[ Their chemistry would get a reaction – good, then bad, now back to good. They sacrificed many things in the game of chess that kept the world spinning as much as it could. Hana didn't want to look at him with bitterness. Even when she first bunnyhopped down to him on that rooftop – she braved her feelings, noting the reasons why he still made her heart beat faster and faster.

Now, she feels it nearly leaping past her throat. That was all because of him, though. His precise and careful way he talks to her makes her smirk – wincing as if trying to judge his dialect. ]

Good thing you don't fail me where it counts.

[ Whether she was being perverted or charitable, Hana drags her fingers away from his length by the time he steps out and fetches something... hm. Useful? Water was not really her forte – so she just assumed things would be... fast. Quick. And yes, messy. This makes her scrunch her nose up at him as she tries to hold back a laugh. ]

Always prepared, ahh? If you're worried about slickness... [ She'll be quick to grab the bottle, wagging it at him as if scolding him gently. Her free hand grabs his, fingers dancing against the back of his hand and guiding him lower, here he can feel a different kind of wet between her legs. ] I'm sure the more the merrier then.

[ It's been a while for Hana too. Her own toys, her own fingers keeping her company and she gets it – there's... an unspoken realism there. That they have to face want, desires, and practicality. ]

I just know we usually used this kind of stuff for – [ Her face flushes a deep red, clear to piece together for what. ] – Don't know how long your water will stay hot either way so... Hurry up and kiss me again, yeah?