46. Lust
What has he done?
He's supposed to have control! He's supposed to be the good older brother, her protector! He's supposed to be able to suppress these unwarranted, wrong feelings.
This can't be happening.
Backing away from her as if she's aflame, Len can't tear his eyes away from her, his sister, as she gently touches her lips and gives him the most bewildered look he's ever seen.
"Len…?" She breathes slowly.
His heart slams into his chest painfully, and his mind replays the last few moments.
He'd come to say goodnight. That's all. She'd opened the door in her lace nightgown (don't stare), and he had wandered in- strike one.
They'd talked, and she'd smiled at him so softly, with such affection, and she looked so beautiful- strike two.
Then his eyes had locked on hers, and they were staring at each other, and his pulse had picked up, and just looking at her like this was too much, far too much for him to handle, he was trying so hard to fight it, but the lock on those emotions burst open-
Strike three.
He'd slammed her up against the wall, earning a frightened gasp from her pretty, full lips.
Terrified cerulean met dark, intense sapphire.
His hands cupped her face, her skin smooth to the touch, her golden hair lightly brushing against his fingertips.
And he kissed her.
Len kissed Rin.
His own vulnerable, beautiful sister.
Her lips melted against his own, and while Len's mind was screaming stop, you idiot!, his body was yelling back keep going! She tasted sweet, oh so sweet, and it was intoxicating, and his entire body was reacting to hers fiercely, and he just wanted to keep kissing her, keep touching her-
Which led to his moment of clarity, and the abrupt end of the forbidden kiss.
"R-Rin, I- I'm sorry-!" He stumbles over the words, taking another step back in disbelief and horror. "I-"
"You kissed me." It's not a question.
Len lets out a strained noise. "Rin-"
He cuts off as she walks to him, her captivating gaze glued to his expression. Slowly, hesitantly, her fingers reach up and brush along the side of his startled face.
"Len…" His name graces her lips.
Then she's kissing him, and his mind is going into overdrive, and it's like she's flipped a non-reversible switch. His mouth moves of its own accord, and his hands slip down to her waist, pulling her to him as Rin's fingers tangle in his ponytail, loosening it.
"Rin, if we keep this up-" Len's sanity tries to prevail.
"I don't care" Is her heated answer, silencing him once more.
His attempts to halt the oncoming storm of passion begin to fade, and instead, he throws himself into it, pressing Rin to the wall once more and letting his mouth and hers meld together, his fingers entwining with hers. Even as his mind cries for the wrongful sin they're committing, he doesn't care.
Damn him for loving her.
A/N: *blushes a deep scarlet* Um. Uh. *flails around for proper words.*
I... I really hope you... enjoyed... this one.
I liked writing it... Um.
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~Disclaimer~ I.. Um.. don't own Rin and Len, and if I did... this would probably be canon.