Bankotsu just smiled and looked at her in the peaceful state she was in. He placed her back in her room to sleep, this time staying in the room. He did anything he could to stay in there, occupied: he cleaned up the room, he cleaned up the bathroom, he looked at some of her artworks, he looked at her vehicle blueprints (and decided to ask if he could show them to Renkotsu later), and watched tv. He immediately ran to the bed when he heard a noise from her. She opened her glazed eyes and looked up at him. She didn't smile, but that was okay.

"Hi," he said, sitting by the bed.

"Hello," she said, sitting up.

"How are you?"

"I'm fine, thanks."

"Do you need anything? Coffee, tea, water, fruit...?"

"I would enjoy a fruit salad with some tea." she said with a smile. He immediately jumped up to get it.

"I'll go get it! Keep smiling!" he said as he ran out of the room. She just laughed a little and changed the channel on the tv.

Twenty minutes later, he came back with a tray with a fruit salad and a sweet tea on it. Evy gradually took it, thanked him, and began tearing it down like she hadn't eaten in weeks. He just sat there, sweat-dropping.

"You know, you've been acting weird," he said, looming over her.

Her eyes widened as she leaned further onto her bed, evading him. "How?"

"Every time you sense that I want to be with you, you start getting shy, or, freaking out, or even getting angry." She looked down, then sat up, hugging her self defenselessly.

"I'm... I don't know why I do that."

"Can you think of anything that might be the problem?" he asked, sitting on the bed, beside her. She shifted uncomfortably.

"Sometimes," she started, whimpering a bit, "Sometimes I feel forgotten."

"Evy..." Her eyes filled with water, but he couldn't see. She still had her eyes down. Then, she noticed his hand slide up her bare thigh. She tried to continue.

"I'm lonely too..." She took a small, quiet intake of breath when she felt his hand slide up her skirt as well. She was about to panic when she felt warm lips on her neck.

"W-What are you doing?" she asked, pulling away and accidentally falling on her back, leaving him by her legs. He looked at her longingly.

"Just relax," was all he said. He climbed onto the bed with her, her scooting back away from him. He stopped her, pulling her thighs, and he started kissing on her neck, then her shoulders. She tried to slide away, but he caught her hips and help her in place. She moaned, but she wanted him to stop. She didn't know what was going on, what had gotten into him.

She remembered that she wore a button-down shirt again today. She also remembered that he would try to tear it completely off. She was surprised when instead, he quickly unbuttoned the shirt, trailing kisses down the skin of her torso. It felt good, but she still had to stop him.

"I-" she started, but then he stopped her.

"It's okay... everything's okay, you're with me now." His fingers grabbed the underwear she wore, tearing them completely off with barely any effort. She yelped, and he did not stop what he was doing.

She thought of no other option than to push him off and scramble away. He looked at her, but it was The Look. The Look told her one frightening fact every time it was on his face: We're doing this, whether you like it or not.

She began to get scared. She was already on the edge of the bed, the scrambling she did knocked pillows onto the floor by the bed. She looked at him as if pleading for him not to do what his mind ordered him to. He paid no mind.

When he came toward her, she screamed and scrambled back, instead falling off the bed and onto the pillows. There wasn't a loud thud, so he knew she was okay and that he didn't have to postpone anything (A/N: I'd feel sorry for her, had I not been in a situation similar to this one- and I'm still a virgin! Yay!).

He looked over the edge of the bed, and saw her fearfully looking up at him.

He got off the bed and walked hurriedly over to where she was, and she tried to back away when he was in sight, but there was nowhere to go with a night stand behind her, a bed to her right, and a wall to her left.

"No!" she screamed, but it was too late. He pounced on her, mercilessly pounding inside her.

On the other side of the bed, all you could see on the other side was Evy's leg high in the air and his hand holding it up. Her leg moved back and forth rapidly, matching the motion between them. All you could hear was Evy's submissive cries, starting to beg him to keep going.

He finished, well, they finished, a few hours later. The two of them were on that same floor, sweating and hot, and, though I shouldn't say it, funky.

Evy was under him, shirt open and skirt still flown up, panting and sweating like she just ran three miles under a Hawaiian sun. Homeboy, on the other hand, was sweating more than her, she'd torn his shirt off, and he smelled of sex and Evy. He laid on top of her right now, and she laid almost limply under him. Using basically all of his remaining energy, he sat up on his arms, looking down at the beauty under him. She wasn't looking at him, still with her eyes blissfully closed. He bent down and kissed her lightly, then sat up again. She stopped panting a little, looking up at him with hazy eyes. He smiled down on her a bit, not even noticing that his hair had come loose and some hung over his shoulder. She smiled one of those giggle-smiles, placing her wet hand on his bear shoulders.

"We should bathe..." he said tiredly, kissing her again.

"... together..." she whispered, giggling.

Suddenly, he got a stroke of adrenaline through him. He and Evy never bathed together, and ever since he took a bath with Chiavanti, he dreamed of bathing with Evy.

All of a sudden, he jumped up, Evy giggling. He smiled, picking her up in his arms. He immediately walked- no- ran to the bathroom, kicking the door open and closing it again. From that bathroom, all you could hear was Evy giggling, water running and a guy's voice saying things like "take it off". That is until...

"Ahh!" Evy screamed, then, now inside the bathroom, she sat on the massage table covering her face with her hands. She screamed when she saw that he tried to take his pants off, not wanting to see anything there.

He walked over to her, sitting by her.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, hugging her.

"W-When I said t-together I forgot that I'd s-s-see your-" She cut off, but he knew exactly what she was worried about.

"Evy, you can't just cover your eyes all the time. We're married, and as a married couple, we, as lovers also, should show each other ourselves, our true selves. We surrender ourselves completely to each other."

"But... I'm scared..."

"Of what? I don't mean anything, Evy, but you shouldn't be afraid if you've felt it inside you before." Evy let out an "eep", as if seriously scared.

"The thing is... I'm just a younger girl than you... still 16... and you, being 18 now... it would be a bit of a shock for me to see a man's..."

"I understand you're shy... but it should stop by now," he said, sounding serious. "You weren't exactly shy when you showed me what's between your legs the other night." She gasped and looked at him, blushing ten shades of red. "Also, you never stopped me from taking off that bra, did you?" She looked away, holding her face, then nodded. "Well, why shouldn't I share too?"

"... Okay..." She closed her eyes when he stood up, walking over to the bathtub and continuing to undress. She went over behind a wall and did the same, slipping on a silk robe. When she finished, something unexpected happened.