Her withdrawing action may be automatic, but there is an enormous gaping need that he alone can only fill, even if for a transient moment.
Rin briskly stands, and takes no notice of the way his eyes are flickering across her body and raking in every inch of her very revealing nightdress.
"I won't need it," she whispers, and she tilts her head to kiss him.
His response is abysmally minimal, as if he did not anticipate her sudden change in reaction.
But eventually, he responds with gradual zeal.
His kisses are discomfiting, intense and highly aggressive. Yet Rin matches him with equal vigour.
At the forefront of her mind is the insatiable need for desire. Her hand slides blindly down the centre of his cloak and undos every button, until she can finally run her hands against him without hindrance.
She relishes in the physical comfort, and tunes her mind into feeling everything from Tobi's heartbeat to the very solid length of his arousal.
Her propinquity is an alluring stimulant to his responses. Impatiently, he gathers her nightdress and hitches it on either side of her waist so that the softness of her middle is pressing and sliding against his hardness. The partial groan that escapes him is muffled against her lips, but the rest translates into the painful grip that is digging into her waist.
Rin does not react to such affliction. The intensive surge of pleasure is a formidable barrier to the pain.
And without breaking their kiss, Tobi sits her on the writing desk so that they are levelled with each other. When he stands between her, she automatically entwines her legs around him. The soft sighs that escapes her does little to quell the intensity of his kiss, but it disperses his hands in other directions.
When they break, his lips move to her neck and lingers on a sensitive spot that makes her whimper every time he presses against it at different angles.
But his left hand is where she feels the radiating heat of his skin. Perhaps it is the one where he can sense connection, but he favours it, and he uses it to explore her most untouched parts.
The multitude of sensations that simultaneously react is something she is yet to comprehend. And as his mouth move towards the delicate area of her collarbone, his fingers brush the voluptuous curves of her breast and vehemently encloses it within his palm.
Then he eagerly watches her expression as he peruses her body, shaping and reshaping the soft and sensuous fullness of her right breast. Perhaps it is the material sliding against her skin or the very hardened peak that chafes against the surface of his palm, but by gracious, what an incredible feeling.
"Do you like that?" he whispers, and he presses her nipple between his thumb and index finger.
In response, she bites her lip and fights back the ferocious feelings of pleasure.
Tobi stares at her in bemusement, as if he is unsure. But then he moves his hand to her shoulder and slides the nightdress from her.
He breaks the uncertainty in her gaze with a slow, delicate kiss before encircling the softness of warm flesh in his hand. The resulting action is a fiery response of a deepened kiss that ends at the hardened peak of her breast. And he takes it ravishingly between his mouth whilst his tongue makes light even strokes against that sweet sensitive spot.
Her sighs and gasps are intermittent. His repeating action on her other side is a fuel for the climatic indulgence that is building somewhere in her middle.
And when he withdraws, his hand reposes ever so lightly on her inner thigh. For a fleeting moment, his expression insinuates lust and something that looks disconcertingly like menace. But the austere expression vanishes and is replaced by a soften look of tenderness.
Eventually, the hand on her right thigh moves - light, gentle strokes up and down before it passes beneath her nightdress.
"W-What are you doing?" she breathes.
"Showing you what you've been missing out on," he answers softly.
He leans down and gives her another drugging kiss.
When her body automatically slackens, Tobi withdraws and takes the advantage to slide his hand into her undergarment. His fingers run the length of her inviting warmth. It slides through the soft curls and gently strokes the surrounding folds of sensitive skin in an enticing rhythm.
"I-" she starts.
And she bites her lower lip in an attempt to assimilate the unfamiliar sensation.
She has never been touched there before, let alone so…intimately.
Then, the inexplicable surge of pleasure intensifies, and she is restlessly shifting in agitation.
At her response, Tobi whispers in contentment.
"So wet."
What…what…did he just say?
Instantly, she grips his arm when his finger finds its way into her. The feeling is strange yet exhilarating, but she cannot fully fathom the anomalous sensation.
Her body is unusually stiff and it is only when Tobi turns to her that she kind of slackens under his intrusive stare.
"Oh."
The barely audible word escapes when he next fills her with two fingers. Tobi is testing the waters, she knows, and when her body adapts to the alien feeling of satisfaction, his astuteness is increasingly apparent.
At the next move, his thumb reaches the sensitive peak. She feels the manipulation of delicate skin and the way his fingers move in and out of her.
In the last few seconds, she lets out a long gratifying sigh of release. The feeling is remarkably foreign, and as it dissipates, a newly accrued sensation of need overwhelms.
Wearily, she glances at Tobi, who is still gazing at her with a brigade of unidentifiable emotions.
Instinctively, her hand reaches for his and she pulls him close, until she is kissing him like there was no hesitation between their intimacy.
When he breaks to embrace her, his eyes linger ever so briefly on her shoulder. She tracks his watch to the very faint black-grey lines that are receding into her skin.
But she does not let him contemplate. This time, her kisses are filled with more potency and passion. Her hands run the length of his torso, until she brushes his hardness and he is stifling a groan of satisfaction. As she proceeds, Tobi suddenly grips her wrists and breaks the intimacy.
"No," he breathes, "I won't be able to stop if we continue."
"Then don't stop," she whispers lightly, and her mouth collides with his again.
Their kiss is deep and feverish. The insurmountable emotions that are exchanged between them is perhaps something that cannot be elucidated. Yet despite being in the midst of such heated intimacy, Tobi manages to summon the willpower and pull away.
"What…"
"I can't," he says brokenly.
"Why? I want to make you feel good too."
"No. I overstayed."
Rin scowls.
"Don't start this," she says coldly.
"You need to rest-"
"No! You will not do this to me again!" she cries angrily.
Even with the small amount of light that shines through the bedroom window, she can see his very forced composure.
"I'm sorry," he whispers.
He turns from her.
"Was this a mistake to you?" She asks waveringly.
He does not answer, so she lets the brief silence sit before speaking.
"Why are you doing this?"
He does not immediately speak, but when he does, it is full of bitter discontentment.
"I can't do this to you."
"Why? Please tell me!"
"I don't think it matters, as long as you maintain your dignity," he answers vaguely.
Dignity? What dignity? She lost it to him a long time ago.
"What on earth are you talking about?" she asks incredulously.
"Why do you walk away every single time we're-" she cuts herself off, perhaps confused and uncertain as to how he may react to her feelings, "Why do you walk away?" she continues wearily.
"You think it's easy for me to walk away?" he answers coldly.
His expression darkens in agonising resentment.
"Is that your reasoning for the way you used to behave around me? You couldn't walk away and so your hostility towards me was the only way to stop yourself?"
Does that mean he battled against desire by using hostility?
"Yes," he answers forcibly.
"Then why, why don't you just keep up the hostile act and stay away from me? I'd probably give up trying!"
"No, it's not like I didn't want to, it's because I couldn't."
"I don't understand-"
"Dammit! Do you realise how hard it was for me to force my hostility onto you? How do you think I felt doing something like that just so I could stay away from you-"
He cuts himself off. There is a mixture of anger, frustration and resentment that etches his face as he runs a hand through his hair in exasperation.
For a fleeting moment, she gets the strange impression he knows something.
In truth, his mysteriousness amplifies ten folds and she feels the more she gets to know him, the less she knows about him.
"Why would you want to stay away when we both share the same feelings?" she asks.
He flinches uneasily, as if she is asking the one thing he is reluctant to answer.
When he does not respond, she slides her arms around his waist and rests against his back.
"Please don't make me do this, I've already hurt you enough," he says quietly.
You're going to hurt me even more if you leave, what don't you understand?
She pulls him around to face her.
"You don't understand do you?" she asks softly.
"I do and I regret what I did but that won't change how I made you feel," he answers bitterly.
"I know you want this too. Why are you running away from something that we both know will help us survive through this reality?" she whispers.
Tobi's expression transitions between uncertainty and scepticism, as if he is contemplating his next course of action.
Eventually, his searching gaze turns wistful, so Rin leans in and presses her lips to his.
But Tobi is volatile and unreadable. Unexpectedly, he withdraws from her.
"I'm sorry, Rin," he mumbles.
"Don't do this to me," she says frantically.
"I can't hurt you-"
"You're hurting me if you walk away!"
Perhaps it is the devastation in her tone, but Tobi turns from her, as if the comment frightens him.
When she covers the distance between them, he automatically backs away until he hits the wall.
And she knows it is not her that he is afraid of, but something else he is refusing to disclose.
"I can't," he says shakily.
Then, he pushes her aside and turns for the door.
"Wait, where are you going?" she breathes tearfully.
"I need to leave."
The fury sweeps through and drowns the hurt and agony that plagues her mind.
"Don't! Not after what you've done," she says angrily, and she grips his arm with more force than necessary.
But he wrenches from her and reaches for the exit.
He ignores her despairing grief, the stark anger and the words she spoke that so palpably made him wince in discomfort.
"That's right! Do what you do best, walk away!" she cries to his disappearing outline.
This time she does not subdue the emotions, the thoughts or the tears. Her body drops to the ground in discontentment.
She was so sure, so confident that he would stay, but this is Tobi and one thing is for certain, he really knows how to break her.