[Episode 81137] [Episode 81137]
Not that she hadn't noticed the fact that he had gone from 'cute brooding musician' to 'athletic looking intellectual hunk' and there was a part of her that couldn't help but pay attention to it. But her worries were taking over more of her, and overwhelming it at the moment. Something wasn't the same, and she was afraid that there might have been after affects from the accident.
So, spotting a familiar spot, she headed for it and parked the car on the side of the road.
"Huh?" he said as the sudden stop jolted him from his thoughts. Looking around at the familiar surroundings, he blinked in confusion before turning to her. "Are we going to watch the city rise again?"
Taking a deep breath and pulling her hands from the steering wheel, she asked, "Shinji... Are you okay?"
"What?"
She looked at him, with her concern written across her expression. "You've been quiet for so long, and you've been so far away that I'm worried that something might have happened to you."
"You're... worried about me?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Sorry... I was just thinking."
"About what?"
"Stuff. I've just had some things come up, and I've been trying to figure them out," he told her, "I would never want to worry you."
"You don't want to worry me..?"
"Of course not. You've always been so nice to me most of the time, except when you think I'm being stupid. You up and decided to take me in when my father didn't want me. And you've never treated my like a burden, or just a kid. "
"I have..?"
"Yeah, but you make me worry."
"I... do..?"
One of his hands reached up to press against her cheek, and he nodded. "You're such a beautiful person, and you should be treated nice and with respect, but you don't do it yourself. You drink so much, take so many risks and never seem to care much about yourself."
"But why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I didn't think that you'd listen to me, not even a dream moment like this. And unlike Touji and Kensuke, I've never thought of you as someone to just leer at, but as someone I care about and think a lot of."
"You do..?"
"Yes, I do. But also unlike them... I've never thought that you would think otherwise, never mind getting as far as a kiss..."
"I would..."
His brows rose, but she could not know what was working behind his soft eyes. For him, Misato would never say these sort of things, even in a dream like this, but she was, and there was something in her eyes that spoke to him on so many levels.
Raising his other hand up, he cupped her other cheek and leaned across the center column to press his lips against hers. This was no sloppiness, or groaning mess, but a quiet sharing just between the two of them. She did not fight it and yielded to the gentle question within it.
As it became a series of quick kisses, one hand lowered so that it could drag the knuckles against the slender column of her throat. The thumb of the other stroked against her cheek as if trying to permanently memorise the feel of her skin.
Her hands came up to stroke his chest through the fabric of his borrowed shirt, rubbing the palms over the soft garment. Then they dipped underneath it to feel the firm skin on top of the newly built muscles. When they did so, they pushed up the shirt so that it became in the way, and so he allowed her to pull it off of him. That freed his chest to her attentions, and she seemed happy to have it happen.
Nuzzling her shoulder, he let his hand brush along the side of her jacket over her breast as he reached down to pull the adjustment lever on her seat. Lowering the back as far as it would go allowed him to have Misato almost laying, not that either of them minded. He stroked down the front of her body, lightly pressing her breasts when he passed them. That brought a pleased gasp from her, and the look that she gave him told of that.
Yet, as he ran a hand up her hip to her waist, she could tell what he would do next. Tugging slightly, he pulled the bottom of her turtleneck free and slid it up her body until it was over the rise of her breasts. It let him touch and stroke her belly, which sent pleased shivers along her body. But as he came up to her chest, rather than ignore or pulling back, he traced her Second Impact scar, and pressed small kisses onto it, almost as if it was just a beauty mark.
However, such thoughts were lost by the wayside as he turned that intense attention to her breasts, lightly running his fingertips over each full mound with aching slowness. Whether from hesitation, gentleness or both that he did it, that did not matter to her, as she was hissing out breath of pure sensation. Instead, she pushed her chest even more to him, allowing him to examine her bra clad cleavage just as much as he might wish. Which seemed to be a lot, but she was not about to complain.
But then it seemed that a thought hit him, and he slid one breast out of its confining cup. With it free, he lowered his mouth to it, and began to lick and kiss the sweat slicked skin. Misato whimpered at the riot of sensation that caused, and even more as she felt his mouth close around the nipple and begin to suckle. She grabbed at his hair, not to stop him, but to hold him there in some instinctual need.
Shinji did not argue with that silent command, and only moved on to do the same to the other breast. Yet his hands were free and the one not needed for balance went under her skirt to find her dampening panties. His fingers blindly stroked along her inner thighs, feeling as much of the satiny skin as he reached his goal, but it was enough to make her shiver with anticipation. When he finally did push against the wet garment, her hips bucked against the seat, and she found herself pushing back. He rubbed back and forth, in an unintentional dual assault on her senses, but she did not care that he wasn't that experienced, as he was doing things to her that made her forget anything save his attentions.
With a stumbled movement neither noticed, he pushed the soaked panties aside and jabbed his fingers into her. She screamed then, but there was no anger or pain there. It spoke of pure pleasure, and was only intensified as he rolled his thumb along the hardened little nub there.
Then a moment came where she felt that she had to pull his head from her breasts, but there was no rejection there. She looked deeply into his eyes, and the young man saw what it was that she wanted and needed, as did he as he pushed down his pants and underwear. So coming between her legs, he pulled her panties from her body, allowing them to hang from one ankle as he pushed up her skirt. There was only a moment's hesitation at that moment, but it was gone in the look that she gave him.
Pushing himself into her, sent waves of pleasure through the both of them, and her legs wrapped around his waist to keep him inside of her. It wasn't like he was going to leave in any case, as his hips began a natural rhythm to their joining, and she returned the favor. Her arms came up and hugged him to her, pressing her bosom to his chest as they came together in a pure and simple way, something that just they had.
And as the moment came, he cupped the back of her head gently and held it there as they looked into each other's eyes. They came together in a gentle kiss, and when she came, the sounds of her release came against his mouth. Just as his did when he followed her only a little after.
Spent, the two of them sank to her seat in a tangle of limbs, with her still loosely wrapped around him, and him still inside of her. But at that moment, they didn't mind, and he idly brushed the sweat matted hair from her head. It was a simple gesture, but one that spoke volumes for the both of them.
Right then, Misato knew that she should hate herself, that she should have never broken the guardian-commander/ward-pilot rules, that she should be acting the responsible one... Yet, she didn't want to, and couldn't even if she did. Even Kaji had never really treated her with such wonderfully aching gentleness, and hadn't cared enough to want to treat her well. Shinji... he was even massaging the slight aches that she had in the aftermath of their lovemaking.
Concern and feeling like this was not something that she had experienced before... and she found that she liked it. A lot.
Now she only had to figure out what to do about that...
When they finally walked into the apparment that they shared, fully clothed and looking pretty normal, Misato had to sigh as she watched him walk by. It wasn't hard to remember what had happened, but she knew that she had some things to think about. Even if she found that she wouldn't totally disagree with another round. And she was happy to be home...
Shaking herself free from her thoughts, she looked to him and tried to keep as much of her blush from her cheeks as possible. "Umm... Shinji?"
He looked up from the paper he'd just found to look at her. "Yeah?"
"I'm going to take a bath, so I'll be busy for a while, okay?"
"Sure. And it looks like Asuka's out for a while, so you can take all the time you want."
"Good," she told him and picked at her clothing. "I could use it."
"You look good now..."
"Why you charmer..," she teased, and headed off to the bathroom.
Leaving him behind, shaking his head in amusement. This was turning out to be pretty good, especially for one as realistic as this. Usually those were the worst, but this time, he was discovering things that he'd never thought of before.
But it was still tiring, and he was going to have to take a bath too. So he figured that he might as well get a glass of water while he waited. Except that he lost his balance a bit as he walked, and hit his shin on the table.
And it hurt.
However dreams didn't hurt.
So this wasn't a dream.
'I... I really made love to Ritsuko and Misato..?' he thought to himself, realising what he had done while:
(Posted Mon, 01 Dec 2003 22:03)
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