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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Neon_Genesis_Evangelion
  Relationship:
      Ikari_Shinji/Souryuu_Asuka_Langley
  Character:
      Souryuu_Asuka_Langley, Ikari_Shinji, Katsuragi_Misato
  Additional Tags:
      Sexual_Tension, Awkward_Sexual_Situations, Masturbation, First_Time,
      Vaginal_Sex
  Series:
      Part 2 of Everything's_Gone_Green
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-03-25 Words: 11437
****** The Trick is to Keep Breathing ******
by AngelNo13Bardiel
Summary
     (sequel to Hands All Over/pt.2 of Everything's Gone Green) Having
     just a little bit of something good can be dangerous. Sometimes, it
     simply isn't enough.
Notes
     DISCLAIMER: Don’t own Evangelion or any of its characters, that’s all
     still the property of…whoever owns it these days. Probably never will
     either, but I’m okay with that (too much legal hassle to potentially
     deal with). I also don't own the rights to the songs "The Trick is to
     Keep Breathing" by Garbage, "Behind the Wheel" by Depeche Mode or
     "Tabazan" by Killing Joke; they're all the property of their
     respective artists/writers/labels/etc., I'm only borrowing them for a
     bit (after some minor alterations to the latter two). This is the
     sequel to Hands All Over, so go read that one first. ’This’ is
     thoughts, "this" is speech, long stretches of this are sung lyrics.
See the end of the work for more notes
-The Trick is to Keep Breathing-
Deep thought can be a refuge, a time for solace, maybe even the first step
towards enlightenment…but other times, it can just get right the hell in the
way. Especially when the subject of said thoughts causes physical urges. Strong
ones. The kind that can really distract one from truly relaxing. Asuka Langley
Sohryu wasn’t used to such thoughts…but in the almost-month since the
“incident” after the Mt. Asama mission, she pretty much had to get used to
them.
“Stupid baka-Shinji,” Asuka thought aloud. She was seated in the living room of
Misato’s apartment, lying back on a bean bag and trying to take her mind off
her fellow pilot and roommate. She had come home over an hour ago, unable to
spend time after school with Hikari after the class rep had told her that she
already had plans with her sisters. So that left the Second Child with nothing
to do, and all the time to think (yet again) about what she and the boy had
done that night.
Asuka found herself doing this more and more as time passed, to the point where
remembering it made her grit her teeth in frustration as much as it was fueling
other, more…interesting fantasies she had begun harboring. ‘Let him get his
hand in your underwear just one time, and now I can’t even go a few days
without imagining it going past that…not to mention how intimate I‘ve gotten
with myself since then,’ she idly mused, shaking her head after. ‘You’ve really
messed up on this one, Sohryu.‘ She quickly reached for the remote and turned
on the television, hoping there was some mindless entertainment on that would
distance herself from where her mind had wandered.
Flicking through a few of the channels, Asuka ran across one of those shows
that featured live up-and-coming acts. This one was always good for a few
laughs (mostly from the regularity of acts lacking actual talent), so she
settled in to partake in a little schadenfreude. The host motioned over to a
group of six women in their twenties in front of instruments, smiling brightly
before bowing to the camera. “Sisters, if I had to guess,” the redhead noted,
looking between their faces and the differing hair/dress colors.
The house lights dimmed slightly as one of the women began playing a soft
keyboard drone before the ones on bass and drums joined into a steady dance-pop
rhythm for a few beats, the black-haired frontwoman in a striking knee-length
crimson dress slinking up to the microphone soon after and began singing in a
breathy whisper.
She's not the kind of girl
Who likes to tell the world
About the way she feels about herself
She takes a little time
In making up her mind
She doesn't want to fight against the tide
Asuka couldn’t help but think that something about those lines sounded a little
bit familiar, but she just shrugged and continued watching as one of the women
began to play a soft guitar line along with another playing a piano part on a
second keyboard.
Lately, I'm not the only one
I say never trust anyone
Always the one who has to drag her down
Maybe you'll get what you want this time around
Somewhere after the first chorus and the next verse, Asuka began swaying
slightly to the rhythm. “Okay, they’re not horrible,” she said softly, feeling
the beat move through her body. “Alright, it’s kinda catchy, truth be told.”
Can't bear to face the truth
So sick he cannot move
And when it hurts, he takes it out on you
Lately, I'm not the only one
I say never trust anyone
The two women on keys changed their playing at this point and simulated an
orchestra’s string section before the next lines.
Always the one who has to drag her down
Maybe you'll get what you want this time around
The trick is to keep breathing
The trick is to keep breathing
The previous music resumed at this moment, the singer looking into the camera
with a sultry look and a wink. ‘Plays well to the camera,’ Asuka thought, just
a tiny bit impressed.
She knows the human heart
And how to read the stars
Now everything's about to fall apart
I won't be the one who's going to let you down
Maybe you'll get what you want this time around
I won't be the one who's going to let you down
Maybe you'll get what you want this time around
The trick is to keep breathing
The trick is to keep breathing
The trick is to keep breathing
The trick is to keep breathing
The trick is to keep breathing
The trick is to keep breathing
The trick is to keep breathing
The last lines and music fade out as the audience gave the group a rousing
helping of applause while they bowed. “Okay,” Asuka said aloud, nodding
slightly, “not bad, girls. Definitely not the worst I’ve heard. Even, dare I
say, passable.”
As the fanfare died down, the girls began another song, this one starting with
an effect that sounded like the rim of a tire spinning on pavement. A quick set
of drum beats stopped this sound, before becoming a steady rhythm alongside the
bass. A short set of keyboard notes joined in just afterwards, a short guitar
riff on the next set of beats. The second keyboard entered after, playing a
rather Eastern-sounding part that became more prominent on the following beats.
All the while, the singer swayed at the mic and moved her arms and body in some
very slow-but-fluid motions before starting to sing.
My little boy
Drive anywhere
Do what I want
You don't care
Tonight
You're in the hands of fate
You hand yourself
Over on a plate
Now
The break in the words left Asuka with a moment to contemplate them. ‘Almost
sounds like me and baka-Shinji,’ she thought, already knowing that would lead
back to the same thoughts she was trying to ignore by watching TV. ‘Verdammt,
even this isn’t a good enough distraction.’
Oh little boy
There are times when you feel
You'd rather not be
The one behind the wheel
Come
Pull your strings
Watch you move
You do anything
Please
The more she listened, the more Asuka thought back to the last few weeks. She
had certainly tried to put that night’s events out of her head…but there was
just a few issues with that. One, she was using it more and more as a fantasy
while…”exploring” her body. Nothing wrong with that, she was a healthy young
woman with needs the same as anyone else. The problem was the second thing: the
more she thought back to that night, the more it became necessary to put Shinji
there to even achieve orgasm. ‘Don’t even know when that happened,’ she noted
with more than a little annoyance, ‘but it did. Damn that boy.’ Somewhere in
the last week, in particular, she had specifically tried twice to put Kaji in
that moment (something that had always worked without fail previously)…which
did nothing more than put an effective damper on her activities and sour her
mood terribly the following mornings. ‘Might as well have taken a cold shower
for all the good that did me.’
Sweet little boy
You prefer
Me behind the wheel
And you the passenger
Drive
You're mine to keep
Do what I want
You're going cheap
Tonight
But even more than revisiting that same moment, Asuka was bothered by the need
for her fantasies to go beyond that and straight into full-on sex with her male
roommate/co-pilot. ‘I had wondered if that was what I really wanted after we
were done then,’ she ventured, ‘and now it’s only gotten that much worse.’ She
shook her head fiercely, trying to dislodge the mental image of the two of them
writhing in ecstasy. “No, no, no, you can go fuck off,” she thought aloud, her
annoyance now fairly evident. “Everything else I put up with around this place,
that is the last thing I need!”
I'm behind the wheel
Tonight
I'm behind the wheel
Tonight
I'm behind the wheel
Tonight
I'm behind the wheel
Tonight
The second song had ended and the audience on screen having shown their
approval, but Asuka was still well and lost in her musings. ‘It’s not as though
I haven’t considered goading the clueless boy into going further,’ she thought,
and that was true. Her teasing/bullying of the Third Child had taken on a more
sensual nature lately: giving him a moment longer to glance or stare, saying
things in a more breathy manner, an extra wiggle of her hips here or there…oh
yeah, she enjoyed watching him squirm more than ever, just in a different way.
And really, she liked the extra attention. ‘He’s definitely watching me more
than the First these days.’
Asuka’s eyes refocused on the TV screen as the group began a third song, this
one opening with a voice sample of what would best be described as “the vocals
of an orgy” before changing into a screeching-harmonics guitar riff followed by
the bass and almost-tribal drumming falling in line soon after. The raven-
haired singer slid her way to the mic, all the while making as many suggestive
hip movements as possible. Her voice was more pronounced this time, much less
breathy than previously.
I've tried to understand the ways of men they taught me
They've lost their values as we define our wealth
Semen and blood is all you've got, investments of a future
We're searching for a new gold, yes we're searching for a new gold
A voice is calling
Move closer to you, yeah
While the music played on, oblivious to both it and her own bodily actions,
Asuka began to slowly grope her own left breast through her t-shirt while
having resigned to the fact that thinking about her fantasies as of late had
caused her to make one strong enough that she could no longer resist its pull.
She grunted in frustration and sighed. “Guess this isn’t going away,“ she said
quietly. Silently glad that no one was home (and was not supposed to be for
some time), she let her other hand trail down to her shorts as she started
rubbing herself through them.
Virile young men run down the street in havoc singing
"I wish to build, I penetrate, I penetrate"
Restricted sexuality gives birth to worlds of terror
And all the time, I'm trying to piece new schemes together, help me
Her breathing quickening and becoming more shallow, Asuka moved the hand on her
breasts under her shirt to enhance the feeling and started giving her nipples
small pinches around the center of the areolas. The hand on her crotch,
meanwhile didn’t need any help: just her thoughts had done an impressive job at
getting her damp. So she let her mind wander to her most recent fantasy,
wherein she had coaxed Shinji into some very rough foreplay. Not rough enough
to cause real injury, but enough that it couldn’t really be called “gentle”. As
things in her head progressed, her body’s actions continued what they had been
doing into a steady rhythm, the on-screen music change well and truly lost on
her.
Architects erect erections, monoliths are raised
I love the swollen mound, you love the swollen mound
All hail the new seed breeding from our hearts and wombs
All hail the new seed breeding from our hearts and wombs
As the music’s original rhythm resumed, Asuka was completely in her own little
world of pleasure. Her hands’ motions were less and less coordinated and she
could feel that familiar heat that signaled that she was not far from coming.
In her mind, she and the Third Child were a intertwined in a knot of limbs and
secretions.
And night and day run 'round in circles, following sex instinct
Push it between her legs and stretch the lips, mother relieve me
Bodies entwined in human tangle at the point of climax
Shoot forth the new gold and at last, reason makes perfect sense
A voice is calling
Move closer to you, yeah
Her body sliding down slightly from the bean bag and onto the floor, Asuka’s
mouth went dry as she continued to fondle herself. She moved her right hand
into her panties and resumed rubbing her vagina with renewed vigor. The direct
contact gave her an idea of just how wet she was, as well as exactly how much
heat the orifice was putting out. And as the fantasy in her head finally
reached its climax, so too did the redhead as her index finger began
frantically stimulating her clitoris. Finally losing her fight with holding on
any further, she grunted heavily and arched her back to quite a steep angle as
the feeling flooded through her veins.
You're shooting, shooting forth
You're shooting forth the new gold now, hey
You're shooting, shooting forth
You're shooting forth the new gold now, hey
You're shooting, shooting forth
You're shooting forth the new gold now, hey
You're shooting, shooting forth
You're shooting forth the new gold now, hey
As the music ended and the audience applauded yet again, Asuka’s body slowly
came back down from its latest “little death”. But as good as it was, the
Second Child was reminded of the third item on the list of annoyances-as-of-
late: even an orgasm this good wasn’t enough anymore. Fantasizing was still
working, certainly…but not as it had at first. And nowhere near as strongly as
it had been the night after Mt. Asama. And she had a sneaking suspicion as to
why. ‘It’s just not the same without another person,’ she thought as soon as
the fog had lifted from her mind. ‘And not just anyone, it has to be him.’ She
sighed and closed her eyes. “It’s just…just not enough anymore…” she whispered
though her still-dry mouth. It had really begun to frustrate her to no end.
Wherever else Asuka’s train of thought might’ve gone was lost as a shuffling
noise nearby caused her to sit back up with a start…only to be greeted by the
gaze of Pen-Pen. “What the hell are you looking at, bird?” she said menacingly.
The penguin merely titled its head in a confused manner before giving a ‘wark’
and retreating back to his fridge. ‘You’d think he’d never seen a woman playing
with herself before,’ she thought quite amusedly with a small laugh. ‘I’m sure
he’s seen Misato do at least that much once or twice.’ Letting out a heavy
breath, she shakily got back to her feet before looking back to the television.
The show had changed to some game show, but the girl was no longer interested
as she bent over to pick up the remote and turned it off.
Looking back towards the carpet, Asuka was more than a little surprised to find
that the spot where she had finished was dry. ‘Wouldn’t have guessed that,’ she
thought idly. Rubbing her thighs together told her why that was: wet as she had
gotten, none of it had left her shorts or panties. “Small mercy, that,” she
thought aloud, now realizing also just how sweaty she had become in the
meantime, “but still…eww. I really need to clean up after that.” Walking slowly
into her room to retrieve some new clothes, she let her mind wander again. Not
towards fantasizing further, but instead towards the more serious side of the
coin: she couldn’t really keep this up much longer. What had originally been a
once-a-week thing was now approaching nearly every day…and it just wasn’t
working as well anymore. ‘Something’s got to give,’ she thought while heading
to the bathroom to wash up, ‘and I know what that something is.’
Indeed she did: Asuka was going to have to figure out how to get her and Shinji
into actually having sex. Simply fingering herself while imagining wasn’t going
to cut it any longer. But that was…more than a little difficult. Despite giving
him so many sensual-tinged teasing as of late, she wasn’t exactly openly
communicating with the boy. She did as much as she needed to, but little more
than that. ‘It’s never really been the same since that night,’ she thought,
turning the shower’s hot water on. And, of course given the Third Child’s
nature already, the likelihood of him making the first move was just plain not
going to happen. So that meant it came down to her. ‘Heh, what else is new?’
she mentally asked while pulling off her clothes and stepping under the spray
of the shower.
As she let the warm water run though her long red hair, Asuka realized two
things: she and Shinji didn’t have school the next day, and Misato wouldn’t be
home until well into the next morning. ‘Perfekt,’ she thought, ‘might never be
a better chance. After all, no time like the present.’ The thought of having
real sex with him didn’t make her stomach turn as much as she had thought it
would. ‘I guess after so many times I’ve imagined it, it’s just the most
normal-sounding thing in the world…like putting on socks before shoes, I
suppose,’ she reasoned, ‘and he‘s not exactly the worst choice of partner.’
Reaching for the shampoo, the Second Child started planning just how things
would fall together, not a hint of unease or uncertainty in mind. ‘Third, you
haven’t even the slightest clue about just how good your fortune is about to
be.’
-----
Shinji Ikari walked through the apartment’s front door about two hours later,
just before the sun had fully set. “I’m home,” he said upon entering, then
realized how little good that had done. ‘Misato’s not home, and Asuka isn’t
really going to answer back,’ he reasoned slipping out of his shoes. ‘At least
if she’s still as moody as she’s been lately.’ But it wasn’t like he had done
much to change that, he had been doing his best just to not sweat and stammer
anywhere around her. She had been doing a lot of things a lot more…sexily for
the last weeks. Her movements, her actions, those times she underdressed…the
Third Child was unable to read her anymore. ‘Not that I was doing a
particularly stellar job of that in the first place.’
Walking into the living room, Shinji saw Asuka sitting on one end of the couch,
her eyes focused on the television screen. Silently glad she had not noticed
his entrance, he quietly slipped past into the hallway and into his room, where
he slid the door closed and let out an unsteady breath. ‘Made it,’ he thought.
‘Knowing my luck, she’s probably feeling like teasing me again.’ He had always
taken it pretty easily before, but with how it had become more sensual, it
would do nothing but make him feel worse than usual…especially given what he
knew about the other person thanks to a night several weeks ago.
The memories of the onsen trip had ran through Shinji’s mind many, many times
since then. And it did nothing but make being anywhere near the redhead almost
unbearable. ‘I swear I can still feel her,’ he mused, ‘still taste her…’ The
boy shook his head to clear out that one thought in particular, the last thing
he needed right now was to be excited like that. Between both those thoughts
and her recent cranked-up teases, he was lucky his penis had any feeling left
at all. Oh, he had always had fantasies before…but with what he knew now, it
had gotten to be almost too much. ‘It’s actually worse once you’ve had a
little,’ he continued, setting his schoolbag down. ‘All I had to go on before
was just imagination. Now sights, smells, tastes, touch…dammit, this really
sucks.’ And then there was that last part of the evening, when she had told him
to close his eyes before kissing him. That had truly been more than his little
heart could ask for. ‘No, that’s the part that really sucks,’ he mentally
corrected himself. ‘You like her, she does that while not having a clue and
now…’
Shinji let the thought trail off as he realized that his pants had become a
little tighter. ‘Shit,’ he cursed himself, ‘great timing on my part.’ There was
no way he was going to take care of that while Asuka was awake, he had been
avoiding doing that much lately. Instead, he closed his eyes and slowly
breathed in and out, trying to forcibly calm his body down. It began to work
after a few minutes, but not entirely. ‘At least I can leave the room now,’ he
thought. Quietly sliding the door open and stepping out, the Third Child snuck
into the kitchen and removed a bottle of water from the fridge. Opening it and
taking a long drink, he looked into the living room at his fellow pilot. Asuka
still sat there, whatever she was watching must have been fairly entrancing.
‘Might be worth seeing,’ he ventured, hoping it would further distract him from
his thoughts.
Shinji slowly entered the living room toward the other side of the couch and
lightly cleared his throat. “Uh…A-Asuka…” he started, trying to control the
nervousness in his voice. “Do y-you mind if I sit too?” The redhead never
looked up or spoke, only giving a shrug and a grunt that told him ‘sure’. The
boy took his seat, making sure that it was as far away from her as he could. If
not, it was more than likely that the girl would make some sort of comment
about his proximity. So he simply looked toward the TV, and began watching. It
was some kind of game show, and not a particularly engaging one. Bored with it
after several minutes, he began to look around the room, keeping his eyes from
landing anywhere on the redhead. ‘That’ll only start problems,’ he figured.
But try as he might, Shinji couldn’t keep his eyes or thoughts off of Asuka.
When she wasn’t yelling or acting like her usual self, she could be quite
beautiful. ‘And she makes sure to let everyone know that often,’ he thought,
smiling internally. ‘But she’s not wrong, either.’ His thoughts began to wander
back to after Mt. Asama again, and he closed his eyes to stop the rush of
images from coming to mind again. ‘Can’t do that now,’ he told himself, ‘she’s
sitting right there. She gets the wrong idea, I could end up on the floor.’
“Something on your mind, Ikari?” The sound of Asuka’s voice caused Shinji to
nearly jump out of his skin. Pulled back from his thoughts, he glanced over to
find her looking at him out of her peripheral view. She slowly turned her head
in his direction, something in her expression he couldn’t read. “You seem a
bit…distracted.”
Realizing that he was taking too long to answer her, Shinji relaxed just a
little and sighed. “Uh…kinda,” he began, his heartbeat now well elevated.
“Th…this show isn’t that good.”
“Yeah, I know,” Asuka concurred, turning back to the screen. “But there isn’t
much else on. I already looked.” She picked up the remote control and quickly
turned off the TV before letting the absolute silence of the room settle in.
Before he could ask her about it, the girl spoke up again. “Hey Shinji.”
Now it wasn’t just her expression, Shinji had absolutely no clue what mood her
voice suggested. “Y-yes?”
“I’m going to ask you a couple of questions,” Asuka said quietly, her face
still toward the now-off screen. “And I want honest answers. No running, no
squirming out.” There was a pause for just a few seconds. “Do you remember that
night?”
Oh boy, did Shinji ever remember: it was doing as much good as it was agonizing
him. “…yes,” he admitted while nodding after a long beat.
“Do you still think it was the right thing?” Asuka questioned, continuing not
to look at him.
Shinji took his time answering this time. On the one hand, it was definitely a
high-point of his short adolescence so far. On the other, well…it was just
knowing that there was more to what they had done. And he knew it, such
thoughts had been fueling his self-pleasure in the weeks afterward. “Yeah,” he
finally said. “I-I don’t regret anything.”
Another long pause, with only the silence to fill the space. “Then…do you wanna
pick up where we left off?” Asuka asked, finally turning to face him.
Shinji, for his part, didn’t fall from the couch or pass out right on the spot.
He did, however, begin to sweat profusely and had immense trouble forming
words. “W-wait, what?”
“I don’t think I could have been clearer, Third,” Asuka explained. “I mean sex.
You know, that thing we probably would have done.” She stood from the couch
slowly and walked in front of him. “I know you’ve been thinking about it. I can
tell by how you’ve been looking at me.” She narrowed her eyes at the boy. “Oh
yeah, I noticed. I’ve just been letting you get away with it.”
Shinji swallowed the rather large lump that had grown in his throat and stared
down at the carpet. ‘Fuck, I’m dead,’ he thought, already prepared for whatever
punishment she could muster. “S-sorry…I c-can’t help it,” he offered, his voice
meek and soft. “Y-you’ve been…err…the way you move or dress or…ah…it…” he kept
trying to explain but gave up every time he painted himself into a corner.
‘Good job, Shinji. Now you won’t have to wait for an Angel to finish you off.
Asuka’s more than capable.’
“Oh, that was intentional,” Asuka spoke up, causing Shinji’s head to snap back
to her. “What, you think I wasn’t purposefully trying to wind you up further?”
She crossed her arms under her breasts. “I thought you were just a little
smarter than that, baka.”
“Y-you…but, w…why?” Shinji asked, now completely lost.
“I told you,” Asuka continued, “I want to go on from there. Or, in terms that
even a baka like you can understand…” She held up her hands and slowly formed
her left hand’s index finger and thumb into a circle before using the opposing
hand’s index finger to simulate penetration. “I am going to let you have the
undeniable pleasure of getting to fuck me.”
Shinji was more than a little sure that he was dreaming. There was no way that
Asuka, of all people, had just told him that and meant it. “Y-y…you’re
serious?”
Asuka rolled her eyes and sighed heavily. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t,
would I?” she asked angrily. “Honestly, why is this such a big deal? Think back
on it: you had a finger or two in me, I jerked you off and let you come on my
wrist…were else is there to go from there?” Her expression turned to a mocking
pout, sticking her lower lip out in a cutely exaggerated manner. “Are you
really going to turn this down? Turn me down, out of all the girls in Japan?”
Shinji quickly shook his head, not wanting to offend her in any way. “N-no, I
didn’t…I didn’t mean it like t-that,” he began. “It’s just…” he stopped,
thinking about how to approach this, “I mean, I know what we did then,
but…aren’t we just a little young for that?”
“Really?” Asuka questioned, looking almost amused by this. “That’s what you’re
going to consider?” She laughed for just a moment. “You’ll get into a giant
robot and fight aliens trying to kill you…but one girl asks you to pop her
cherry and you hesitate this badly?” She shook her head and pulled Shinji to
his feet by his collar. “You know what…fuck this.” The redhead angrily crushed
her mouth against his, practically forcing her tongue down his throat as she
grabbed onto the front of his pants. It was finally too much for the Third
Child, as whatever resolve he had eroded and whatever lusty thoughts he had in
his head won out. He melted into her touch and tried to mimic her actions the
best he could (not easy given both his inexperience and her frantic approach).
Finally pulling back after a few moments, she took several deep breaths before
speaking again. “Feel like…ah…questioning anything else now, Third?”
Shinji shook his head dumbly, words not being a priority at the moment. “Nuh-
uh…” he slurred, feeling almost drunk from the dizzying arousal in his head. He
didn’t say anything further, simply wrapping his arms around the redhead and
resuming their clumsy making-out from moments ago. The two moaned into each
others’ mouths, tongues dueling for dominance in a sexy stalemate. The
teenagers continued these actions as their bodies moved jerkily across the
living room before heavily butting against the wall near their bedrooms. Both
grunted in pain and slid down the wall just a bit, but did not stop their
movements otherwise.
Shinji reached one arm back around to Asuka’s front and quickly put it under
her t-shirt to grope at her breasts. The Second Child moaned in appreciation at
his actions, biting on his lower lip before shoving her tongue back towards
his. The teens continued to writhe against the wall, knocking a picture off the
wall that went completely unnoticed by either. As he moved to suckle on her
neck, the redhead spoke up in a heavy breath. “We…we should take t-…ooh…this to
my room, you th-…ah…think?” He breathed out a noise in agreement before she
used her free hand (the one not fondling him) to pull open her door.
Unfortunately, their activities in doing so meant that both entered Asuka’s
room quite poorly, with Shinji landing hard on his back on the floor…and her
following right down on top of him. They yelped in both pain and surprise as
their foreheads just barely missed colliding, but did not get up immediately.
“S-sorry. I think…I think we should move to the bed,” he spoke up, not knowing
how he even found his voice.
“Yes, let’s,” Asuka agreed, pulling him up along with herself before pushing
Shinji back onto her futon. Closing her door behind them before turning back to
him, she spoke up again. “Now…time to strip.” He nodded but only watched as the
redhead quickly disrobed and in short time ended up in front of him in
absolutely nothing.
‘It’s as red as I thought it would be,’ Shinji’s lust-addled mind managed to
notice when he saw what lied beneath her underwear. And there were those
breasts he had already experienced, still no less enticing. Not one part of her
was anything less than awe-inspiring. ‘Okay God, if you’re up there, you can
take me now.’
“Well, are you waiting for something?” Asuka’s voice shook him from his staring
and back to her face which, while still flushed and sweaty from what had
already happened (not to mention the start of a few hickeys on the left side of
her neck), was looking quite annoyed. After another few seconds of waiting for
Shinji to move, she grunted and rolled her eyes. “Guess I fried what little
brain you do have,” she said. “Okay, fine, we’ll do it my way then.” She
reached down to his button-up white shirt and pulled hard in both directions,
scattering the buttons across the room and throwing the garment onto the floor.
Shinji could only watch dumbly as Asuka unbuckled and unbuttoned his pants
before pulling his undershirt over his head and dropping it nearby. Getting the
hint, he regained his senses enough to finish removing his pants before
hesitating just a moment and removing his underwear, now sitting before her
completely naked and more than a little hard. “Guess I don’t have to ask if
you’re liking this,” the redhead mused, looking down at the muscle-at-
attention. Climbing over his prone form, she reached over to her nightstand to
retrieve something. “Don’t ask how or where I got this,” she explained, “but
just be glad I had it.”
It only took Shinji a few seconds to realize that she had been holding a
condom. ‘Yeah, needed that,’ he managed to think, the blood for thinking
clearly already elsewhere. He watched for a moment as Asuka unwrapped and
examined the piece of latex. Guessing that she was figuring out how to put it
on, he continued to look as she reached behind her to slowly unroll it over his
dick…only to have it be a little big on him.
“Fuck…” Asuka said under her breath. “Well, it’ll have to do.” She turned back
to face Shinji. “If that feels like it’s different for even a moment, you
stop,” she demanded. “Or else…” She let that sentence hang as she cracked her
knuckles and stared angrily. The Third Child understood immediately and nodded,
knowing full well that she might actually kill him for such an oversight. “Good
boy. Now then…” She trailed off again as she grabbed his member again. “Help
out with this already, don’t just be a lump.”
Shinji knew what she was talking about and reached down to try and position
himself to enter Asuka. For just a second, he stopped and took in what was
happening. ‘Well, nowhere to go but forward,’ he thought, not really wanting to
turn back anyway. He found what he thought was her pussy (not really able so
see from this angle) and started to push…until Asuka squeaked quite loudly and
scratched him across the chest.
“Not there, baka!” Asuka said through clenched teeth. Closing her eyes and
going quiet for a few seconds, she continued. “A little bit higher, that’s my
arschloch you’re at!”
Shinji didn’t know German, but he got the gist of what she had meant. ‘Okay,
don’t do that again,’ he mentally noted as he moved around a little and found
what he had been looking for. Slowly entering, he found little resistance given
her wetness…that was, until, he hit something a few inches in. “What the-”
“Hymen,” Asuka answered, sounding a little surprised. “Would have figured that
wouldn’t be an issue recently. Oh well.” She lifted herself about an inch,
taking a moment to take deep breaths, before lowering herself much harder the
second time. She grunted heavily, but Shinji was now completely inside her.
“Are…are y-you okay, Asuka?” Shinji asked, almost unable to form the words from
what he was feeling further south. Having a finger in her was one thing,
this…this was a completely other world by comparison.
“GOTT. FICKEN. VERDAMMT,” Asuka heavily groaned every word through her teeth,
shaking and breathing unsteadily all the while. She sat like this for a few
minutes before looking back at Shinji. “Yeah, I’m just fine,” she said
sarcastically, “it only feels like someone stuck a fire to my crotch.” He
couldn’t help but find her choice of words funny. “Got any other stupid
questions you’d like answered?” His amusement was quickly replaced by fear as
he shook his head. “Quick learner,” she breathed, still clearly in pain. “Move
slowly for now, that fucking hurt.”
Shinji nodded and just barely moved his hips, feeling his cock entering and
exiting his fellow pilot. He had imagined such a thing for quite a while…but
being here, he realized just how poor his imagination was when it came to
picturing this. It was absolutely spine-melting, the most heavenly feeling his
physical body had ever felt. Inside her was the warmest thing he had ever felt,
and it was nowhere near how it felt when Asuka had played with him the night at
the onsen. ‘Like night and day,’ he managed to think through the sensations he
was feeling.
Asuka had finally recovered from the initial pain and was now squirming and
rocking on his lap, moaning and grunting and groaning in equal measures.
Leaning herself over Shinji’s top half, she took a moment to breath as her
sweat dripped down and intermingled with his before pressing their mouths
together again and resuming their pre-penetration make-out session. She ran her
nails along his chest (much lighter than earlier) and over the boy’s now-
hardened nipples.
Shinji, meanwhile, was trying his best not to drown beneath what his body was
feeling and matching Asuka’s actions. The thoughts of what they had done
previously paled to what had happened just within the last half-hour. ‘More
fuel for fantasies,’ he idly thought as the Second Child arched her back and
leaned on her arms, her body laid out to him. He took the offered treat and
began to lick and suck her right areola. He would have killed to get this taste
of her again after that first time, and now it was a reality. And a more
impressive one than he thought possible.
Asuka lifted herself back to a sitting position and ran her hands through
Shinji’s hair. He was starting to find the sound of her moans incredibly
intoxicating, almost as good as what he physically felt. The fact that he, of
all people, could make her feel this good…it was certainly giving what little
spine he had a much-needed boost. But not everything was going one-hundred
percent: he was having more and more difficulty holding back an incoming
orgasm, especially as both teens‘ bodily rhythms picked up speed.
Soon feeling the familiar sensation coming from his scrotum, Shinji grunted as
he felt the rush go through his body and he emptied himself into the condom.
But he didn’t stop, oh he wouldn’t dare attempt that. Asuka wasn’t known to be
particularly generous, and this would not be an exemption from that. So he
simply pumped away with his getting-sore-but-still-hard dick, hoping to get her
there before he could no longer manage to.
Shinji didn’t have to wait for long, though, as Asuka suddenly gripped both
arms around his body, her vagina clamped down around him and she cried out his
name into his ear. Now that would be a sound that the Third Child would never
forget. As she came down from her high, she simply let both of their bodies
fall limp back onto the bed, with his spent penis flopping out of her
unceremoniously. “You…you actually didn’t suck at this,” she finally whispered
after a minute of silence. He mumbled an answer, not having enough saliva to
wet his mouth and form words.
The two teenagers laid there, each coming down from their respective orgasms
and awash in the sensations associated with first-time sex. Try as he might,
Shinji could not get up to dress and clean himself up, he was simply too spent.
So he closed his eyes to rest for a few minutes longer before trying again. But
that was not to happen for either person, as they both soon passed out from the
fatigue they had experienced…
-----
Asuka slowly came to after what felt like a short rest, yawning but not rising
from where she had been lying. She could feel Shinji nearby, his bare skin
still touching hers in a few spots. She had to smile to herself, it had all
gone to plan. ‘You made that far too easy, baka,’ she thought, barely opening
her eyes to still find the room dark. The redhead could hear his breathing,
steady and quiet. ‘He either did very well for an idiot,’ she admitted to
herself, ‘or maybe I just brought that out of him.’
But as comfortable as Asuka was, one thing was not quite heavenly: the absolute
ache that radiated from her southern regions. ‘Ah shit, that still stings,’ she
noted, gingerly touching herself to gauge how painful it was. She had thought
the combination of exercise and masturbation (two things she had been getting
better at) would have already stretched the internals enough to the point where
it wouldn’t hurt that badly. ‘Slight miscalculation on my part,’ she reasoned.
‘Oh well, couldn’t be helped.’ At least she had remembered the condom,
otherwise it would have killed the evening. ‘Kept it around for Kaji, ended up
being baka-Shinji that used it. Heh, wouldn’t have put money on that months
ago.’
Yawning again, Asuka looked down at her roommate. Shinji was still sprawled out
where he had been when they finished, fast asleep. She could see the filled
condom still hanging onto his penis, but only just. Nearby, she could barely
make out a small bit of red smeared on his pelvic area. ‘That would be mine,
I’m guessing,’ she noted, fairly certain of the fact. ‘I’m sure he’ll have a
panic over that when he wakes up and notices.’ She had to laugh under her
breath, he could be such a worrier sometimes.
While breathing through her nose, Asuka noticed the smell that had permeated
her bedroom. ‘Well, that’s…not a good scent,’ she mused, making a slightly
disgusted face. Lifting her hand to her nose, she took a sniff to find that she
didn’t smell much better. ‘Ugh…definitely need a shower soon.’ But for the
moment, she was too comfy to even lift her head, much less the rest of her,
from the mattress. So she slowly relaxed again, closed her eyes and tried to go
back to sleep.
“Well…someone looks relaxed,” a quiet voice said.
“Mmm, you bet,” Asuka mumbled back, not even considering who had spoken to her.
‘Probably baka-Shinji,’ she reasoned. “Could use…shower and breakfast. How
about taking care of the second one?”
“I don’t think you want me to do that,” the voice answered.
It took Asuka only a few seconds to recognize that voice this time. Her eyes
popped open, revealing the dark of her room again…until the light flicked on,
revealing Misato Katsuragi standing over her in her NERV uniform. The older
woman’s face was unreadable to the Second Child. “Before you ask: it’s not the
middle of the night, it’s after ten in the morning. And I would ask what
happened, but…” she trailed off, pointing toward the teens’ naked forms and the
used condom, “I think I can hazard a guess.”
‘Well…fuck,’ Asuka thought. She had planned for this, but it still felt like
she was caught with her hand in the cookie jar. ‘Or, more appropriately, Shinji
in my cookie jar.’ She would have laughed at the thought, had Misato not been
standing there. “If I told you this wasn’t what it looked like, would you
believe me?” Watching her guardian shake her head, the girl sighed. “It was
worth a try.” She nudged Shinji on the shoulder with her foot. “Hey baka, you
might want to wake up for this.”
Shinji didn’t wake immediately, only grumbling and trying to roll over.
“Just…few more…turn light…off…” he slurred out in pieces.
“No can do, mister,” Misato said, a little louder than she had been before.
Now it was Shinji’s turn to open his eyes with a start and all but bolted
upright, stammering and halfheartedly trying to explain anything about what she
was seeing. “T-this…uh…this is…err…y-you see…ah…”
Misato held up a hand and stopped Shinji from bumbling over his words any
further. “No, not now,” she began, putting her hands on her hips. “You’ve got
five minutes to get dressed, another fifteen each to get cleaned up and
redressed. And then I want you both in the kitchen for an explanation.
Understood?” Both teens nodded, not saying a word. “Okay. And I mean five
minutes.” She slid the bedroom door open and walked out, closing it behind her.
Asuka and Shinji picked up their clothes from where they had ended up the night
before and began redressing, not saying a word or making eye contact. Walking
out of her room after grabbing some fresh clothes, the redhead was first into
the shower with Shinji going second. In less than half an hour, both were
seated at the kitchen table with Misato already changed and waiting for them,
an unopened can of Yebisu in front of her.
Misato cracked the seal on the can and took a long drink before setting it back
down, no usual shout to accompany said action. “Getting one thing right out of
the way,” she started, “is that I’m glad either one of you was responsible
enough to remember protection. Was last night the first time?” Neither said a
word or looked up, only nodding before continuing to listen. “Okay then, I
guess. I just want you both to know that I’m not mad, just…looking for
answers.”
“What kind of an answer are you hoping for?” Asuka spoke up, pointing at
Shinji. “Baka over there,” she went on, turning her finger towards herself,
“and I had sex. No mysteries there.”
Misato sighed and learned her head on her left hand. “Asuka…I’d like to point
out that you’re both only thirteen and fourteen…”
‘Here we go,‘ Asuka thought. This was the moment she had been planning for.
“Okay,” she began after taking a deep breath, “so let me get this straight:
you’ll have us,” she paused to motion between her and Shinji, “fight a war
against…things…in which we might really die and that’s just fine? But then
expect us to act like actual children?” She shook her head. “That’s horseshit,
plain and simple.”
“Asuka…” Shinji managed to speak up, his voice quiet compared to hers.
The Second Child turned towards him for a moment. “Oh don’t give me that,
Ikari,” Asuka cut him off. “You know I’m in the right on this one.” She turned
back towards Misato. “Honestly, what gives you…hell, anyone, the right to tell
us that?” As the major was about to open her mouth, the redhead pressed
further. “What we choose to do, as long as it doesn’t hurt another person,
isn’t anyone else’s business but ours.” She let the silence hang after she
spoke her peace, smiling in her mind at having the older woman at checkmate.
Misato sat quietly looking at her female charge before taking another drink
from her beer. “Okay, fine Asuka,” she finally relented with a sigh, “I guess
it isn’t fair of me to treat you like that considering what you do.” She leaned
back in her chair, looking up at the ceiling. “But at least tell me why.”
“Again, is that really any of your business, major?” Asuka shot back. ‘What the
hell does she care? It’s not like she was trying to get him in the sack. Then
again, this is Misato I’m talking about.’
“Maybe I’m just curious as to why,” Misato shouted, planting her left palm on
the table loudly enough to startle both pilots, “the two of you, who haven’t
really been talking to each other lately, never mind how you’ve both gotten and
not gotten along before this, decided to have sex completely out-of-nowhere.”
She sighed and slumped back in the chair. “I’m just…just looking for an
explanation, Asuka. That‘s all.”
Shinji started to open his mouth to answer, but Asuka turned back to him before
he could. “I told you, I’ve got this,” she said, with him nodding after. ‘Good
boy, I’m not wasting the words I’ve prepared.‘ She faced Misato once again. “If
you feel like you really have to know,” she started, “it was because we just
wanted to. To feel what it was like, to experience something new and
interesting. To let off a little steam, get it out of our systems.” She leaned
back and let out a heavy breath. “And to have a really, really good orgasm.”
Misato squirmed in her seat at the last word, visibly uncomfortable. “Well,
that was direct…and unnecessary,” she said after a few seconds. Leaning her
head towards Asuka while resting her chin on the palms of her hands, she
smirked at the younger girl. “But is that really all there is to it?”
Asuka was feeling a little lost at this point. “What the hell are you talking
about?”
“I think you know what I mean,” Misato went on, still grinning slyly at her.
“After all, no one has sex with someone they don’t even like, do they? Or is
that just what you did, miss Sohryu?”
Asuka felt like someone had hit her hard in the gut, she hadn’t really come up
with an answer for that one. “I…I mean…” she tried to answer, but kept stopping
as she couldn’t find a retort. She didn’t hate Shinji, not really, but…well,
what did she feel about him? ‘Gott verdammt, Misato,’ she cursed the woman in
her head, ‘this wasn’t how it was supposed to go.’ She attempted to come up
with something, but could only form bits and pieces. “I…he…I just…w-well…”
“And what about you, Shinji?” Misato asked, purposefully ignoring the redhead’s
unsure response. “I’m almost certain that you like her.”
Asuka stopped in her tracks and looked over at her roommate. Shinji had his
eyes downcast, staring straight into the tabletop. He didn’t say a word, only
shaking slightly with a little sweating beading on his forehead. She could see
his hand clenching and unclenching as his arm hung at his side. When he finally
looked up, it was right into her eyes…and it wasn’t good. He looked genuinely
hurt at the moment. She had seen that look before…but never directed at her.
‘Does he actually…’ she started to think, the thought never having even crossed
her mind. ‘Scheiss…’
“I think that look says it all,” Misato said, looking back at Asuka with an
accusatory stare. “And it says everything about what you’re not saying.”
Asuka turned back and forth between Shinji and Misato, opening her mouth
several times but never forming a word. ‘This…this isn’t how I wanted this,’
she thought, feeling more than a little sick herself. ‘I just wanted…I just…I…’
But she didn’t finish the thought: she had no idea what she wanted.
Before anyone else could say a word, Shinji stood slowly from the table and
turned toward the hallway. “Shinji, wait-” Misato started to say, but he was
already walking unsteadily toward the door. As he opened it and stepped inside,
both women caught a glimpse of his face and could see the tears rolling down.
He closed the door behind him, the apartment going completely quiet right
after. The dark-haired woman picked up her beer and drained the last of it
before crushing it in her hand. “Shit…” she swore under her breath, shaking her
head and looking disheartened.
Asuka, meanwhile, was still lost within her head, searching for what she had
been trying to say before. ‘Do I really like him?’ she asked herself. ‘Like,
like him? Maybe even more than that? And not just because he isn’t completely
inept at navigating the female body?’ She sat in silence for some time with the
thought before standing from her seat, moving towards her own door.
“Asuka, listen…” Misato began to say. “I-”
“You know, Misato,“ Asuka spoke very quietly, “you really know how to make
things more complicated than they should be.” She didn’t wait for anything
further from her guardian, only walking briskly to her door and entering. Once
she closed it and was out of sight of the older woman, the redhead sunk to the
floor and drew her legs against her body. ‘Dammit Shinji,’ she thought, feeling
absolutely horrible, ‘why did it have to be me?‘ She buried her head further
into her knees, hating herself just a little more every second. ‘…why did it
have to be you?’
-later that night-
‘This is stupid,’ Asuka thought. She had spent the last several hours closed up
in her room, alternating between being angry at herself and Shinji…and being
absolutely miserable about what had happened earlier that morning. Misato had
tried (kind of) to talk to her through the door but had never opened it or
crossed the threshold, while Asuka had remained silent. When the older woman
finally stopped, the Second Child took her time cataloging her thoughts. Shinji
definitely felt something toward her (and not just lust) and she had done
nothing but give him the idea that she had used him as a fucktoy and little
else. So here she was, standing in front of his door with her arm raised to
knock but unable to actually do it.
‘Come on, Asuka,’ she told herself, ‘it’s only baka-Shinji. How difficult could
this be?’ Her mind answered back with the image of his sad face before he
closed himself off for the day. ‘Okay, it could be that difficult. Thanks a
lot, self.’ But she knew it was more than that: she had done a lot of thinking,
came to a few decisions…and all of it culminated in having to confront what lay
beyond that door. After whatever came next, a lot of things would be different.
And it was more than a little scary to the normally-in-control redhead. ‘Life
was easy before Tokyo-3,’ she mused with some bitterness, ‘before Mt. Asama,
actually. So…what happened?’ The Third Child’s face came to her mind again.
‘Alright already, I get it!’
Taking a few deep breaths to calm herself, Asuka tapped on the door with enough
force to be heard by the person on the other side but not throughout the
apartment. It was well into the night, and she didn’t want to wake
Misato…especially not after earlier. “Shinji…” she said softly, her voice
cracking from being quiet for many hours. “I know you’re in there, baka. I’ve
been home all day. Listen…” she paused as she carefully considered her words,
“I want to talk. We need to talk…about a lot.”
-----
On the other side of the door, Shinji had spent the day running the gamut of
emotions. Everything from anger to heartache to depression and everything else
those entail. He had even cried himself to sleep quietly. He didn’t know if he
blamed Asuka or himself more for what had happened: it seemed like she had used
him…but he had let himself be used, simply because it was her. ‘She’s right,
I’m such a baka,’ he thought again, one of the numerous times he had in the
hours since. Sitting up on his futon, he shook his head. ‘Of all the girls I’ve
met, it had to be her.’
“Shinji…” Asuka’s voice snapped him out of his reverie. He had never heard her
speak this softly before, it almost didn‘t sound like her. But she had caused
the pain he was still feeling, so he turned away from the door, not wishing to
answer her for the time being. “I know you’re in there, baka. I’ve been home
all day,“ she continued. “Listen…” There was a lull in her words, the silence
heavy in his room. “I want to talk. We need to talk…about a lot.” Part of him
wanted to at least hear what she had to say, but another just told him to shut
her out. For the moment, the latter won out…at least until she spoke again.
“Shinji…please.”
Now that made Shinji turn around and face the door. Asuka had never used that
word where he could hear. ‘She…she sounds sad,’ he thought, noticing her tone
of voice. ‘Okay, Asuka,’ he finally reasoned, ‘I’ll listen to what you have to
say.’ He hung his head, not yet ready to look her in the eyes again. “You can
come in,” he said just loud enough for her to hear, his voice unsteady from not
being used all day.
Asuka slid the door open and stepped inside, closing it behind her right after.
She stayed at the entrance for a few seconds before walking about a foot from
Shinji. Her head was lowered, so he couldn’t tell her mood…but something about
her stance told him she wasn’t here for an argument. He watched as she stood
before his bed silently, biting her lower lip. “You hurt me,” the Third Child
finally said after what felt like hours. Not the best he could have come up
with, but it felt as good a summation of the day’s events as he could give.
Asuka sighed, not lifting her head. “I know,” she agreed, her voice quieter
than Shinji was used to. “I know I did. I…” She shifted her weight from her
left leg to her right. “…I fucked up.”
Shinji’s eyes snapped up to her, unsure he had really heard that clearly.
“…what?”
“I said I fucked up, Shinji,” Asuka repeated herself, continuing not to meet
his gaze. He couldn’t help but notice she hadn’t added the usual ‘baka’ to his
name. “I should have…” she began, shaking her head, “I shouldn’t have said
nothing. I should have done something.”
Shinji blinked a few times, confused by what she had said. “Is that…” he
whispered, not realizing he was thinking aloud, “…was that an apology?”
“Don’t push it,” Asuka retorted, her tone conveying some of her normal self.
“This is hard enough as it is.”
The two teens let the silence sink in for a while after those last words.
Shinji was the first to speak up again. “O-okay, Asuka,” he began, nudging
himself to one side of his futon and presenting the open spot opposite himself
to her. “I’m listening.”
Asuka nodded and took the offered seat, Shinji finally able to see her face.
She looked more sad than he had ever seen the redhead before. ‘I hope that
means she’s sincere about this,’ he thought a little bitterly. “What do you
mean by ‘something’?”
“I’m going to be honest with you right now, Shinji,” Asuka explained. “Probably
more honest than I’ve been with anyone in a long time.” She turned to face him,
her eyes finally meeting his. “And more honest than I’ve ever been with you.”
She paused, taking a deep breath. “Are you willing to hear me out on that
much?” The boy considered her features for a moment, then nodded. “Alright,”
she went on. “You…haven’t been the only one distracted lately.”
Shinji’s head craned to the side, confused about her words. “What are you
talking about?”
“Last night,” Asuka continued, “I said you seemed distracted.” There was
another pause as she looked down at the floor. “You haven’t been the only one.
I’ve been…” she hesitated for a second, her face turning to where he couldn’t
see it, “fantasizing recently…about you and me.” She turned back, now a
noticeable blush on her even in the dark…along with a smirk. “I don’t have to
ask if you have been, too. You’re quiet when you pleasure yourself…but not that
quiet. You moan my name every time. We do live just across the hall from each
other, after all.”
Now it was Shinji’s turn to blush horribly. “I-I’m sorry,” he blurted out
before he could stop himself.
“Nothing to apologize for this time,” Asuka countered. “Didn’t I just admit to
it first?”
Shinji turned his own gaze to the bed sheet. “Oh…r-right, okay…” he breathed
out.
“So yeah, that’s why last night…happened,” Asuka spoke up again, fidgeting with
the edge of the sheet. “I can get off just fine thinking about what happened at
the onsen, but…” She shook her head, almost laughing. “It wasn’t enough
anymore. I needed the real thing.” She looked back up at Shinji. “And it needed
to be you.”
“O…okay. But why me?” Shinji asked, only realizing afterwards what a dumb
question that was. ‘Girl says to you, ‘I pleasure myself thinking about you’,
you ask ‘why’. Again, she’s right: I must be stupid.’
“That’s what I couldn’t answer earlier,” Asuka explained. “I didn’t know the
reason at the time. But now…” She paused, looking up at his ceiling. “I guess,
all things considered…you’re not the worst person I've met. Not really.
You’re…hmm, not all that bad, actually. For a baka and a dummkopf, I mean.”
Shinji stared at her, blinking rapidly. ‘Is…is that supposed to be her way of
saying she likes me?’ he thought to himself.
Asuka sighed before speaking again. “It’s not easy for me to say…but I can show
you. ” She stopped again, turning back towards Shinji. “First, though…do you
trust me?”
Shinji took a few moments to consider her question. She had hurt him earlier
(and even quite a bit before)…but she wasn’t actually a malicious person. ‘I
trust her when we’re piloting, and that’s life-or-death for real, so…’ he
thought, coming to a decision. “Y-yeah, I do.”
“Then close your eyes for me,” Asuka said, barely a whisper and swallowing hard
after. “Please?”
‘Second time today, she must be serious,’ Shinji mused, nodding his head and
closing his eyes. When he felt a wisp of hot air near his face, he almost asked
Asuka what she was doing…but that thought was lost on him as he felt the
familiar sensation of her lips on his. It wasn’t like last night’s brutish,
animalistic actions: this was more like what happened after Mt. Asama, a memory
that greatly warmed his heart. Realizing she wasn’t going to pull back after a
few seconds, he relaxed into the moment and slowly explored her mouth with his
tongue, which elicited a surprised moan from the redhead. He felt her put one
hand on the back of his head, so he matched her by putting his palms along her
cheeks. Opening his eyes, he saw that she was already looking at him through a
heavy-lidded gaze.
Asuka slowly pulled back after several moments, letting a long thin line of
saliva hang between them before it broke away. “Do you understand now, Shinji?”
she asked after some deep breaths.
Shinji considered her question before answering honestly. “No,” he said with a
short laugh. “I’ve never been so…confused.”
“Then at least we have that in common,” Asuka shot back. Noticing his blank
stare, she shrugged and went on. “Shinji, there are some things even I don’t
have the answers for…if you can believe that.” She put her right hand over his.
“And I think this is one of those. I don’t know why it has to be you…but I know
that it has to be.” She smiled at him, one of the few genuinely warm smiles he
had seen her give. “But that’s okay with me. Maybe we’re not supposed to know.
Maybe…all we‘re supposed to do is keep our heads above water. Now…do you get
that?”
Shinji smiled back her just as warmly, feeling a little light-headed. “Loud and
clear, Asuka.”
“I guess from here, we just…see what happens,” Asuka finished. “We’ll figure it
out along the way, okay?” Shinji slowly nodded, never looking away from her.
“Good boy,” she said, pulling away completely before her line of sight went
elsewhere. “Well, well…someone seemed to wake up from that, ja?”
Shinji’s eyes followed hers until they saw the tent now pitched in his shorts.
‘My erections have the worst timing, I swear,’ he thought amusedly. “I…ah,
guess I c-can’t help it…” he mumbled, scratching the back of his head.
“I can tell,” Asuka said with a smirk. “You know…” she began in a breathy
voice, “I’m here, you’re here…and quite ready…we both know Misato’s a pretty
heavy sleeper…” She trailed off, reaching forward to touch his hard-on with her
right index finger through the thin layers of fabric. “What do you say, Shinji?
Ready for a second round? Maybe doing even better this time?”
“R-really? N…ah, mmm…now?” Shinji asked before he could think, her prodding
continuing to make him shudder and tingle all over.
“No better time,” Asuka countered, pulling her hand away. “We did just decide
that we both enjoyed doing these things with each other and want to keep that
up, didn’t we?” Shinji managed to get control of himself long enough to think
her words over before nodding. “Then, really, why not just jump right in?”
Shinji sat quietly, considering just how much had changed within only the last
twenty-four hours. He had lost his virginity to the girl he had a crush on, he
had been equally hurt and helped by said girl, and she was now asking him to go
again…as well as implying that the kissing and sex were to be regular
occurrences from now on. ‘Just getting to kiss her like that again would be
enough,’ he finally thought. Nodding while smiling at her again, he realized
that she had been right earlier: this was like keeping your head above water,
you just have to keep breathing.
-End-
-Achievement Unlocked!: Secret Hidden Ending Omake!- (not to be taken as canon
to the above story)
“Well, that’s good,” Asuka whispered, moving her hand back from Shinji’s lap
while reaching out and placing both hands on his shoulders. “Otherwise, this
part would feel even weirder.”
Shinji was quickly pulled from his nervousness/arousal by the Second Child’s
words. But as he looked at her confused, and before he could ask what she
meant, the boy felt a sharp pain in his neck. Stifling a yelp of shock, he only
managed to squeak out, “What the hel-” before he felt his world go black.
Slowly regaining his senses after an unknown amount of time, Shinji opened his
eyes only to find more blackness around him. Attempting to reach up only told
him that his wrists were bound as well. “W-what the…Asuka, what is this?” he
asked groggily, most of his body feeling quite heavy.
“Ah good, you’re up again,” Asuka’s voice came to him, her tone quiet and
normal. “That didn’t last too long, now did it?”
Something about how nonchalantly she answered made Shinji feel genuinely
scared. “Where are we? What did you do?”
“Be a little quieter,” Asuka ordered, sounding not too far away, “or you’ll go
and wake Misato for sure.” There was a short pause before she continued. “We
are in my room, for one. You weren’t that hard to drag in here, actually. And
two, that was just a little prick with…well, you don’t need to know the
specifics, just that it won’t hurt you. Well, except for the injection.”
Another pause, this time Shinji felt movement around him as he realized he was
on her bed…and she had stripped him naked while he was unconscious. “As to the
why…” the redhead explained, “we did say we were going to continue to explore
things sexually just now, didn’t we?”
“Uh…yeah…” Shinji answered, swallowing hard as his mouth went dry. This
couldn’t be going anywhere good. Then again, she did mention sex.
“Well, this is one of those ‘things’,” Asuka went on. “And I can guarantee you,
we have so much to try from here. Just the tip of the iceberg, Ikari. Now for
the reveal…”
Shinji felt the blindfold being pulled from his head, and slowly waited for his
eyes to readjust to the darkness. As they did, he caught sight of Asuka
standing next to the bed, dressed in nothing but a pair of panties…except that
said underwear also sported a more-than-fair-sized rubber phallus. “A-
Asuka…what…w-what are y-you planning?”
“I think it should be obvious,” Asuka shot back, tilting her head slightly and
smiling sadistically. “This is your congratulations for losing your v-card,
Shinji: now it’s your turn to be the girl.” She folded the small piece of
fabric in her hands into a smaller shape and reached toward the now-scared
Third Child, lightly-but-firmly placing it into his open mouth. “Now, you may
want to bite down. Otherwise, I’m sure Misato will definitely wake up from the
screaming.”
Shinji shook his head and tried to cry out as the redhead approached and rolled
him over, but it didn’t do him much good: Asuka was well and truly in charge of
everything for the time being. And we do mean everything. He was going to be
quite sore come morning…
-End Omake-
…I regret nothing about that. Not. One. Thing.
End Notes
     Originally posted on 20 December 2016 on FFN.
     Pre-read and then some was done by Ash. Thanks again, honey.
     As usual: all comments will be appreciated, good or bad. But I do
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     See you next time,
     -Bardi (and Ash)-
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