Rei sometimes liked to think she'd  been destined to be a teacher. She closed her eyes like a long-suffering saint, the way one might before her unruly children, and it was a delightful sort of ruse when she was being so amenable to her most rebellious student's demands. There was, of course, the flush of the steam laid in pretty pinks on her cheeks and the way her lips parted to draw a little harder at the wet air. Those were not the sorts of expressions teachers should wear. As Naho pointed out without an ounce of malicious intent, it really didn't matter what she thought.<br/><br/>She was more what Kit wanted to make her than anything she'd devised herself. If she'd recognized that, it might have made her angry. Kitato was adept at distraction though, he'd proven that much too many times already. Now, as he lifted her, she had to grit her teeth so as not to make a revealing sound. Her eyes flew open to stare at him in some legitimate bewilderment. Really, here, now, like this? Was it not enough to have her hands on him as payment for his ostensible patience? The woman shook her head tartly, lips curling into a firm scowl. It was not refusal. Just disapproval. And her treacherous little gash did not agree. It was slick for him, inviting when her expression argued against it, and she had no means of adequately denying conspiracy when she let her legs wrap around him for security.  He lowered her onto him and she winced. It was for Nahoya's exclamation and not her own.<br/><br/>Her heart beat faster. Fear, for a moment, of being caught. Naho said she oughtn't worry, and she swallowed down the reality that she had not. Her worries were wholly selfish, and they, in turn, were unmanageable in their new form. Kit had given them context, adrenaline sliding some lost aphrodisiac back against her lips. He was wrong to take her like this. There was a psychology to it, he ought to know. Rei could have explained it if she weren't being buried in it herself. His tongue, hot on her wet throat, made her shudder. She did not have to imagine what kind of man Kit would be if he found a woman like her. Rei thought it would have been a more salient question to consider the kind of woman she was now that Kit had so directly ferreted her out. Her hips knew well enough, and it seemed that Rei had kept neatly onto some of her youthful athleticism in the ways Naho had grown soft. This was not news, though, and she was not novel. Kit had already buried himself in all her truths on top her desk. Somehow, the growing familiarity between them simply made it more vulgar and made her more slick for his taking. It was so hard to believe Kitato should feel remorse when she could not find it herself.<br/><br/>She gave him some encouragement, warm contraction along his length, that made Naho's confessions a bizarrely perverse soundtrack to their clandestine union. Rei had nothing to say to either brother then, matching Kit's pace while she gave him an acutely guilty expression. Still, guilt said nothing of repentance and Rei had yet to reach it. How could she, really, when she was being made to feel this way now? It was asking to forget, and Kit was not allowing it anymore than Rei was asking for it. Who had that determined woman been, this morning in the bedroom? Her head fell back, hair sticking to the damp tile wall, and her tongue gasping until he smothered her. It wasn't fair to let Naho reminisce while she gave in to this, but Rei was losing quickly to the complacency of believing she had no control. Kit spoke to her like it was judgement, and fucked her as hard, and it made her want to sob and writhe and give him all the same in return.<br/><br/>It was a dreadful epiphany when she climaxed to the sound of Naho's adoration and the hard honesty of Kit's demands. She swallowed air, blinking rapidly as she held fast to her unkind lover, her sex paying him all the remarkable compliments his ego might hope for.<br/><br/>Rei scrambled to be free,  the moment she thought she'd not collapsed if she found her own footing, taking with her Kit's careless spill. She felt some of it slathering her slit, daring to tease her thighs, and was hasty to wash it off herself. If Kit thought to interfere with her abrupt retreat, she would swat him away, finding her misplaced aggravation in the wake of her own release. It was so easy to be self righteous when she'd already indulged her worst sin. Deep breaths before she turned off the water, twisting to face Kit with a furiously warning stare.<i>Stay and stay hidden.</i>Rei was bold when she had no right. To flee from him now was to admit she'd been capable all along. It did not help when she finally found her voice to answer Naho. "I love you too. There's nothing to to apologize for either... I liked it." How wicked that she could say it evenly, and tilt her syllables towards something maidenly and shy, and stare Kitato in the eye while she did it all. Perhaps she thought he deserved it, for her self-imposed humiliation. Like it was fair to be curt for having been pleasured. Or, maybe she'd not been answering Nahoya at all?<br/><br/>Rei slipped out of the shower, keeping the curtain as closed as she was able, and ensuring it was well shut after she stepped free. Usually, she'd ask Naho to pass her a towel. It was not her standard to parade past him in the nude. Still, she could not risk Nahoya stepping any closer to the shower with Kit hidden within. Rei passed him at the sink, heading for the stack of fresh towels in the corner, and kissed his clean cheek with a small smile.