Asuka stared blearily at the clock face for over a minute before turning off the alarm and mutely falling back on the bed. She rolled over and stared at her desk, with the computer sitting on top of it and the... object beside the keyboard.
She twitched. Okay, so it was a friggin' vibrator. She cursed perverted doctors and perverted captains. It wasn't like she wanted to get one -- she didn't NEED one, damnit.
She twitched again. Shinji had come home while she was looking up the rpms -- it wasn't easy to find. The manufacturer's website was badly designed; she'd be looking through the catalogue and then, a couple minutes later, she'd be staring at pictures of... of...
She wasn't a pervert, damnit!
And then, to make things worse, when she was inspecting the vibrator again (and definitely not nibbling on it absent-mindedly while she looked at porn), Shinji had knocked on the door and asked about the loud buzzing sound. Somehow he had snuck in -- she hadn't heard the door or anything, and scared her half to death.
So she'd yelped, tossed the offending device on the desk and had yelled at him to mind his own business.
After that, she'd turned off the lights and gone straight to bed.
And slept. She didn't dream of Shinji, nor of Shinji in a very small speedo, and most definitely NOT Shinji bringing her repeatedly to the brink of ecstasy, only to stop and let her suffer. Nosirree, she had a dreamless night!
Just keep trying to convince yourself of that.
She jerked her gaze away from the sometimes-vibrating talking phallus. She was definitely coming down with something -- that would explain it all. The sweating, the heat, the hallucinations, the desire to go to Shinji's room in the middle of the night to relieve stress, to--"Gah!"
She put her face in her hands and whimpered. Think of Kaji. Handsome... somewhat scruffy... soothing voice...
She felt better already. Her hands crept inside her shirt as she daydreamed.
... his red eyes... his pale skin... that cute little --
-----Shinji woke up to the sound of loud rhythmic thumping and a muffled series of curses from the room next door. He wondered what was wrong with Asuka -- she'd been looking pretty badly-off all of yesterday morning. Maybe she was having trouble getting to sleep?
He touched his lips and smiled wistfully, remembering the way she had moaned into his mouth as she kissed him in the nurse's office. It was... nice.
'I wonder what would have happened if someone hadn't interrupted us?'
It had felt better than nice, actually. He'd felt powerful, complete, like when he fought the Angels, but without the fear and inevitable pain.
He wanted to do it again.
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