After the confirmation of her burning surface, Kit held his backhand to his own cheek. He didn't know why he'd craved the transference of heat like that, but it made him smile. He had revealed himself to be mischievous by nature, but the gesture could have looked affectionate. They were both lying to themselves if they believed they weren't emotionally tethered to each other. Maybe Rei could say she at least was more honest about that than the rambunctious youth, even though her version of it all wasn't serene, either. Part of him was displeased now, because Rei was suffering, but that piece of heart was far separated from the chambers pumping blood as hot as her face.<br/><br/>It was all parts that stirred though, like a resting beast coiling, when she used the wrong name for the right brother. At first there was that beast's impulse to jump at her, Kit always had a bit of that for Rei - it was the center of their current involvement - but she had no malice in her blindness, so it left the momentarily adrenalized predator confused, and he tilted his head to express it. Annoyance bled into opportunity alongside sympathy, when she took the drink. He understood the possibilities of this by the time she was satisfied and turned away.<br/><br/>"Sounds so stressful, dear." like he wasn't the reason for her being strung out over too much activity and emotion. In a way, she was paying a compliment to Kit and his rampant desires by showing how much it had exhausted her now. He stayed seated while she wrapped herself neatly. It seemed his was always the Rei that had temperature issues. He didn't mind that until he was reminded there were other Hers too. Hand on her hip, outlined by the hugging cotton suit. "What is there to be sorry about, if you're sick?" Kit had to press his lips then, his interpretation of Naho's calmer, softer voice sounding a bit like the narration of the fortune out of a fortune cookie.<br/><br/>"Yes." i am staying with you. His eyes flared. The answer had been impossibly dark, because he'd replied out of reflex, and some planning glee. His hand tried to smooth her perception of the sound, somehow, petting carefully and toward her spine, like Naho would. He hung his fingers on her waist as he listened to her retreat to their dynamics when they'd been fair, and sustainable. Naho had been as clueless as Kit about what to do with the little girls coughs, but they'd both fell back on the care they received from their mother. In the end it had been one of the more prolific collaborations between the brothers. When her hand moved it brushed his arm. Kit looked at her hand print on the sheets after she'd offered them to him.<br/><br/>He was committed, merrily. His body fit into her, and it tailored the blanket closer around her, too. It is in boys nature to envelop girls they like to give them heat and comfort. He brushed his face against her damp hair and kissed her neck carefully. Would Naho do that? "What did you do that you need to be punished for?" he asked distantly as he busied himself with becoming comfortable around her.<br/><br/>Nahoya adored Rei's body. He would place an arm on her shoulder during the night, sleeping on his stomach, or try to find her contact somehow, to make sure she was still there. A caring lover and her biggest fan. Naho was true to himself in slumber, moving closer when she turned, and fretting when she did. It was the kind of idiosyncrasies in a partner one could put on paper, and that could stay charming further down the road, because it confirmed affection, while it safeguarded some kind of freedom, even when dreaming.<br/><br/>Kitato was another kind of weight. He caged her, possessive like clothes. The boy did it naturally, of course, because Rei wasn't running anywhere today. It was what drew developing young hearts to him, partially. Intense attention, when you had it, even when he wasn't looking at you, your aura was riddled with his hooks. Kit cuffed her with his arm and wound her with his long leg. With her out of it like this, he allowed himself to play, a little. In secrecy, a coward like wilderness things are, he confessed to loving his sister, after all.<br/><br/>A hand, likely out of nowhere to her fever-marbled mind, kissed all four of its long tips to her forehead and then ran back over her scalp to arrange her hair that way. It wasn't a bad formation for her, and he combed it like this a few times to soothe her if it would. Her blush from higher temperatures and her visible distress added to the unusual lay of her strands made him think to exhaust her some more. With if she caught something serious from his play? Wouldn't that be horrible? Wouldn't that be splendid? Nahoya could provide while Kit stayed at home, keeping her on the brink, always. He laughed to himself and put his nose in that hair, and dragged his tongue through it like a cat. He was trusting a lot to her fever, now.<br/><br/>"You punish yourself too much, Rei." like he wasn't monumental in that pathology, lately. This was not his point. He supposed he should continue the ruse, at least a little. "Be a little kinder to yourself. It'll lighten the burden." Conversationally, maybe you should speak less to me, perhaps throw me out of bed completely, and openly have at Kitato in front of me. Kit stroked her hair back the way she'd wear it, infront of her forehead and courting her cheekbones. His tongue tasted like her and he swallowed slowly as he pulled her tighter into him. Was it normal for Naho to have some appreciation for her already? Kit was a better actor than his firmness, at least. There should be enough sheets between them.<br/><br/>"You're so warm." he whispered with a worried voice in her slightly covered ear as he wrapped his palm around her nose and mouth to press her head back into him. It was an intimate thing, holding her body tight with his climbing extremities, and holding her breath too. He breathed enough for them both in that shell, half-obscured by the hair he'd put back. It was longer than he should, perhaps, and he knotted himself tighter, again that dangerous passion, but he let go in good time, sighing against her neck as he settled to a gentler hold. Naho would not have done that, because he didn't want her the way Kit did.