Kyouko stepped closer, adjusting the hem of her dress slightly as she leaned down beside Haruki, who was still sitting up on the futon.
She cupped his cheek gently with her hand and whispered, "Now go wash your face… and brush your teeth."
Her voice carried that calm, loving tone he'd grown addicted to.
"Stay for breakfast if my father tells you to… okay?"
"Mm…" Haruki nodded, his gaze never leaving her.
Then, without warning, his hand slipped up, grazing the soft fabric over her chest, fingers gently cupping her breast.
Kyouko gasped softly, her hand pressing over his.
"Haruki…" she whispered, eyes darting to the door, just in case.
But there was no anger in her voice.
Only a quiet thrill.
He leaned forward, burying his face in her stomach briefly, kissing through the dress.
"So… today?" he murmured, still not letting go.
Kyouko's fingers threaded into his hair for a moment. She leaned down to his ear, her breath warm.
"I'll try to find a way… to come to your house."
