Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Changing Seasons ❯ Changing Seasons 11 ( Chapter 11 )
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By: JErosion 
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 07.13.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Divergence | Uploaded On: 07.13.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: The following is a non-profit work of fan fiction based on the anime and manga Neon Genesis Evangelion by Hideaki Anno and Yoshiyuki Sadamoto and Studio Gainax. Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.
This chapter contains content of a suggestive nature. So if you can't handle that, I suggest you skip this chapter.
Changing Seasons
by: JErosion
Hikari sighed, she bagan to drum the fingers of her right hand. The movie in which they were watching was boring. Now she couldn't call it a bad movie. Because even a bad movie could have some redeeming features such as unintentional humor. Or can even invoke conversation of how terrible it was. But this movie was just boring. The two main characters love each other, but both of them were too full of themselves to admit it. So ultimately neither of them never really show any signs of changing. And although this story took place admist a war. It was just a background setting and had no bearing on the people aside from them having to endure a shortage of vairous goods. Though it was humorous when the leading lady needed a new dress and was forced to cannibalize a heavy curtain for materials to make it.
And Shinji insisted that she pick the movie. Not that he had voiced anything that he had wanted to watch, but she did notice his eye linger on a poster of an action movie that was also playing at this theatre. And after about an hour and a half of this nonsense she would have been more than happy it one of the people on screen had gotten shot. She glanced over at Shinji's profile, she was a little suprised to see that his eyes hadn't glazed over. She then looked out across the theatre. There weren't many people in here. The closest was an old man about two rows and a few seats to the right of them. She stretched out her feet. Damn she was bored.
She turned back to Shinji just in time to see him give her a small smile. He then placed his hand on hers, before returning his attention back to the screen.
She sighed again. She was still hopelessly bored. But she couldn't do a thing until the movie was over. Well, maybe. She had heard some stories. A boy and a girl in a sparsely populated movie theatre. It would be the perfect opportunity to try something. But what that was she didn't know. Granted she had been provided with a massive database of 'things' to do in this situation, courtesy of her older sister. Kodama was all too willing to share those stories with her. She like to refer to them as suggestions. But there was no way she was going to try those things. She could feel the heat rise in her face at the thought of just a few of those. Some of them,... just... well some of them, just seemed so.... dirty.
This is what she got for having morally ambigous role models around her. Kodama had started out as the ideal daughter. Her grades always placed her within the top five of her year. Everything she did was about being about being proper and always doing the right thing. It is amazing how things can change. Her older sister went from lecturing her about things that girl's weren't suppost to do, to giving her lurid accounts of just how great she found oral sex to be. If anything her and Shinji weren't anywhere near that point yet. But she was starting to feel comfortable enough that she wouldn't mind if he tried to touch her. Like her maybe her breasts, or maybe even her butt. However Shinji wasn't able to read her mind. And she still had difficulty voicing her desires.
Like her desire to experiment a little. To try a little touching. But there was also another desire. She wanted it to be perfectly clear that he belong to her. And although it even sounded possessive in her ears, it wasn't about ownership. She also wanted him to know that she was his as well. This line of thinking was kinda dangerous. But she was afraid. Afraid that Asuka may actually try and steal him away from her. The only thing that seemed to be holding the redhead back was her personal hang-ups. And the second she got over them, she would openly pursue him, rather than continue with her disinterested ruse. And that left her in an unfortunate position. She felt the need to 'beat Asuka to the punch'. But how? And in what way. She had to try. She had to do something before the redhead did. She lacked alot of experience with such things. So what did she do. How could she start. Did she lean into him? Whisper some torrid innuendo into ear? Accidently drop her hand onto his ch-
She blinked a bit, stopping in mid thought. She looked down at her hand with strange curiosity. Just what was he doing? He had pulled back his hand from hers a bit, resting his palm upon her wrist. And he was sliding his finger around in a circle on top of her middle and index fingers. He completely ignored the rest of her hand and just concentrated on those two digits. The tip of his finger would slide down her middle finger and then slide back up her index. And he kept doing this. She looked up at his face, even in the darkness of the theatre she could see the red in his face. He didn't turn to look at her but she could see his eyes dart towards her and then to her hand. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards. She brought her eyes back down to their joined limbs.
It was strange really, the feeling that was starting to creep into her. And she continued to watch as his actions. He'd move his finger clockwise, and then he would stop and move in the opposite direction. It was odd how such a thing could so grab her attention. It seemed so much more interesting than the movie. But... she released a breath she had been holding, as his finger stopped. It only lasted for a second or two but he stared to rub the furrow between his knuckles. She swallowed as his finger resumed it's travels. But something odd occured to Hikari. It was like....
The brain was a marvelous organ. It is highly capable of adapting itself to any stituation that was required of it. And in this case, Hikari's brain was at work associating the feeling Shinji was apply to her fingers to another, far more intimate part of her anatomy. And even as she began to realized this connection her breathing changed to match the up and down motion that he was taking. Her heart was starting to beat faster. And a soft pink rose up into her cheeks. This shouldn't be happening. She started telling herself that she shouldn't be feeling this way. Her leg jerked slightly as he changed his movements again. He abandon his circular movements and now moved the tip of his exploring finger down the valley her two fingers had formed.
No! Stop! She cried out mentally. He just... All that slow touching. And that careful rubbing. And now he.... He dipped his finger inside her. His fingernail disappearing, he with drew it, and started to rub her again. She started to feel uncomfortably warm. His finger reached in again, almost causing the first joint of the intruding digit to vanish from sight. He pulled it out and pushed it in again. Her thighs squeezed together. She couldn't allow this. No she just couldn't. She tightened her muscles as much as she could. But it her efforts seemed in vain. Please don't! He was far more powerful, far more determine. And he broke though her half-hearted defenses, thrusting himself all the way in. Her right leg kicked out a bit, her shoe scraping along the ground. She bit her lip and looked away. She felt as though she was burning up inside, a thin layer of sweat began to form on her skin. She felt shaky. Her heart was a second away from bursting out of her chest.
The more she tried to resist it, the more power it gained over her. She could no longer pretend to ignore it. And she could only look away for a second before her eye's were drawn back to what he was doing. No more! With steady and increasing speed she saw his finger plunge into her with the repetitous motions of a hand pump. She watched her own flesh cling to him, bulging out obscenely every time he pull his finger out. And sucking back in when ever he push forward. Over and over again he pushed in and out of her.
Then he stopped pulling his finger almost all the way out. She thought for a moment that he had somehow heard her prayers some how. That he could really read her mind and had stopped realizing the cruelity that he had inflicted upon her. But no he hadn't ended it. He had one more thing he had to do. One more act that would strip away at her self-control. His middle finger then joined it's brother and together they swiftly dipped inside her. Oh God! That.... That was too much. She couldn't take it any more. s-She... she co-
And all at once she bucked her hips out and her throat betrayed her by releasing a moan she had been holding back. And with that the spell was over. She was horrified at what she just did. It shouldn't have happened. But she couldn't stop herself. She looked to Shinji, finding him staring at her with wide eyes. There was no way that he could deny what he was doing. But he did look a little shocked. Like maybe he didn't intend for it to go as far as it had. He had stopped his movements, yet he found that he couldn't withdraw himself from her as she curled her fingers around him. And he found himself mesmerized by the look that took hold of her features. She leaned into him. For a moment he thought she meant to kiss him. But no, she stop short dropping her head against his neck and shoulder. She pressed herself into his arm tightly. It took him a few moments to get over the fact that he could feel her breast on his arm. But he did notice how hard her heart was beating.
She was so close to it. She had stopped herself from just flat out telling him. Of begging him to finish it. To finish her. For him to do it for real. She was just so close. All he would have to do was touch her once and that would be enough. She was too wound up to even think about how it was possible that for her to get this way just from just having her hand touched. How could this turn her on so much? Her right hand came over took hold of his wrist. She was feeling desperate. She couldn't ask him what she need, but she could act. She could just pull his hand over and place it between her trembling legs. She was sure he would do the rest. Just slip it the rest of the way up her skirt and just let that wonderfully intrusive finger do it's business. Let him find that little damp spot, and with a single touch send her over that elusive edge, into a world of screaming bliss.
"Hikari?" he whispered.
"mmm"
"um, are you..."
She cut him off tilting her head up kissing his neck right below his jaw. He was suprised by her, especially when she started to suck and pull at his skin with her lips.
"w-Wha- ah!"
He was cut off again as she began to nip at that same spot with her teeth. He allowed it only for a moment or so before he turned his head and his body towards her, forcing her to break from her assault. She pulled herself up closer to him and looked him squarely in the face. The look in her eyes was just... He had seen that look before. Just briefly one a while ago. Even then he had trouble finding the right words necissary to describe it. Desire. Want. Need. Those were the thoughts her eyes conveyed. And he became enthralled by it. So much that he took no real notice to the way she pulled at his arm. How could he when their noses were an inch from touching.
He gasped when his hand touched her legs. He looked down quickly seeing where she had guilded him. The tips of his fingers starting with his thumb spanned from the top of her leg all the way down to her inner thigh. He was suddenly found himself in another one of those moments were time seemed to stop. His eyes traveled back to hers. Normally in a situation like this he would have yanked his hand away. Normally he would be trying to run away. But today was different. Today he was staring into Hikari's eyes and.... he didn't want to flee.
He opened his mouth to ask her.... Well he really didn't know what he was going to ask. Be he had no real need to. She acknowledge his unspoken question with a single nod. In fact she went a little further by parting her legs a little and sinking in her seat just enough to change the orientation of her hips to a slightly more accommodating angle.
He took a deep breath and after a moments hesitation he moved his hand up her leg. He didn't dare look at what his hand was doing. He wouldn't even allow himself to break contact with her gray eyes, not even to blink. He would have to rely on feel alone. His hand inched it's way up a little further, bunching her skirt up as he moved. He took note of a couple of things. Like how warm her legs felt. And how his left hand could move against much easier than his right was at the moment. But he wouldn't chance spoiling this moment by trading off one limb for another. He moved up a little further. Hikari's breathing became deeper with every centimeter he advanced. She no longer felt warm either. Her skin was hot, like it was on fire. He moved further along. Knowing he was just a second away from really touching her.
She inhaled sharply in a small gasp. He did it, the side of his pinky had made contact with fabric. He moved a little more, his ring finger joining the other one. HIkari's eyes waned, and her entire body trembled. Even her breathing shook. He was sure he could slide his fingers over alittle more and sqeeze another on into their ranks. But with the position his hand was in and with how tight the space she provided was, he decided not to. No there was only one thing left. He flexed his hand squeezing her leg and also curling the two fingers he held against her panties. He kept the tips of those fingers pressed gently on to her as they moved. And then he relaxed his grip allowing his fingers to push down flatly into her.
He would have continued this motion. But she gasped and jerked violently. He could see her chest hitch. For a moment he was afraid she was going to throw up. Instead she rushed into him, emptying her lungs against shoulder in a silent scream. She held onto him, emmiting small moans with every between every gasp of air she tried to take in. He extracted his hand from her, and pulled it up and then around her. He held her until her labored breaths subsided.
He looked at her profile carefully. She looked straight ahead, with what could have been described as an inebriated expersion. Her eyes looked sleepy. And her smile was blithe, and carefree. And she.... Well, she glowed. Her cheeks shinned with a radiant pink.
In all honestly he wasn't sure what to think about what had happened in the theatre. In all honestly he wasn't sure why he started rubbing her fingers like that. It was just one of those things that pop in your head, and even though you know that it's something you shouldn't you do, you do it anyways. And besides, he could only fake interest in a boring movie for so long. And boredom was the leading cause of teenage mischief. Although boys his age would probably have tried something great deal more.... perverse. But since this was new territory for him he thought it was best to start small. And somehow he came up with fingering his girlfriend's hand. He almost didn't do it. Even to him it started to seem like a weird and stupid thing to try. So it was quite a suprise that his actions were recieved with such a welcomed reception. And she moaned from him just touching her hand! She actually moaned!
The sound of it still resonated in his head. Making him breathe a little deeper, and causing his heart to work a little harder. And... his pants to became a little tighter. And what her cry didn't accomplish, her pulling his hand onto her leg, finished. He had never done anything like that before so he wasn't sure what to expect. The first thing he discovered was just how soft her legs felt. The next thing he encountered as his hand traveled up her skirt was the heat. Or prehaps he could say the word humidity instead. Still those things paled in comparison to the feel of her panties. The garment felt remarkably thin, and did nothing to hide what laid beneath. He could feel everything. From the hardness of her pelvic bone to the quivering softness of her secret flesh.
Hikari fell forward a little, hastily regaining her balance before he could fall on her face. She giggled at her self. Shinji venture a glance in back of them. The was nothing on the sidewalk. She had just tripped on air. He smiled.
"um, You ok?"
She giggled again.
"I'm just a little.... lightheaded."
He couldn't help but marvel at the way she shined. And he was the one to make her like that. It was his hand. She stepped right into him and kissed him. She was being rather bold. So much like Misato was once she started to drink. But Hikari wasn't under the influence of any alcohol. No she was drunk on euphoria. This was nothing like the studious class representative he saw in school. There she never did anything that went against the rules. Now they were kissing on the street. Not that there were any rules that specifically forebade such things. But then again he didn't particularly care for rules at the moment. He found that unlike those incidents with Asuka, he felt comfortable with Hikari. In fact he felt just happy to be with her at that moment.
This chapter contains content of a suggestive nature. So if you can't handle that, I suggest you skip this chapter.
Changing Seasons
by: JErosion
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Chapter 11Hikari sighed, she bagan to drum the fingers of her right hand. The movie in which they were watching was boring. Now she couldn't call it a bad movie. Because even a bad movie could have some redeeming features such as unintentional humor. Or can even invoke conversation of how terrible it was. But this movie was just boring. The two main characters love each other, but both of them were too full of themselves to admit it. So ultimately neither of them never really show any signs of changing. And although this story took place admist a war. It was just a background setting and had no bearing on the people aside from them having to endure a shortage of vairous goods. Though it was humorous when the leading lady needed a new dress and was forced to cannibalize a heavy curtain for materials to make it.
And Shinji insisted that she pick the movie. Not that he had voiced anything that he had wanted to watch, but she did notice his eye linger on a poster of an action movie that was also playing at this theatre. And after about an hour and a half of this nonsense she would have been more than happy it one of the people on screen had gotten shot. She glanced over at Shinji's profile, she was a little suprised to see that his eyes hadn't glazed over. She then looked out across the theatre. There weren't many people in here. The closest was an old man about two rows and a few seats to the right of them. She stretched out her feet. Damn she was bored.
She turned back to Shinji just in time to see him give her a small smile. He then placed his hand on hers, before returning his attention back to the screen.
She sighed again. She was still hopelessly bored. But she couldn't do a thing until the movie was over. Well, maybe. She had heard some stories. A boy and a girl in a sparsely populated movie theatre. It would be the perfect opportunity to try something. But what that was she didn't know. Granted she had been provided with a massive database of 'things' to do in this situation, courtesy of her older sister. Kodama was all too willing to share those stories with her. She like to refer to them as suggestions. But there was no way she was going to try those things. She could feel the heat rise in her face at the thought of just a few of those. Some of them,... just... well some of them, just seemed so.... dirty.
This is what she got for having morally ambigous role models around her. Kodama had started out as the ideal daughter. Her grades always placed her within the top five of her year. Everything she did was about being about being proper and always doing the right thing. It is amazing how things can change. Her older sister went from lecturing her about things that girl's weren't suppost to do, to giving her lurid accounts of just how great she found oral sex to be. If anything her and Shinji weren't anywhere near that point yet. But she was starting to feel comfortable enough that she wouldn't mind if he tried to touch her. Like her maybe her breasts, or maybe even her butt. However Shinji wasn't able to read her mind. And she still had difficulty voicing her desires.
Like her desire to experiment a little. To try a little touching. But there was also another desire. She wanted it to be perfectly clear that he belong to her. And although it even sounded possessive in her ears, it wasn't about ownership. She also wanted him to know that she was his as well. This line of thinking was kinda dangerous. But she was afraid. Afraid that Asuka may actually try and steal him away from her. The only thing that seemed to be holding the redhead back was her personal hang-ups. And the second she got over them, she would openly pursue him, rather than continue with her disinterested ruse. And that left her in an unfortunate position. She felt the need to 'beat Asuka to the punch'. But how? And in what way. She had to try. She had to do something before the redhead did. She lacked alot of experience with such things. So what did she do. How could she start. Did she lean into him? Whisper some torrid innuendo into ear? Accidently drop her hand onto his ch-
She blinked a bit, stopping in mid thought. She looked down at her hand with strange curiosity. Just what was he doing? He had pulled back his hand from hers a bit, resting his palm upon her wrist. And he was sliding his finger around in a circle on top of her middle and index fingers. He completely ignored the rest of her hand and just concentrated on those two digits. The tip of his finger would slide down her middle finger and then slide back up her index. And he kept doing this. She looked up at his face, even in the darkness of the theatre she could see the red in his face. He didn't turn to look at her but she could see his eyes dart towards her and then to her hand. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards. She brought her eyes back down to their joined limbs.
It was strange really, the feeling that was starting to creep into her. And she continued to watch as his actions. He'd move his finger clockwise, and then he would stop and move in the opposite direction. It was odd how such a thing could so grab her attention. It seemed so much more interesting than the movie. But... she released a breath she had been holding, as his finger stopped. It only lasted for a second or two but he stared to rub the furrow between his knuckles. She swallowed as his finger resumed it's travels. But something odd occured to Hikari. It was like....
The brain was a marvelous organ. It is highly capable of adapting itself to any stituation that was required of it. And in this case, Hikari's brain was at work associating the feeling Shinji was apply to her fingers to another, far more intimate part of her anatomy. And even as she began to realized this connection her breathing changed to match the up and down motion that he was taking. Her heart was starting to beat faster. And a soft pink rose up into her cheeks. This shouldn't be happening. She started telling herself that she shouldn't be feeling this way. Her leg jerked slightly as he changed his movements again. He abandon his circular movements and now moved the tip of his exploring finger down the valley her two fingers had formed.
No! Stop! She cried out mentally. He just... All that slow touching. And that careful rubbing. And now he.... He dipped his finger inside her. His fingernail disappearing, he with drew it, and started to rub her again. She started to feel uncomfortably warm. His finger reached in again, almost causing the first joint of the intruding digit to vanish from sight. He pulled it out and pushed it in again. Her thighs squeezed together. She couldn't allow this. No she just couldn't. She tightened her muscles as much as she could. But it her efforts seemed in vain. Please don't! He was far more powerful, far more determine. And he broke though her half-hearted defenses, thrusting himself all the way in. Her right leg kicked out a bit, her shoe scraping along the ground. She bit her lip and looked away. She felt as though she was burning up inside, a thin layer of sweat began to form on her skin. She felt shaky. Her heart was a second away from bursting out of her chest.
The more she tried to resist it, the more power it gained over her. She could no longer pretend to ignore it. And she could only look away for a second before her eye's were drawn back to what he was doing. No more! With steady and increasing speed she saw his finger plunge into her with the repetitous motions of a hand pump. She watched her own flesh cling to him, bulging out obscenely every time he pull his finger out. And sucking back in when ever he push forward. Over and over again he pushed in and out of her.
Then he stopped pulling his finger almost all the way out. She thought for a moment that he had somehow heard her prayers some how. That he could really read her mind and had stopped realizing the cruelity that he had inflicted upon her. But no he hadn't ended it. He had one more thing he had to do. One more act that would strip away at her self-control. His middle finger then joined it's brother and together they swiftly dipped inside her. Oh God! That.... That was too much. She couldn't take it any more. s-She... she co-
And all at once she bucked her hips out and her throat betrayed her by releasing a moan she had been holding back. And with that the spell was over. She was horrified at what she just did. It shouldn't have happened. But she couldn't stop herself. She looked to Shinji, finding him staring at her with wide eyes. There was no way that he could deny what he was doing. But he did look a little shocked. Like maybe he didn't intend for it to go as far as it had. He had stopped his movements, yet he found that he couldn't withdraw himself from her as she curled her fingers around him. And he found himself mesmerized by the look that took hold of her features. She leaned into him. For a moment he thought she meant to kiss him. But no, she stop short dropping her head against his neck and shoulder. She pressed herself into his arm tightly. It took him a few moments to get over the fact that he could feel her breast on his arm. But he did notice how hard her heart was beating.
She was so close to it. She had stopped herself from just flat out telling him. Of begging him to finish it. To finish her. For him to do it for real. She was just so close. All he would have to do was touch her once and that would be enough. She was too wound up to even think about how it was possible that for her to get this way just from just having her hand touched. How could this turn her on so much? Her right hand came over took hold of his wrist. She was feeling desperate. She couldn't ask him what she need, but she could act. She could just pull his hand over and place it between her trembling legs. She was sure he would do the rest. Just slip it the rest of the way up her skirt and just let that wonderfully intrusive finger do it's business. Let him find that little damp spot, and with a single touch send her over that elusive edge, into a world of screaming bliss.
"Hikari?" he whispered.
"mmm"
"um, are you..."
She cut him off tilting her head up kissing his neck right below his jaw. He was suprised by her, especially when she started to suck and pull at his skin with her lips.
"w-Wha- ah!"
He was cut off again as she began to nip at that same spot with her teeth. He allowed it only for a moment or so before he turned his head and his body towards her, forcing her to break from her assault. She pulled herself up closer to him and looked him squarely in the face. The look in her eyes was just... He had seen that look before. Just briefly one a while ago. Even then he had trouble finding the right words necissary to describe it. Desire. Want. Need. Those were the thoughts her eyes conveyed. And he became enthralled by it. So much that he took no real notice to the way she pulled at his arm. How could he when their noses were an inch from touching.
He gasped when his hand touched her legs. He looked down quickly seeing where she had guilded him. The tips of his fingers starting with his thumb spanned from the top of her leg all the way down to her inner thigh. He was suddenly found himself in another one of those moments were time seemed to stop. His eyes traveled back to hers. Normally in a situation like this he would have yanked his hand away. Normally he would be trying to run away. But today was different. Today he was staring into Hikari's eyes and.... he didn't want to flee.
He opened his mouth to ask her.... Well he really didn't know what he was going to ask. Be he had no real need to. She acknowledge his unspoken question with a single nod. In fact she went a little further by parting her legs a little and sinking in her seat just enough to change the orientation of her hips to a slightly more accommodating angle.
He took a deep breath and after a moments hesitation he moved his hand up her leg. He didn't dare look at what his hand was doing. He wouldn't even allow himself to break contact with her gray eyes, not even to blink. He would have to rely on feel alone. His hand inched it's way up a little further, bunching her skirt up as he moved. He took note of a couple of things. Like how warm her legs felt. And how his left hand could move against much easier than his right was at the moment. But he wouldn't chance spoiling this moment by trading off one limb for another. He moved up a little further. Hikari's breathing became deeper with every centimeter he advanced. She no longer felt warm either. Her skin was hot, like it was on fire. He moved further along. Knowing he was just a second away from really touching her.
She inhaled sharply in a small gasp. He did it, the side of his pinky had made contact with fabric. He moved a little more, his ring finger joining the other one. HIkari's eyes waned, and her entire body trembled. Even her breathing shook. He was sure he could slide his fingers over alittle more and sqeeze another on into their ranks. But with the position his hand was in and with how tight the space she provided was, he decided not to. No there was only one thing left. He flexed his hand squeezing her leg and also curling the two fingers he held against her panties. He kept the tips of those fingers pressed gently on to her as they moved. And then he relaxed his grip allowing his fingers to push down flatly into her.
He would have continued this motion. But she gasped and jerked violently. He could see her chest hitch. For a moment he was afraid she was going to throw up. Instead she rushed into him, emptying her lungs against shoulder in a silent scream. She held onto him, emmiting small moans with every between every gasp of air she tried to take in. He extracted his hand from her, and pulled it up and then around her. He held her until her labored breaths subsided.
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They had left the theatre well before the movie had ended. Walking side by side in a strange silence. They held hands in an odd sort of way.The backs of their hands were facing each other. He had clamped his middle and index finger around the middle finger of her hand, while she did the same to his index finger.He looked at her profile carefully. She looked straight ahead, with what could have been described as an inebriated expersion. Her eyes looked sleepy. And her smile was blithe, and carefree. And she.... Well, she glowed. Her cheeks shinned with a radiant pink.
In all honestly he wasn't sure what to think about what had happened in the theatre. In all honestly he wasn't sure why he started rubbing her fingers like that. It was just one of those things that pop in your head, and even though you know that it's something you shouldn't you do, you do it anyways. And besides, he could only fake interest in a boring movie for so long. And boredom was the leading cause of teenage mischief. Although boys his age would probably have tried something great deal more.... perverse. But since this was new territory for him he thought it was best to start small. And somehow he came up with fingering his girlfriend's hand. He almost didn't do it. Even to him it started to seem like a weird and stupid thing to try. So it was quite a suprise that his actions were recieved with such a welcomed reception. And she moaned from him just touching her hand! She actually moaned!
The sound of it still resonated in his head. Making him breathe a little deeper, and causing his heart to work a little harder. And... his pants to became a little tighter. And what her cry didn't accomplish, her pulling his hand onto her leg, finished. He had never done anything like that before so he wasn't sure what to expect. The first thing he discovered was just how soft her legs felt. The next thing he encountered as his hand traveled up her skirt was the heat. Or prehaps he could say the word humidity instead. Still those things paled in comparison to the feel of her panties. The garment felt remarkably thin, and did nothing to hide what laid beneath. He could feel everything. From the hardness of her pelvic bone to the quivering softness of her secret flesh.
Hikari fell forward a little, hastily regaining her balance before he could fall on her face. She giggled at her self. Shinji venture a glance in back of them. The was nothing on the sidewalk. She had just tripped on air. He smiled.
"um, You ok?"
She giggled again.
"I'm just a little.... lightheaded."
He couldn't help but marvel at the way she shined. And he was the one to make her like that. It was his hand. She stepped right into him and kissed him. She was being rather bold. So much like Misato was once she started to drink. But Hikari wasn't under the influence of any alcohol. No she was drunk on euphoria. This was nothing like the studious class representative he saw in school. There she never did anything that went against the rules. Now they were kissing on the street. Not that there were any rules that specifically forebade such things. But then again he didn't particularly care for rules at the moment. He found that unlike those incidents with Asuka, he felt comfortable with Hikari. In fact he felt just happy to be with her at that moment.
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Author's note: Now the thing with the hand was something I did with a girlfriend once while riding in the back of a friend's car. And much like I had Hikari do, she too also moaned a bucked her hips out. Earning us the stares of the two people in the front seat. So gentlemen you might want to give this a try with a lady friend. Although it may help if she is artsy and has a vivid imagenation.