." she began, only to stop when he bent to tend to her skin. How dare he look back at her with such an expression. She wore her shock too plainly, and then pressed her palms o her cheeks and squeezed her eyes shut like that would amend and whisk her away. He was always playing the games he liked. Whatever her preferred, without regard to anyone else. It did not change the way she shivered under his gentle washing and felt her skin warm with a heat unbidden by the water. It was regrettable when the first, unintended whimper passed her lips. Anything she'd dream to argue would be a ridiculous sort of coy after, wouldn't it?<br/><br/>"Please, this is wrong." Rei said, and it was weak to her own ears as she reached to touch his cheek. She might as well have told him she could not deny him, could not resist if he persisted, but that kind of honesty was so garishly unnecessary it would have been ridiculous to say and horrible to admit in words. If he hadn't realized as much on her desk, he'd certainly not have had this kind of confidence now, right? She jerked away suddenly, Nahoya's passage through the door not so quiet as Kit's and her nerves already jumping on end. When she looked back at Kit, it was with terrified, wide-eyed dread.<i>Please.</i>She mouthed it silently, a plea that he'd be kind to her lover and his loving brother. There was no hope of sending him out now, but she had little faith in being cornered with the ghost of Naho's fiercer youth.