She bit down on her own lip hard to quell her protest when he accommodated himself inside her. It was a shocking sensation, because she was still bewildered to allow it, but it would have been silly to deny that the hot surge brought her closer to her own shuddering peak. Rei’s heartbeat sped as the water shut off and Nahoya became dangerous. It would have been wise to pull away. Kit had had his fun and Rei was adult enough to see the perilousness of continuing. It was a selfishness that should have been abhorrent to her. But Rei pressed her hips still, insistent and now urgent, tight around him until she was shaking and gave him the basest form of flattery. She was panting against his hand over her lips, eyes tight shut, and her fingers scratched hard over the countertop.<br/><br/>Rei glared when he was patronizing, as if she was so crass that she might wail his name when he freed her voice. Of course she knew to be quiet. It wasn’t a secret she wanted, but it was a secret she needed to keep. He was unceremonious about leaving her, and it struck her as a shade humiliating. How could she have indulged him twice and been so eager, when there was no tenderness in him? Nahoya worshiped her in their aftermath, like they’d done something valuable and sacred. She felt Kitato was treating her like a commodity, and it was baffling to her where he’d have acquired the gall.<br/><br/>It was shameful that Kit spoke to Nahoya so calmly through it all. That he’d given his brother the name he’d stolen from her tongue was worse. She was still on the counter, breathing erratically through the recovery, when she heard Naho call her name. She was reaching to pull her panties up, straightening the thin cloth and also tugging at her shorts. A deep breath, to still her voice. “I’ll be up in a minute. Kit’s been goofing around, but we’re finishing up the dishes now.” Rei called back to him brightly. It made her sick to say it as if everything was so carefree.<br/><br/>She slid off the counter and onto her feet, pulling Naho’s shirt back over her head and straightening the collar. Kit could be infuriating. “I don’t have to perform. He deserves to be happy.  I want to make him happy.” She snapped, picking at her strands to make sure her hair was still settled in an acceptable fashion. There was no reason to be disheveled in the wake of a simple house chore. “Good night.” Rei said. Even if he hadn’t said he’d finish up, she’d have expected it. It was the least he could do for carrying on that way. Like she’d had no part or will in it.<br/><br/>Her steps were stubborn on the stairs, and she shut the door to her bedroom a little louder than necessary. Cocky boy. She stayed facing the door for a few moments before she turned to Naho. It wasn’t fair to bring emotions that didn’t belong to him into this room. “It’s been a long day, hasn’t it?” she said, softer voice and a small sigh. When she went over to him, she was a gentler woman because she had to be. She kissed his cheek. She hadn’t lied to Kitato. She did want to make Nahoya happy. The underlying distance in their relationship had been the quiet cool of a relationship that had never burned brightly, but it said nothing of her earnest affection for the man. If anything, Kit had made it painfully apparent that she’d not been available to Naho. It wasn’t right for her to act on guilt, but, perhaps it was something that she had the mind to try and act at all. It hadn't been a conscious effort on her part for some time. “I missed you.” She said, climbing into her side of the bed.