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Nita awoke to sunlight streaming in her window, filling her room with a golden silence that was disturbed only by the barely audible twittering of birds from outside her window. She sighed with contentment but didn't open her eyes yet. She loved these moments, when the leftover effects of a good dream stayed with her until she opened her eyes and reality came flooding back. For long moments she just lay there, basking in the glow of mid morning sun.
What had she been dreaming about? It had been a good dream, but she couldn't quite remember it. Whenever she concentrated too hard the traces of it that still clung to her consciousness slipped away. She relaxed and let her thoughts wander, but reality was back in full force. Nita sighed, opened her eyes, and immediately wished she hadn't. There was a dark head of hair next to her on her pillow, and it suddenly became clear to her that her dream hadn't been a dream at all.
Meanwhile, Dairine was having her own problems. By the time she and Roshaun had gotten back to the palace last night, they'd both been dead tired and it was much too late for Dairine to head home, so she'd crashed on his couch. It had seemed like a good idea at the time, but in hindsight Dairine realized that her father was going to be furious. It didn't matter that it was summer vacation, it didn't matter that nothing had happened between her and Roshaun, in her father's eyes she was still a dumb little kid who'd somehow managed to miss her curfew by an entire twelve hours.
Shit, Dairine thought, and then said it out loud for emphasis. "Shit."
"Good morning to you too," drawled a deep voice from the door of the bathroom. Dairine spun around to see Roshaun wearing nothing more than a golden towel wrapped rather carelessly around his waist. Dairine blushed and tried very hard not to stare: Roshaun's resemblance to an anime character was even more striking when he lacked a shirt. Dairine blushed even more and tried to think of something, anything else, and only succeeded in realizing that she was wearing very short shorts, an undersized tank top, and no bra. Muttering something incomprehensible, she stomped off to the shower, leaving an amused Roshaun behind her.
Kit stirred. He opened his eyes, blinked blearily at Nita, and his face assembled itself into a cross between an understanding smile and an i-just-got-lucky grin. Together, the two were rather grotesque, and Nita wanted none of it. She had already showered and dressed, and was now perched on the edge of her own bed with a decidedly unpleasant expression on her face. Kit recognized that look, and he had no wish to be on the receiving end of it. He opened his mouth to speak, but Nita got there first.
"What the hell were we thinking?"
"Well. Um. I suppose we were thinking it was time to take our relationship to the next level?" Kit rasped.
"Don't get cute with me!" Nita growled. "I'm barely fifteen! You're younger! This was supposed to be years down the line." Her eyes filled with tears as she ranted at him, and Kit felt like crap as usual for making her cry.
"Nita, baby. Come here," He said softly, and she relented at last, putting her head on his bare shoulder and sobbing harder than she ever had in her life. He rocked her back and forth and murmured, "Shh, it's gonna be okay…"
She twisted away from him, her pretty face slick with tears. "How do you know that? How you know it's gonna be okay?"
Kit paused. "Well, I don't really," He admitted, and her face crumpled in on itself again. "We'll work it out, though, " He added hurriedly, "Always do."
"N-not for something like this!" Nita stuttered through her tears. "I-I mean, what are we supposed to tell our parents?"
"Not the truth!"
"Well then!"
Kit clenched his teeth, thinking. "I don't see that we have to tell them anything at all," He said slowly. "I'll just use the good old beam-me-up-scotty spell to get home. If I just transport myself straight to my bedroom, they'll never know – I always sleep late during the summer."
Nita nodded, but Kit could tell she wasn't happy with his solution. He didn't know what else to say, so he turned away and began to awkwardly pull on his clothes. When he was dressed, he turned back to her.
"Listen, Neets," He began, then hesitated, not sure of how to go on, "I…I love you. I never would do anything to hurt you, not in a million years. I know we're young, but we've seen things that most people never get a chance to see in their whole lives. In a way this is happening fast, but somehow it feels right, at least to me. I guess, what I'm trying to say is…I don't regret what happened last night, not unless you do."
Nita stopped staring at her lap and finally looked him in the eye. "Of course I don't," She said softly, and pulled him into a kiss that was long and deep and infinitely sweet. Still dizzy, Kit let go of her at last, gave her a small smile and wave, and vanished on the spot.