He'd caught her, cold colors on the stone that made the streaming waters into drops, but they were exotic now, in the air-worn heat and then blanket of a boiling fog. A dream of his design. She played her old self, and he lashed the persona she tried to wear, first with his interrupting finger, and then simply by drinking her in. She was only serving to underline their adventure by refusing it. He was hovering near because her futility was so sweet. When she looked at him his head tilted as though her protests were foreign to him, mystifying. He was pelted with the water as though the fall was trying to protect her, but ended up helping him become more of what he was to her. Reddening sister-in-law, who he blamed for this as much as she surely did him. He didn't mind their new paradigm.<br/><br/>And the more he pushed, the closer he came, the more honest her responses were, while her words tried to lie. "But this shower has better pressure." he explained, jesting confused. When she tried to hide between her hands instead of pushing them against him as an unwilling woman would, she made him snicker. It all conjured more blood in him, too, but he didn't blush, but rather grew. Her whimper had him at a perfectly filled state. Did she know how her sounds affected him? He'd always been voracious. Tasting her once only meant he had to have more. She touched him and he let the towel drown by itself, by their feet. He thought they might have some honesty between them, more than her urgent, confessing hips could supply toward the end of something burning and lucid, but then she jolted back into doe-like horror.<br/><br/>Kitato grinned, again a menace when she'd almost turned him into a conventional lover, or at least made him hungry for that pretend. He nestled her further into the corner and started to kiss her neck softly, his length stabbing at her stomach, crushing and murdering beads of shower-water she had there.<br/><br/>Nahoya laughed at the milky mirror. "Are you steaming yourself? Should I make my soy sauce?" he asked as he looked around for something to aid him while Kitato took her wrist and guided her to the thick spear he'd hunted and killed her propriety with. Maybe there was something silent in here that wasn't Naho's search for cloth, and it was telling her that there could be a deal that ended with Kit's silence if it started with her moving grip. Naho settled on a piece of toilet paper to wipe the silver plain, and Kit wouldn't stop until he had her deliberate handshake, perhaps she'd know to add a second set of fingers, too.<br/><br/>"Should I ask him to leave us alone?" he whispered. The question lived on her lobe while it died everywhere else. Thank you rain.<br/><br/>"I have to thank you for taking care of Kit, darling." Naho said as he pulled out the razor. He was prolific with it. "Don't you think his attitude is better? I think things between you two are good too, aren't they?" he asked, strong, to overpower the hot rays his brother and his beloved were sharing.<br/><br/>Kit had his hands on the walls to further fence her in. He sighed with pleasure in her ear. "You should answer him." he suggested. "So he doesn't look for you in here. He worries."