And then a small feline head pokes out of Akira's blankets. "Wha?"

"Eeep!" Shiho jumps in shock.

"Aaaaah!" Morgana startles as well.

Akira's heart jumps and she startles as well, though she manages not to cry out.

When she sees Morgana, she facepalms. 

"... I can't believe I totally forgot Morgana was here." She sighs. "Uh, hi. Sorry, this one's on me."

Morgana shivers for a moment, then stands and stretches. "Hi Akira, Hi Shiho. I'm clearly interrupting. I'll go for a walk, try to be back in time for the meeting."

The leap down to the floor and start padding toward the stairs.

"Yeah, um, thanks." Akira blushes and looks away.

Shiho blushes and looks down, then after a moment bursts into giggles.

Akira breaks out into giggles too, and leans against Shiho a little. "Whoops," she manages. "But, well, no harm done, right?" She rubs the back of her head, still a little flushed.

"No harm done." She giggles and shakes her head. "S-so, where were we?"

"About here, I think..."

Akira leans in and kisses Shiho again, and tries a small nip of her lower lip.

Shiho gasps just a bit at the nip, blushing brighter, and returns the kiss.

Akira kisses back, her heart still thudding fast. 

Her heart's in her throat right now, but... It's less than she's had with Julie. Julie would say to go for it, so...

Akira breaks the kiss, pulls Shiho into a firm hug, and presses her lips to Shiho's shoulder. 

Shiho lets out a shaky, shuddery breath, tilting her head to the side to expose more of her shoulder and neck. She kisses along Akira's cheek and jaw.

Akira kisses, kisses, kisses, drawing closer and closer to Shiho's neck until she's kissing in the crook of her collar. Her breath races. It feels like falling, like trust, like... joy. 

She can taste Shiho's skin, feel her hot breath... 

Her mind flashes back involuntarily to when she did this with Julie, and where it went afterwards... 

The thought is pushed aside. Shiho is more important. 

She bites the crook of Shiho's neck very gently.

A soft whimper escapes her lips. She shivers limply against Akira for a moment, then arches against her and runs her hands down her back.

Something goes click in Akira's brain. 

Bite harder.

She digs her fingers into Shiho's hair, and bites harder.

Shiho gasps and stifles a moan, melting into Akira's embrace — then suddenly she flinches backward a moment after the moan.

Akira freezes, and pulls back. Shit, she wasn't thinking, she totally got carried away —

"Are you okay?" she asks softly.

Shiho curls in on herself, pulling her knees up to her chest and rocking slightly, but also leaning a bit toward Akira.

"I—I liked that," she whispers, shocked. "You bit me and I liked that what does that say about me."

Akira flushes deeply —

But a moment later the cold logic comes crashing back in. 

"I don't know," Akira says. "I... I enjoyed biting you. What does that say about me?"

"I—you—no it's not that—does that mean I was asking for it?"

She shivers hard and curls herself tighter.

"Fuck no." Akira's voice is hard. "There's no such thing. You didn't — that's not —" She takes a breath. "You absolutely did not deserve that in any way, shape or form. This doesn't change that at all."

A few tears roll down her cheeks and she scoots closer to Akira, still curled as small as she can.

"But if if I like pain why do I get to complain?", she whispers desperately.

Akira throws her mind back to the conversation of this morning...

" — Kamoshida didn't just hurt you, he harmed you. You — suffered, it doesn't matter why, it still matters that you — didn't want it. I — when Kamoshida carressed my cheek in the palace, there was a part of me that enjoyed it, but that didn't make it not a violation." 

Akira draws Shiho gently against her. "It matters that you get to say no. Kamoshida never gave you the chance to, and wouldn't have respected it if you had. You get to say that kind of hurt was bad, was harm, was wrong. That's your right."