The car was perfectly electric. Growing up, Rei had learned to influence the boys even when she didn't speak. She'd matured to that kind of emotional communication before them, and Kitato had always been affected by that kind of mysticism. Now it didn't sway him as much. He saw the continued aftermath of his advances, and her sullen, because he'd seen her gasping joy, was not so grave. Perhaps he thought it was a toy, too. Giving him this much power, to an already vast confidence, was corrupting. And he wore it well.<br/><br/>Her voice was still the old one, but he knew that it was never forbidding, anymore, it was only her way of inviting him not to listen. If only he'd seen it before. She didn't fight his gathering of her, and the kiss was flawlessly allowing. She smelt wonderful, and the contact was not as urgent as their first, when she'd been given little choice. Gently, so he'd remember her participating mouth, and then more of what she'd responded to on sheets of Catullus. If it should have been kind and reassuring for their ending of something that was still burning in them, it was instead becoming indulgent and lewd.<br/><br/>He'd learned what she'd have, and how she prefer his tongue handle her's to open her mind up to possibilities of his hands, too. They were perfectly matched, likes this. With some roughness, he turned her head so he could kiss her deeper and elicit her compliance. He was being more thorough than before, tending to the slick and her alert, active muscle. He breathed, appreciative, through his nose to warm her cheekbones. Hand on the inside of her thigh, again bullying the skirt up, but not quite returning to the cotton that he'd been beyond, but never taken off. Both sets of fingers dug into her, one holding her hair to keep control and tug when she wanted to turn other ways than he'd allow.<br/><br/>In the end they might as well have been naked, sharing one seat, for how invasive the supposed farewell became. His lips were still parted as he moved back, and wold keep her at a distance with his hand if he'd managed to lull her into some carnal streak again. He was learning Rei, because she wasn't keeping any secrets from him, anymore. A telling, heavy string still made a glistening bridge between their lips, and it was perhaps the most audacious he had seen his older sister.<br/><br/>Kit had that confidence on, again, the real boy. When the string broke, like the sunlight had made a start in it and that in turn had burst to snap the connection, he wiped his chin and watched the thick line lash hers. He shrugged, as though she'd not made him very uncomfortable in his seat, the creases of his pants doing what they could to hide him, and leaned back to put his belt on, giving back her thigh and her hair. As though they were like before, his quiet disinterest and her constant desire to do what she though they should.<br/><br/>"Please, let's go home." he said, feigning fatigue, and looked out the window, palm to his cheek, like they weren't right now back in her classroom, alone. "Maybe Naho made dinner."