Dream 03 - 2/02
It felt like he'd been cleaning the apartment forever. Of course, when one lived with Misato Katsuragi, keeping the place clean was almost a Sisyphean task in and of itself. But, at long last, the place was finally clean, Shinji thought with pride, wiping some sweat from his forehead.
And just in time, too! No sooner had Shinji finished cleaning up the place than the door opened heralding Misato's return home from her daily work at NERV. She was, of course, holding a brand-new case of beer, Shinji noted with dismay. "Oh! Shinji," she began, clearly surprised. "You cleaned up! That must have taken you all day!"
Well, he didn't like to brag, but... "Ah heh heh heh..." Shinji chuckled sheepishly, scratching his head. "Really, it was nothing!"
"No, it was something." And then this was Misato, her voice low and sure, leaning down right in front of them so that they were face-to-face. Shinji averted his eyes, very pointedly trying not to look down her low-cut blouse. He wasn't going to look, he wasn't going to look, he... oh damn. He'd looked.
The older woman smiled at him, gently pushing him back against the wall and taking off her jacket. Boy, that shirt looked a lot shorter when there wasn't anything else covering it...! "You've been working very hard all day, Shinji. Not just here, but at NERV... your synchronization readings are off the charts. You've been doing so well." Misato leaned in, pointedly pressing her very full, very soft lips to his - he could smell her perfume. "And I think you deserve a reward for all your hard work."
She pushed him again, and he stumbled backwards - not against the wall, but falling back onto his futon. When did we get to my room...? Misato smiled down at him, reaching down to grab the hem of her blouse and sloooooooowly pull it up over her head - Shinji's eyes went wide, and he couldn't have managed to get a protest out, even if he'd wanted to.
"Ikari." A soft voice came from the side - Shinji jerked his head around to look over quickly. Rei Ayanami was standing there in the middle of the room, completely naked except for a brown towel that she'd draped around her neck... and it wasn't leaving much to Shinji's imagination, that's for sure. He didn't recall seeing her enter the room. Rei walked over to the futon, kneeling down at his side and placing a pale white hand on his chest.
"A-Ayanami?!"
"Your numbers are better than mine. You have been doing well, Shinji." Her voice was the same eerie monotone he'd come to expect from her, but the look in her eyes - was it affection? - was noticably different. And then she was leaning over him, kissing his forehead, even as Misato - now topless - laid down beside him, rubbing her hand over his chest.
There was a flash of yellow and orange from the doorway, and Shinji somehow tore his attention from the other two women to look - Asuka was standing there, wrapped in the towel that she usually wore to the bath, her hands on her hips and an angry look on her face. "What do you all think you're doing?!" she shouted, stalking over to the group. Shinji tried to protest, tried to tell her that this wasn't his idea, but really, he didn't think she'd believe him (and it wasn't like he wasn't LIKING it).
Then the towel dropped to the ground, and Asuka practically pounced on him, straddling his legs and looking down at him. "Shinji's the best Eva pilot, so he deserves the best girl. Me." She then took his head in her hands and leaned down, kissing him passionately on the mouth.
At some point, his shirt was removed, but how that managed without Asuka ever getting off of him, Shinji had no idea. And... and then there was Asuka, her mouth pressed to Ayanami's, the two of them eagerly kissing each other while both completely naked, and Misato was slowly removing his pants, and.... and...!
*And this would be Shinji lying awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling in a mixture of abject disappointment that the dream had cut off before any of the good stuff, and utter horror at the realization that Asuka had probably seen it and would be well on her way to murder him by now*
And just in time, too! No sooner had Shinji finished cleaning up the place than the door opened heralding Misato's return home from her daily work at NERV. She was, of course, holding a brand-new case of beer, Shinji noted with dismay. "Oh! Shinji," she began, clearly surprised. "You cleaned up! That must have taken you all day!"
Well, he didn't like to brag, but... "Ah heh heh heh..." Shinji chuckled sheepishly, scratching his head. "Really, it was nothing!"
"No, it was something." And then this was Misato, her voice low and sure, leaning down right in front of them so that they were face-to-face. Shinji averted his eyes, very pointedly trying not to look down her low-cut blouse. He wasn't going to look, he wasn't going to look, he... oh damn. He'd looked.
The older woman smiled at him, gently pushing him back against the wall and taking off her jacket. Boy, that shirt looked a lot shorter when there wasn't anything else covering it...! "You've been working very hard all day, Shinji. Not just here, but at NERV... your synchronization readings are off the charts. You've been doing so well." Misato leaned in, pointedly pressing her very full, very soft lips to his - he could smell her perfume. "And I think you deserve a reward for all your hard work."
She pushed him again, and he stumbled backwards - not against the wall, but falling back onto his futon. When did we get to my room...? Misato smiled down at him, reaching down to grab the hem of her blouse and sloooooooowly pull it up over her head - Shinji's eyes went wide, and he couldn't have managed to get a protest out, even if he'd wanted to.
"Ikari." A soft voice came from the side - Shinji jerked his head around to look over quickly. Rei Ayanami was standing there in the middle of the room, completely naked except for a brown towel that she'd draped around her neck... and it wasn't leaving much to Shinji's imagination, that's for sure. He didn't recall seeing her enter the room. Rei walked over to the futon, kneeling down at his side and placing a pale white hand on his chest.
"A-Ayanami?!"
"Your numbers are better than mine. You have been doing well, Shinji." Her voice was the same eerie monotone he'd come to expect from her, but the look in her eyes - was it affection? - was noticably different. And then she was leaning over him, kissing his forehead, even as Misato - now topless - laid down beside him, rubbing her hand over his chest.
There was a flash of yellow and orange from the doorway, and Shinji somehow tore his attention from the other two women to look - Asuka was standing there, wrapped in the towel that she usually wore to the bath, her hands on her hips and an angry look on her face. "What do you all think you're doing?!" she shouted, stalking over to the group. Shinji tried to protest, tried to tell her that this wasn't his idea, but really, he didn't think she'd believe him (and it wasn't like he wasn't LIKING it).
Then the towel dropped to the ground, and Asuka practically pounced on him, straddling his legs and looking down at him. "Shinji's the best Eva pilot, so he deserves the best girl. Me." She then took his head in her hands and leaned down, kissing him passionately on the mouth.
At some point, his shirt was removed, but how that managed without Asuka ever getting off of him, Shinji had no idea. And... and then there was Asuka, her mouth pressed to Ayanami's, the two of them eagerly kissing each other while both completely naked, and Misato was slowly removing his pants, and.... and...!
*And this would be Shinji lying awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling in a mixture of abject disappointment that the dream had cut off before any of the good stuff, and utter horror at the realization that Asuka had probably seen it and would be well on her way to murder him by now*