Kind

She had called him “kind.”

He had called her “insane.”

He showed her “kind” as he pounded into her that night, listening to the pants between them, the moans that Haruhi let escape as she curled into him, letting him push further until she looked like she were to fall apart.

He would be “kind” and never tell the twins that she was a screamer. He would also be “kind” and not tell her that she had passed out after climaxing twice, once that she was probably aware of.

He was “kind” as he pulled back the blankets, wincing as he knew that she would be sore once she woke up.

“Kindness” was the virtue as he went into his personal bathroom, wet a washcloth, and came back to gently wipe the area free of the glistening fluids.

Yes, he was “kind”.

Kind enough to do it all over again next week.