It was...<em>sort of</em>a horny thing.  To be fair to the young Tennin, her mind was so shot through with hormones at this point that she might have considered having sex with a chair, if a chair was capable of satisfying a young woman in the way so desired (and hopefully in a manner that did not leave lasting injury).  But, yes...to a degree, it was also that Ichiro was Ichiro, and while she might have denied it, there had been an impression left on Aika by the norms-flaunting street racer.<br/><br/>He was a lot of things she was not allowed to be - he dyed his hair blonde and wore loud shirts, she was the traditional Japanese black and save for her outfit here in the city (which one might suspect was her rebelling against her elders while they were not around), had worn largely 'appropriate' clothing.  While it was hardly the magical relationship-maker it was in the movies, opposites attracting was something that existed for a reason...<br/><br/>As such, she found herself walking through the cars that had cleared the heats and were in line for the final race - only this third heat between then and now.  When he grabbed her hand, she barely resisted him as he pulled her along to his car.  Aika could feel that need growing, and she knew<em>what else</em>would be growing very shortly.  The door to the backseat opened, and soon they were both in the car, the door closing forcefully, leaving them alone together.  "Oh yes,<em>I am</em>," Aika answered his question.  She sounded<em>horny</em>, there was no other word to describe it.<br/><br/>"And you're going to give me something, too..."  One gloved hand reached down to his pants, and with thumb and index finger, she grasped the little brass tag near the top of his pants...and<em>pulled</em>, the sound of his zipper coming down reaching both of them.  "Come on, show it to me..."