Darkstalker- Shinji: Let's see, you were. . . [Episode 95892]

Shinji tried not to glance at Asuka who was sitting at the table staring at him. I mustn't run away. . .

"Hey, Shinji." Asuka called, standing and walking over to him.

"A-Asuka?" Shinji responded nervously.

Asuka looked into his eyes. 'It's not there. . . At least I don't think I can see it. . . she thought, recalling that afternoon. "Tell me, did you feel anything. . . Odd during gym today?"

"O-Odd, Odd how? I mean it was the first co-ed. . ."

"No, I'm talking about. . ." grabbing his hand she pulled him out of the kitchen, into the central room. "That moment in gym when you. . ." releasing his hand she grabbed his shirt, kicked his legs out from under him, and lowered him onto the carpeted floor. "Were like this, and I. . ." She crouched down, kneeling with a leg on each side of Shinji's torso, "Was like this." She concluded, sitting on Shinji's stomach.

"HEY!" Shinji yelled, glancing around uncertainly.

"Well, does this ring any bells?" Asuka asked, leaning forward, looking down at Shinji. "Does it?"

"Quit it!" Shinji responded angrily, as he raised his arms to push Asuka away from him.

Goosh Feeling the softness under his palm, Shinji froze and looked up. His hands were covering Asuka's breasts, and above them he could see the German pilot's anger clouded face. 'I'm. . . I'm not moving, she's not going to hit me.'

Asuka looked angrily down at Shinji, her hands balling into fists. Her right fist rose half an inch, then froze as Asuka looked into the same confidence filled eyes she had seen in PE class.

Then her fists opened as she suddenly realized that Shinji's hands on her breasts felt good. 'No, good's an understatement, this feels absolutely incredible!' She gasped as the hands squeezed gently, sending jagged bolts of pleasure up her spine.

'Mein Gott! If it feels this good through my shirt. . .' Her hands rose, coming to a halt just over the top button of her shirt.