(Disclaimer: I don't own P.T. Put the children away and prepare a pillow to muffle your squees, Fakir is gonna have some fun!)
Fakir placed his arms on both sides of Ahiru, pinning her to the side of the tub, "Would you like me to teach you?" He asked, a look of lust in his eyes.
Ahiru nodded her head, unsure of what events would happen next, but she loved Fakir, she understood that sex was when two people loved each other. A word popped into her head at that moment, "Temptation." Fakir rubbed his wet, and slightly slimy feeling finger across her lips and went in to kiss her, but it wasn't a normal kiss at all. It was deeper, more passionate than usual, with a taste of Fakir in it. Ahiru wondered what he did, in fact, tasted like, so she licked her lips. The taste burned her tongue with a strange sensation, Fakir smiled. "That was just a kiss, there's more to this lesson than meets the eye." He said, picking her up and setting her on his bed. He peeked out the door at Charon who was still sleeping, it still occured to him that it was a miracle he was asleep. Fakir walked back to the bed, where Ahiru was, covering herself up with his blanket and shivering, "I'll make you warmer." He said, crawling on the bed and leaning over her. Ahiru pulled back the sheets, "Will this hurt?" She asked, shivering still, "Maybe, maybe not. I haven't done this before." He said in a soft voice, "But I'll try to make it not hurt." She looked at him with a deep stare, then Fakir hugged her tightly. Immediately, Ahiru fell back and cringed, she curled her toes tightly and gasped for air like she just came up from drowning, again. Fakir kissed her to advert the pain, but tears still formed. It feels as good as much as it hurts.