Hikari blinks at where the mischievous fox stood before disappearing, only to go slightly wide-eyed at the sensation of his lips on the nape of her neck.  "Hu-amm," she half-whimpers, unable to enunciate properly with the feel of his breath on her and the suddenly very acute sensation of her jean's cold metal zipper touching her otherwise bare sex, and the suddenly very abrasive fabric of her shirt rubbing against her suddenly stiffened nipples so maddeningly, and the sweet sound of Sanro's voice...<em>Huh?  Wait a second...</em><br/><br/>"K-Kimekomi-sensei!" Hikari stammers and squeaks, inadvertently giving her position away when--had she thought about it--she really would have preferred to keep hidden at least until she can collect her underwear, if not don it as well.  Besides, her heart's still thudding in her chest and her face is burning with warmth from her rendesvouz with the mysterious kitsune--<em>Why?!</em>--and it'd probably be better if she calmed down and composed herself before bumping into Sanro and having him see her in such a state and oh god he's right there and--<br/><br/>Hikari's tone changes, immediately becoming somewhat fearful and entirely obedient--almost awed--as she apologizes, "G...  G-Gomen nasai, sensei...  I-I didn't mean to make you chase me..."