Iku was many, many things without her eyes working at full capacity.  Blind to the feelings of others was not one of them.  She could sense the displeasure, and it bothered her.  It bothered her just as much as her wounds did.  It only took her that few seconds to not only not turn around, but also to come to a decision.  Ume would return with the worn toy and the lube, only to have the latter plucked from her hands and tossed aside (carefully enough to land it outside of the pool, though).<br/><br/>She leaned forward to kiss Ume on the lips, but did not commit to using her tongue.  She stared into Ume's eyes from a few inches away, trying to measure her very soul.  On her face was an odd blend of sorrow and eagerness, a frown that did not quite reach the eyes.  "Let me please you, first.  Once you finish me, I may be too weak to please you, Ume-sama..."<br/><br/>Oddly, despite her forwardness, she did not move to pleasuring Ume just yet.  Instead, she bowed her head but looked upward toward Ume's face.