Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Comparative Studies ❯ Chemistry ( Chapter 2 )
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Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.05.2013 | Pages: 4 | Words: 7.4K | Visits: 4.2K | Status: Work In Progress
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Neon Genesis Evangelion:
Comparative Studies.
Chapter Two: Chemistry.
By: hawker_748
Misato Katsuragi breathed in the conditioned air of Terminal Dogma, the faint odor of cigarette smoke briefly registering with her as the light from various monitors glared in the darkness. Synchronization tests were always a little tense, but Misato would rather have to face a million of them than a single instance of actual combat, especially since she was the guardian of one of the pilots, and de facto mother of two of them. The two children in her care should have been spending their time thinking about homework, or finding a date, not wearing a plugsuit and A-10 neural connectors, and completely submerged in the bloodlike Link Connect Liquid.
But fate had selected Shinji Ikari, Asuka Langley Sohryu, and Rei Ayanami as Evangelion pilots, and the Children had to grow up far sooner than was fair, and bear the weight of protecting humanity on their growing shoulders. As much as Shinji and Asuka may have disliked synch tests, having them unready when combat eventually reared its unwelcome head was unacceptable, and so Misato would do whatever she had to do to keep them prepared.
It didn’t mean she had to like it any more than they did.
“How much longer is this going to take?”
Dr. Ritsuko Akagi, the head of Project E, took a final puff on her cigarette and crushed it out in an already overflowing ashtray. “It’ll be done when it’s done Misato,” she patiently told her best friend. “Shouldn’t you be used to this by now? Look at the pilots, none of them have complained yet…”
“That’s because none of them had to work through lunch,” Misato grumped. “I’m starving here.”
Ritsuko smiled faintly; in some ways Misato was more immature than the children she looked after. She could barely look after her own apartment, - (Shinji’s arrival had probably saved her from death by malnutrition) - but when things got serious, there was no one Ritsuko trusted more than Misato. During an Angel attack Misato became a brilliant strategist, her ideas often unconventional, but always effective. Commander Ikari had chosen well when he’d made her Tactical Operations Officer.
But at times like this she seemed less like Alexander the Great and more like a spoiled teenager. “If you actually did your paperwork when it arrived and quit wishing it would just disappear, you wouldn’t get buried by deadlines.”
Misato sniffed imperiously. “Unlike you, I don’t have a lackey –excuse me, protégé- to foist all my work onto.”
Ritsuko bristled. “I do my own paperwork, and being in charge of the entire project, and the MAGI, is extremely demanding.” Taking a deep breath and a sip of her cooling coffee, Ritsuko tried to return the focus of the conversation to relevant topics. “Rei, your synch level is up two percentage points, very good. Asuka, you’re up one percent, but you’re still at the top… You’ve gone up five points Shinji, that’s remarkable. You keep that up, you’ll pass Asuka one day.”
“It’ll be a cold day in Hell first!” Asuka snarled back, reminding everyone of the two way nature of the transmitter.
Still in a mischievous mood, Misato decided to tweak her fiery room-mate for amusement. “First Shinji beats you at physics, and now his synch rate’s getting better. You haven’t had much luck beating him…” she cheerfully pointed out.
The wall of enraged German that came from the speakers made everyone wince until it was mercifully cut off by Ritsuko hitting the ‘Mute’ button. Misato hadn’t used German in years, and she was more than a little rusty, but she suspected what she hadn’t understood in the outburst would make a German sailor blush. From the way Asuka’s vocal cords were vibrating, Misato was surprised she couldn’t still hear her, even without the radio.
“That wasn’t very nice,” Ritsuko rebuked.
“She needs a little friction every now and then,” Misato replied dismissively. “And it’s not like Shinji can do it.”
Ritsuko shook her head, switching the mute button off when Asuka had finished her verbal assault. “You’ve all shown improvement,” she remarked, trying to play the peacemaker. She felt a little relieved when Asuka seemed to be mollified by the praise.
Misato yawned and stretched, her back creaking in appreciation, and a loud growl coming from her stomach. Scowling at Ritsuko’s chuckle, she leaned towards the microphone. “We’re done for today. Shinji, Asuka, get cleaned up so Shinji can make dinner. I’m hungry.”
“Misato…”
“What?&# 8221; Turning to look at her friend, Misato was taken aback by the smile Ritsuko was wearing. It was the look of someone expecting great amusement, likely at the expense of someone else.
“Don’t tell me you forgot.”
“Forgot what?” The way Ritsuko’s smile widened made Misato shudder, rather like she was a minnow staring into a great white’s grinning maw.
“I’ll be helping Shinji study tonight.”
“Wait… What?! Why didn’t you tell me?!” Asuka screeched, making Shinji cringe. “Hikari’s out tonight, I’ll have to eat the schiesse Misato calls food! If I die, it’s own YOUR conscience, dumbkopf!”
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Shinji babbled quickly. “I-I made something last night, j-just heat it in the oven for half an hour, even Misato couldn’t screw that up.” It was a good thing Shinji couldn’t see his guardian’s face, for the glare she wore might have stopped his heart.
“You did?” Asuka murmured before her arrogance reasserted itself. “Of course you did, you know better than to submit me to Misato’s cooking.”
Ritsuko would swear she could see steam coming from her friend’s ears. “Don’t worry, I’ll have him back before he turns into a pumpkin.” Chuckling softly, she went to refill her mug and light another cigarette as Misato began to chew out her two charges, telling them that their chores had doubled for the next six months.
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Shinji sat quietly in the front passenger seat of Ritsuko’s car, watching the scenery go by, marvelling at being in a car without experiencing fear. Ritsuko drove like he suspected the average person did, without weaving in and out of traffic, or flooring it when the light turned yellow. Misato had harangued him in the Test Plug, while he walked to the change room, pausing only when he went inside to take off his plug suit and shower. When he stepped back into the hallway she’d picked up from where she’d left off, finally ceasing when they’d gone their separate ways in the parking garage.
With Misato’s tirade still fresh in his mind, Shinji used the peace and quiet of the car ride to think about what had happened the night before, and what he hoped would happen later tonight. Ritsuko hadn’t seemed any different when they’d been at NERV, but it wasn’t as if he expected her to sweep him up in her arms and call him ‘studmuffin.’ Shinji had thought about broaching the subject while they were alone, but he’d had no idea how to begin, and he figured that something like ‘about last night…’ would come across as foolish. He was further distracted from saying anything by the way Ritsuko acted when she drove, concentrating on the road and other cars and pedestrians; Shinji had thought it was a novel way to drive.
It wasn’t until further consideration that he realized he’d become too accustomed to driving with Misato.
As Shinji watched Tokyo-3 go by from Ritsuko’s passenger seat, he could feel butterflies in the pit of his stomach, his heartrate increasing as excitement and nervousness caused adrenalin to flow through his system. He discretely wiped his clammy palms on his pants, feeling a thrill run through him when Ritsuko’s apartment building came into view. When she pulled into her parking spot, Shinji thought about rushing out of the car to open her door for her, but he stopped cold when Ritsuko shut off the engine and gave him a dispassionate look. “You didn’t forget your notes, did you?”
“N-no, they’re in my bag…”
Ritsuko nodded curtly. “Good. Let’s go.” She stepped out of the car and strode towards the entrance, leaving Shinji to scramble after her.
The elevator ride was silent and awkward, and Shinji grew even more uneasy with each floor that clicked by. Meekly following Ritsuko to her door he tried to work up the nerve to say something, or at least figure out what he should say, absently tailing her into the apartment, closing the door and taking off his shoes. ‘Would she mind if I hugged her?’ he wondered. The thought of holding Ritsuko made his body react automatically, and Shinji’s prick, which had been at half-mast during the drive over, went fully erect, an uncomfortable encumbrance in his shorts.
“Do you need to go to the bathroom?”
The coldness in Ritsuko’s voice made Shinji flinch. “Ex-excuse me…?”
Ritsuko gave him a blank look. “If you have to go to the bathroom, do it now. I don’t want any interruptions.”
“I already went,” Shinji murmured.
“Perfect. Sit at the table and open your books, I’ll be there in a moment.” Ritsuko turned on her heel and marched to the bedroom, leaving a crestfallen Shinji in her wake.
Disheartened, but somehow not surprised, Shinji trudged into the kitchen, his self-esteem having taken yet another crushing blow. ‘Should have known she’d regret it,’ he thought morosely. ‘I’m just a useless kid, why would she feel anything for me?’ Having his own internal lack of self-worth confirmed yet again was a strangely familiar experience for Shinji, his entire life seemed to be occurrences where he’d let people down, the rare bright spot always hammered down hard by reality.
Feeling oddly vindicated by his sadness Shinji looked up and saw Ritsuko in the kitchen, now wearing a labcoat and glasses, which further enhanced her professional, aloof, and distant air. She filled two cups with water and reached across to place one next to Shinji’s arm. “So you won’t have to stop studying to get a drink,” she explained. “Now,” she stated, pushing her glasses up her nose in a gesture uncomfortably close to Shinji’s father. “Are you studying organic or inorganic chemistry?”
“There’s a difference?” Shinji joked weakly, suppressing a shudder when Ritsuko’s eyes narrowed.
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that… Give me your textbook.” Ritsuko took the book from Shinji’s nervous grip and flipped through a few pages. “Okay, I think I know where to start… Define the difference between organic and inorganic chemistry.”
For the next two hours or so Dr. Akagi mercilessly went over everything Shinji had ever learned in chemistry class, and a lot of things he’d never been taught. Whenever Shinji didn’t have an answer, Ritsuko would begin instructing him, making sure he understood everything before she resumed grilling him. Every time Shinji felt like he couldn’t go on she cajoled him into continuing, breezing through more chapters and concepts than Shinji would have thought possible with a week’s worth of non-stop cramming.
Finally it was over, Ritsuko closing the textbook with a flourish. “Did you get all that?”
Shinji set down his pen and flexed his cramping hand. “Yeah…”
“You sure? Can’t have you unprepared.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll remember.” He meant it too. Ritsuko may have decided she wanted nothing to do with him, but Shinji consoled himself with the idea that at least he’d get a better grade out of everything. He didn’t think it was a fair exchange, a likely ‘A’ for treating him coldly and distantly, but it was better than nothing. He absently worked his shoulders to try to eliminate some of the tension and spasms he was suffering from.
“I’ll be back in a moment, go over your notes and see if you have anything you don’t understand.” Ritsuko walked out of the kitchen, leaving Shinji alone with his notes and his thoughts.
‘I’ll have no trouble on that exam,’ Shinji told himself, trying to look on the upside. ‘But I’ll probably have to make her dinner again,’ he realized. ‘I’ll be alone with her again, and just have to accept her disinterest.’ Shinji was so downcast he didn’t look up when he heard Ritsuko walk in. ‘It would have been better if it hadn’t happened, it wouldn’t feel like-” “What…?” Shinji’s moodiness was sent off the rails by the warm hands resting on his shoulders. “R-Ritsuko…?”
Dr. Akagi’s strong fingers began to knead and squeeze Shinji’s shoulders, working to ease the knots and tension that had them as tight as a drumskin. Before the startled young man could turn his head, Ritsuko leaned forward and gently took the tip of Shinji’s right ear between her lips, tenderly sawing her teeth along the delicate fold of skin. “You’re so tense,” she cooed softly in his ear, smiling to herself when he gasped reflexively.
“W-what are…?”
“I’m so sorry Shinji,” Ritsuko purred in his ear. “I didn’t want to be so cold… But, if you didn’t learn enough, Misato wouldn’t let you come over anymore.”
Shinji let out a soft moan when Ritsuko began suckling on his earlobe, her practiced fingers working out stiffness in his shoulders neck and back. Her warm breath was washing over his ear and he tilted his head to give her easier access, tension draining from one part of his body and gathering in another. He felt himself start to stir, returning to the condition it had been in when he’d first arrived. He let out a deeper moan when Ritsuko began to kiss the side of his neck and slowly slide her hand down the front of his shirt, her fingers warm on his skin even through his clothes, and coming to rest gently on the bulge in the front of his pants.
Ritsuko let out a pleased hum when she felt Shinji’s prick twitch against her caress. “It’s already this hard,” she whispered softly in his ear. “Just like when you arrived.”
Shinji felt his cheeks go red. “You noticed?”
She chuckled. “Hard not to,” she replied dryly, before she let out a sigh. “But I didn’t mean… I didn’t want to be so… cold, but I wanted to make sure you learned. You can’t learn chemistry if you’re fantasizing about me.”
“I wasn’t…”
Ritsuko had known this, it hadn’t been what she’d wanted, but Shinji’s quiet admission still made her cringe. Letting out a deep breath, she came to a decision. “Shinji, I promise I’ll never do that again. I’ll make sure you learn, but I won’t be a bitch about it. Can you forgive me?”
“It’s okay, I understand.”
Ritsuko felt another stab of guilt; the fact that Shinji was so accepting somehow made it even worse. She continued to rub him through his pants, the heat and hardness obvious, and from the soft cries Shinji was letting out, he was obviously enjoying her ministrations. Ritsuko made an instant decision as to what she could do as an apology to Shinji. Releasing the bulge in his crotch, she slowly walked in front of him.
Shinji’s half closed eyes opened wide when he got a good look at Ritsuko; when she’d left the room she’d been wearing her glasses, lab coat, blouse and skirt. Now only the first two items were present. She’d done up maybe two buttons, and he could see from her neck to just over her navel, a narrow V that was pushed apart at the top, the inner curves of her breasts clearly visible, and a hint of her areolas peeking out, her nipples pressing against the white fabric. Below the buttons an inverted V was visible, ending just above her knees, the lab coat opened by the curve of her hips, providing Shinji with a tantalizing glimpse between her lovely legs. “Ritsuko… You-you…”
“You like it?”
“Yes…”
Ritsuko gave Shinji a gentle smile and rested her hand back on the tent he was pitching. She murmured indistinctly as she felt him twitching in her grasp, deftly undoing the button one handed and tugging down the zipper. Ritsuko met Shinji’s lips with her own as she opened his slacks, not surprised to feel that the front of his boxers were wet and sticky. “It must have been difficult to concentrate, being like this,” she whispered into Shinji’s ear as she nibbled on his earlobe.
“I managed,” Shinji rasped, feeling embarrassed that he was so sticky, the head of his member slick with pre-cum.
“You did so well in your studies, I should reward you for that,” Ritsuko purred as she eased the waistband of Shinji’s shorts down, allowing his imprisoned tool to spring free. She stepped back and carefully knelt down in front of Shinji, pushing him back down by his hips when he tried to rise. “Just relax…”
“B-but it’s not cle-Uhhh!” Shinji cried out when Ritsuko brushed the tip of her tongue against the tip of his glans, a strand of his pre-cum joining the two briefly before it snapped.
Ritsuko swirled her tongue around the head of Shinji’s cock, licking away the evidence of his earlier arousal. He’d been so understanding of her, even after the way she’d treated him, that she felt she owed him this. And it wasn’t as if this was an unpleasant task for Ritsuko, as she found she liked the way he was gasping at her touch. She used her left hand to gently take hold of his testicles and squeeze them delicately, the warm orbs moving in her hands as if they were alive. Shinji had proven to be very mindful about hygiene, and since he’d showered after the synch test he was still clean. Ritsuko took hold of the base of his cock and continued to lick all over the tip, until it was shiny with her saliva. When she’d finished cleaning it off, she looked up at Shinji, smiled, opened her mouth and took in the tip, wrapping the shaft with her lips.
Shinji let out a cry and slumped back against the chair. The warmth and wetness that was surrounding his most sensitive part was almost unbearable, and it only got better when Ritsuko moved her head forward and took in even more of his length. He grit his teeth and tried to keep eye contact when she eased back her head and sucked, her cheeks drawn in from her efforts, but he found his head wracking back without even thinking about it. “Ritsuko,” he whined. “It’s too good… I-I’m close…” Shinji was practically panting at this point.
Ritsuko continued to bob her head back and forth, her mouth filled with the flavor of Shinji, feeling his cock rubbing against her tongue as it twitched. With all that he’d endured that evening, she wasn’t expecting Shinji to last very long. This was simply a way to reward him for his suffering and allow him to relax a little, but Ritsuko had to admit she liked the soft cries he was making, and the way he was gently stroking her hair, not simply trying to ram himself down her throat.
Shinji’s eyes went wide as his orgasm became imminent and he tried to pull back, but the chair and the grip Ritsuko had on his shaft prevented that. “R-Ritsuko,” he gasped. “Look out, I-I… Graahhh! Ahhh!”
Ritsuko had sensed Shinji’s body tensing up and had noticed how his breathing had gotten very shallow, and so she was ready when she felt his prick give a violent spasm in her mouth, and her tongue detected a pulse along the underside of it. Jets of silken fire were launched into her mouth and she swallowed them greedily, a tingle going through her as the heat travelled down her throat. Ritsuko continued to suck, even as she felt Shinji’s cock start deflating, determined to get every last drop of his essence. When she was sure she’d gotten it all, and that Shinji was completely cleaned off, Ritsuko carefully took it from her mouth, gave the tip a last kiss and reached up to grasp Shinji’s glass of water, taking a long drink before she set it back down and kissed him hungrily.
His head still swimming from his first blowjob, Shinji returned the kiss with all the vigor he could muster, a sense of profound relief and exhaustion coming over him. When Ritsuko broke the kiss he embraced her tightly and sighed in contentment when she rested her head against his chest, savoring the feeling of closeness and intimacy. He stayed that way for a few minutes before he broke the silence. “Ritsuko?”
“Yes Shinji?”
“Can… can I try that? On you, I mean.”
“You want to?”
“Please.”
Ritsuko felt her lips turn up in a smile as she took hold of Shinji’s hands, planning on leading him to her bedroom. She was surprised when he resisted, staying seated. “Shinji?”
“Could… could you get on the table?” Shinji asked timidly.
Not expecting Shinji to suggest this, but definitely not opposed to it, Ritsuko backed against the table, hiked up her lab coat and eased herself onto the kitchen table, smiling lasciviously at Shinji as she lifted her right leg to rest the heel on the table edge, while her left leg dangled freely. She watched Shinji remove both of his shirts and toss them clear of the table, swallowing nervously as he scooted the chair closer to her, his eyes riveted to Ritsuko’s dripping wet slit.
Shinji looked up into Ritsuko’s eyes, somewhat reluctantly, and reached out with his hands, nervous fingers struggling to undo the two buttons that held the lab coat closed. Ritsuko did nothing to help him, and it took almost a minute for him to get the garment undone and open, treating him to the enticing sight of her virtually naked, the almost eager look she was wearing taking his breath away. As he slowly lowered his face towards the junction of her legs, Ritsuko raised her left one and rested her foot on the back of the chair he was sitting on, giving an unobstructed view of her most secretive part, her neatly trimmed hair just inches away from him. Part of Shinji wanted nothing more than to bury his face between her thighs, but nervousness, as well as not really knowing what to do afterwards held him in check.
Deciding to start cautiously, Shinji nuzzled the inside of Ritsuko’s left thigh with his cheek, planting an occasional kiss along its creamy smooth length. Ritsuko let out a pleased sounding hum and settled back on her elbows, still watching him with a contented smile. Kissing, licking, and sucking the soft skin of her upper leg, Shinji slowly made his way towards Ritsuko’s fragrant cleft, the heady scent of it wafting into his senses. He did know what she tasted like, he’d licked one of his fingers in curiosity after bringing her to climax the last time they’d been together, but the thought of actually licking her was still a little daunting.
Ritsuko saw Shinji move his lips towards her own lower set and felt him give a gentle kiss upon them, much like he might have done against her cheek. She saw him look up at her nervously, and she nodded back at him reassuringly. “It’s okay,” she whispered to him. “I’ll tell you if you’re doing something wrong.” Shinji then lowered his head again and Ritsuko felt his warm lips kissing around her swollen labia, delicate touches that sent sparks shooting up her spine. He kept this up for several minutes, the contact just enough to stimulate her, but not move her any closer towards climax. Ritsuko had the almost maddening thought that Shinji would just keep doing that all evening, keeping her hot but not giving her release when she felt the tip of his warm tongue tracing along the point where her lips met.
“Ohhhh…”
Shinji lifted his eyes up and saw Ritsuko biting her lower lip. Her eyes closed and a slight flush on her cheeks. Figuring that this was a good sign, he licked the same place again, this time pushing a little harder with his tongue, the tip of it just easing its way between her coral pink lips. Ritsuko responded by taking her left leg and resting it on his shoulder, pulling him even closer to her, a throaty moan filling his ears and she pushed her hips up towards him. Pushing his tongue between Ritsuko’s lower lips, her juices washing over it as it plunged into the warm depths, Shinji began to thrash his tongue about, desperate to return the favor she’d given him. Shinji froze for a second when he felt a hand on his head, wondering if he’d done something wrong, only to be pulled, not very delicately, against her, frantic whines reaching his ears.
Ritsuko saw Shinji look up at her with his face still between her legs, his gaze meeting hers as she propped herself up on her left elbow. “K-keep going Shinji,” she murmured. “Don’t stop.” She felt the warm intruder resume probing inside her, rubbing against her dripping walls, and when Shinji swirled his tongue around her, like he was cleaning the inside of a glass, Ritsuko fell off her elbow onto her back and cried out. She could feel her hips arching up even as she used her left leg and right hand to grind up against him. If this bothered Shinji he didn’t act like it, thrashing his tongue inside her, occasionally pulling it out and lapping the tip against her lips, the times he brushed against her clit sending skyrockets off in her mind.
Finding that he really liked how Ritsuko tasted, Shinji kept up his oral efforts as he tried to watch her, but the way she was writhing made that difficult. Her head was resting on the table, and Shinji could see that her mouth was open but he couldn’t look into her eyes, which he found disappointing. There was a blush spreading over her chest and what he could see of her face, and Ritsuko’s left hand was on her left breast, her rock hard nipple being pinched between her thumb and finger. As captivating as it had been to finger her, Shinji found that using his mouth was far more intense and Ritsuko was making noises he hadn’t heard the night before. The fresh rush of moisture against his face left him drenched, and he could feel it dripping off of his chin and trickling down his chest, but this didn’t dissuade him, having the opposite effect. He lapped frantically, wanting to hear what sounds she would make when she came, and hoping he would be able to see her face when she did.
Ritsuko would later wonder why she had noticed that there was a crack in her ceiling, especially when her body seemed totally focused on the feeling of Shinji’s warm breath on her most sensitive areas, and the way his tongue felt as it explored deep inside her. There were sparks shooting up her spine as sensitive nerves were worked into a frenzy by the young man’s efforts, her nipples sending additional stimulation as she frantically tweaked them. Ritsuko could hear herself crying out as she was relentlessly pushed towards her peak, goose bumps appearing on her exposed skin as a film of sweat coated her body, making her lab coat stick to her, the itchy feeling a strange counterpoint to the rising ecstasy. She could feel Shinji’s spit and her own fluids practically running down her inner thighs, doubtlessly soaking into the white fabric; she struggled to make a mental note to get a new one before going into work the next day, it wouldn’t do for her to smell of sex in Terminal Dogma.
“Ohhh! Ahhh!”
The frantic cries Ritsuko was making, and the way she was thrashing beneath him made Shinji’s erection return to granite-like hardness. He couldn’t believe how sexy it was, the primal way she was grinding against him, as if seeing him as nothing more than a means to achieve release; he was a little surprised to realize being viewed like that didn’t seem too bad. Shinji felt tears form in his eyes when Ritsuko gripped his hair so tightly it hurt, her back arching and letting out a hoarse cry that momentarily made him think he’d hurt her. She spasmed wildly underneath him, as if she was trying to toss him off her, but the way she was holding onto him made that impossible. Ritsuko was gushing against his face, making him feel soaked, and Shinji was glad he’d taken his shirts off, they would have gotten soaking wet. She finally stopped gyrating and Shinji ceased his licking, trying to catch his breath as he rested against her, not expecting that it would have been such a vigorous experience for himself as well.
Laying on the hard table, panting heavily as she tried to get her wind back, Ritsuko revelled in the release of tension and endorphins, enjoying the afterglow of Shinji’s efforts. She couldn’t even think of speaking, she simply stared at the ceiling in amazement, never expecting Shinji to make her feel that good; she figured he’d try his best, but she’d never thought she’d be reduced to a shaking wreck. Ritsuko looked down and saw Shinji resting against her inner thigh, the wetness apparently not bothering him in the slightest. After countless minutes of intimate silence, she pushed herself up and took hold of Shinji’s face, gazing adoringly at him as she moved towards him, their lips meeting in a tender kiss, Ritsuko’s tongue easing into his mouth, figuring (correctly) that his was rather tired.
Shinji could feel himself throbbing, surprised that he was this hard again, something that had never happened before when he’d taken matters into his own hands. He had to stand up a little for his lips to reach Ritsuko’s, and the head of his member brushed against her inner thigh, the warmth transferring to him and making him shudder. It was as plain as day what his body wanted, but Shinji wasn’t about to press his luck by making a move that he might end up regretting.
It was fortunate that Ritsuko seemed quite willing to move things forward on her own. Breaking the kiss she took hold of Shinji’s hands and gestured silently for him to stand all the way up, his chair falling, knocked over in his haste to follow her request. It hit the floor with a clatter, temporarily forgotten as Ritsuko slid off the table, turning away from Shinji and flipping up her now drenched lab coat, bending over the table and displaying herself to him, a clear invitation to do as his body wanted. “Please Shinji,” Ritsuko whispered. “Don’t keep me waiting…”
Shinji shoved his pants down as hard as he could, forcing his clothing past his knee. Scrambling to get them off, he yanked his right leg out of his pant leg, pulling it inside out before it came free, the friction stripping off his sock. Kicking his left leg to get rid of the rest of his clothes, Shinji hopped on his right foot until he was directly behind Ritsuko. He rested his hands on her hips, easing his fingers over her warm skin, the tips dancing all over her as his eyes greedily took in every detail. Taking a breath he positioned himself so that the head of his pulsing dick was brushing up against Ritsuko’s inner thigh, more than ready to be eased into her warm depths; it took him a few moments to realize that he’d never be able to reach her, she was so much taller.
Ritsuko realized Shinji’s problem just after he did, and she widened her stance and bent her knees, letting out a moan when she felt the head of Shinji’s cock nestle against her sopping wet lips. She cried out when Shinji grasped her hips and pushed himself forward, sliding his hardness into her, rubbing up against her dripping walls, which stretched to accommodate the welcome intruder.
Guiding inch after inch of his hardness into his tutor, Shinji nearly wept at the exhilarating heat and tightness. When he was in as far as he could push, Shinji went motionless for a moment, savoring the way Ritsuko was gripping him, as if her body didn’t want him to ever leave. His prick felt like it was wrapped in wet silk, squeezing and caressing him with every movement. Ritsuko was whimpering softly and trying to move, clearly letting him know that this wasn’t enough, and Shinji agreed. Taking a final moment to ensure his footing was steady, Shinji pulled his hips back, his cock slipping almost out of her pussy, until only the head was enveloped, before forcing himself back inside as hard as he could.
“Unnnhh!”
Ritsuko’s hands gripped the edge of the table so hard her knuckles went white, her forehead pressed against the now sweat covered table top as Shinji’s iron hard member rubbed against her inner passage in indescribable ways. He was pumping into her with a slow, steady rhythm, not hammering away mindlessly and that made it even better, allowing every spark to register with her instead of being overwhelming. She could hear the cries coming from the back of her throat, coinciding with each slick sounding thrust, and a rattle as the table showed that one of its legs wasn’t quite settled. Ritsuko pushed back against Shinji’s thrusts as much as she was able, she’d let him take a dominating position, and she was mostly at his mercy. But he was still being careful, treating her gently, like he was afraid he’d hurt her, and Ritsuko regretted letting him take her like that, because it didn’t let her kiss him.
“Unnhh… Unnh! Ahhhh!”
Shinji bit his lips, desperately trying to keep his focus, Ritsuko’s passionate cries making the experience even hotter. His hands were slick with sweat, and he had trouble holding onto her as they writhed together. Keeping his left hand in place, which was harder than if they’d both been covered with oil, Shinji reached up and carefully tried to caress Ritsuko’s right breast, but he only ended up with a handful of sweat soaked lab coat.
Mewling softly, Ritsuko pushed herself up enough to grip the edge of the lab coat and yank it open, taking hold of Shinji’s hand, moaning when she rested it on her slippery mound, his fingers gently squeezing the warm flesh. Her nipple was brazenly standing out, an irresistible sight to any red blooded male, and even though Shinji couldn’t see it, his fingers were drawn to it like a magnet. He pinched it delicately and Ritsuko rested her head on the tabletop, moaning wantonly at the new feeling, even as Shinji continued to push himself into her, his balls slapping against her in an increasing tempo.
“Ohhhh… Ohhhh… Ohhh!”
Shinji felt beads of sweat breaking out all over his body, making him shudder as they evaporated in the cool air of the kitchen. The wet, obscene sloshing noises that were audible as he and Ritsuko frantically ground against each other was a sweet symphony in his ears. Ritsuko’s pores had opened up, and the heady scent of her musk filled the room, the odor of it and their perspiration making Shinji weak in the knees. But he struggled to keep on his feet, slamming into her again and again, his cock battering against her inner walls, gripping him in a near stranglehold of heat and wetness. Shinji could feel his face twisting into a grimace as he felt himself reaching his limit, and he strained for every extra, precious second.
Ritsuko lifted her head and glanced over her shoulder at Shinji, sweat matted hair partially blocking her vision, gripping the edge of the table so tightly she would have creases in her skin the next morning. His eyes were distant, almost glassy as he let his body do as it wished, feeding his dick deep into her as fast as he could, his instincts finally overriding his innate gentleness. Ritsuko didn’t mind this at all, she was even happy because this would allow her to reach her orgasm faster. Their eyes met briefly and Shinji’s face softened a little, a faint smile appearing before he screwed his shut and threw his head back.
“Ahhh! Ahhhhh!”
Shinji felt himself crying out, but he barely noticed it as his body began to convulse violently, a bolt of fire coursing through his loins as he launched a salvo of his essence deep inside Ritsuko, two smaller bursts quickly following it. He slumped forward, letting go of Ritsuko’s breast to steady himself, breathing hard and his legs threatening to buckle. He let out another cry when Ritsuko’s pussy suddenly clamped down on his deflating prick, a shrill cry reaching his ears as she climaxed seconds after him.
When she’d felt the silken fire of Shinji’s cum splashing into her, Ritsuko felt her body go stiff, endorphins rocketing through her system and making her see stars. Unlike Shinji, her knees did buckle, and only her grip on the tabletop kept her from slumping to the floor, and she was distinctly aware of Shinji’s weight on top of her as she struggled to catch her breath, the heat from Shinji slowly blooming in her, idly making her wonder how he could have produced so much.
The two of them stayed motionless, save for their heaving chests as they got their wind back, before Shinji staggered backward, his flaccid prick sliding noisily out of Ritsuko’s quivering hole, a rush of his seed and her juices dribbling down her inner thighs. Righting the chair he’d knocked over, Shinji collapsed into it, surprised when his sweat slick skin nearly made him slide off of it. Ritsuko was in his lap moments later, moving with unexpected speed despite how tired she’d looked, straddling him and crushing her lips against his, her tongue snaking into his mouth. Shinji returned the kiss eagerly, not caring that he could feel a sticky mess trickle over his thighs where Ritsuko was straddling him, knowing it would come off in the wash.
After several blissful minutes of languid kisses and embraces, the two of them stood up and walked hand in hand to the bathroom. They rinsed off in the shower before settling down in an embrace in a hot bath, both savoring the afterglow in silence. After towelling each other off and getting dressed, Ritsuko told Shinji she would take him home.
“Do I need to go now?”
Ritsuko sighed wistfully. “Promised Misato I wouldn’t keep you too late.”
“I know, but…” Shinji broke it off, knowing she was right, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. “Can I see you again…?”
Ritsuko smiled. “Yes… But not tomorrow, it might look odd. Besides,” she added, “I do have work at NERV.”
“Same here,” Shinji replied with a chuckle. “I’ll help you clean up first.”
Ritsuko shook her head. “No, I’ll do it.”
“But-”
“No buts Shinji,” she cut him off. “It’s not a problem. Will you be ready for that test?”
“Of course.”
“Then lets go.” She lead him to the door, casting one last glance at the kitchen, making a mental note to air it out and wash her lab coat, and maybe even requisition a new one the next morning. Ritsuko had an urge to hold Shinji’s hand during the elevator ride down, but she suppressed it, surprised at how hard it had been to not give into the impulse. The drive back to Misato’s was quiet, but she stole occasional glances over at Shinji, smiling faintly when she saw that he was discretely watching her reflection in the window.
Pulling up to the virtually deserted apartment building, Ritsuko stopped in front of the main door. “You sure you’ll be ready?”
“Yes,” Shinji replied.
“Don’t let me find out you failed…” she warned.
“I won’t, promise.”
“Good luck.” Leaning towards him, Ritsuko gently kissed Shinji on the forehead, chuckling as he blushed and stammered a good-bye, getting out of the car and heading for the front door. She watched him walk the entire way, a surge of happiness flowing over her when he looked back one last time before going through the door.
Ritsuko stayed parked in front of the apartment building for a few minutes before putting her car back in gear and heading home.
She didn’t need to look in the rear view mirror to know she was smiling.
End of Chapter Two.
Author’s Notes:
Yeah, it’s been a while for this story. I just had some new inspiration for it, and I decided to take it a little further.
Pre-read was performed, as usual, by Rx7. All the good in it is cuz of him. All the suck is my fault.
C&C is welcome at: hawker_748@hotmail.com
Warning: This story contains graphic depictions of sex and is unsuitable for readers under 18.
Neon Genesis Evangelion:
Comparative Studies.
Chapter Two: Chemistry.
By: hawker_748
Misato Katsuragi breathed in the conditioned air of Terminal Dogma, the faint odor of cigarette smoke briefly registering with her as the light from various monitors glared in the darkness. Synchronization tests were always a little tense, but Misato would rather have to face a million of them than a single instance of actual combat, especially since she was the guardian of one of the pilots, and de facto mother of two of them. The two children in her care should have been spending their time thinking about homework, or finding a date, not wearing a plugsuit and A-10 neural connectors, and completely submerged in the bloodlike Link Connect Liquid.
But fate had selected Shinji Ikari, Asuka Langley Sohryu, and Rei Ayanami as Evangelion pilots, and the Children had to grow up far sooner than was fair, and bear the weight of protecting humanity on their growing shoulders. As much as Shinji and Asuka may have disliked synch tests, having them unready when combat eventually reared its unwelcome head was unacceptable, and so Misato would do whatever she had to do to keep them prepared.
It didn’t mean she had to like it any more than they did.
“How much longer is this going to take?”
Dr. Ritsuko Akagi, the head of Project E, took a final puff on her cigarette and crushed it out in an already overflowing ashtray. “It’ll be done when it’s done Misato,” she patiently told her best friend. “Shouldn’t you be used to this by now? Look at the pilots, none of them have complained yet…”
“That’s because none of them had to work through lunch,” Misato grumped. “I’m starving here.”
Ritsuko smiled faintly; in some ways Misato was more immature than the children she looked after. She could barely look after her own apartment, - (Shinji’s arrival had probably saved her from death by malnutrition) - but when things got serious, there was no one Ritsuko trusted more than Misato. During an Angel attack Misato became a brilliant strategist, her ideas often unconventional, but always effective. Commander Ikari had chosen well when he’d made her Tactical Operations Officer.
But at times like this she seemed less like Alexander the Great and more like a spoiled teenager. “If you actually did your paperwork when it arrived and quit wishing it would just disappear, you wouldn’t get buried by deadlines.”
Misato sniffed imperiously. “Unlike you, I don’t have a lackey –excuse me, protégé- to foist all my work onto.”
Ritsuko bristled. “I do my own paperwork, and being in charge of the entire project, and the MAGI, is extremely demanding.” Taking a deep breath and a sip of her cooling coffee, Ritsuko tried to return the focus of the conversation to relevant topics. “Rei, your synch level is up two percentage points, very good. Asuka, you’re up one percent, but you’re still at the top… You’ve gone up five points Shinji, that’s remarkable. You keep that up, you’ll pass Asuka one day.”
“It’ll be a cold day in Hell first!” Asuka snarled back, reminding everyone of the two way nature of the transmitter.
Still in a mischievous mood, Misato decided to tweak her fiery room-mate for amusement. “First Shinji beats you at physics, and now his synch rate’s getting better. You haven’t had much luck beating him…” she cheerfully pointed out.
The wall of enraged German that came from the speakers made everyone wince until it was mercifully cut off by Ritsuko hitting the ‘Mute’ button. Misato hadn’t used German in years, and she was more than a little rusty, but she suspected what she hadn’t understood in the outburst would make a German sailor blush. From the way Asuka’s vocal cords were vibrating, Misato was surprised she couldn’t still hear her, even without the radio.
“That wasn’t very nice,” Ritsuko rebuked.
“She needs a little friction every now and then,” Misato replied dismissively. “And it’s not like Shinji can do it.”
Ritsuko shook her head, switching the mute button off when Asuka had finished her verbal assault. “You’ve all shown improvement,” she remarked, trying to play the peacemaker. She felt a little relieved when Asuka seemed to be mollified by the praise.
Misato yawned and stretched, her back creaking in appreciation, and a loud growl coming from her stomach. Scowling at Ritsuko’s chuckle, she leaned towards the microphone. “We’re done for today. Shinji, Asuka, get cleaned up so Shinji can make dinner. I’m hungry.”
“Misato…”
“What?&# 8221; Turning to look at her friend, Misato was taken aback by the smile Ritsuko was wearing. It was the look of someone expecting great amusement, likely at the expense of someone else.
“Don’t tell me you forgot.”
“Forgot what?” The way Ritsuko’s smile widened made Misato shudder, rather like she was a minnow staring into a great white’s grinning maw.
“I’ll be helping Shinji study tonight.”
“Wait… What?! Why didn’t you tell me?!” Asuka screeched, making Shinji cringe. “Hikari’s out tonight, I’ll have to eat the schiesse Misato calls food! If I die, it’s own YOUR conscience, dumbkopf!”
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Shinji babbled quickly. “I-I made something last night, j-just heat it in the oven for half an hour, even Misato couldn’t screw that up.” It was a good thing Shinji couldn’t see his guardian’s face, for the glare she wore might have stopped his heart.
“You did?” Asuka murmured before her arrogance reasserted itself. “Of course you did, you know better than to submit me to Misato’s cooking.”
Ritsuko would swear she could see steam coming from her friend’s ears. “Don’t worry, I’ll have him back before he turns into a pumpkin.” Chuckling softly, she went to refill her mug and light another cigarette as Misato began to chew out her two charges, telling them that their chores had doubled for the next six months.
XXX
Shinji sat quietly in the front passenger seat of Ritsuko’s car, watching the scenery go by, marvelling at being in a car without experiencing fear. Ritsuko drove like he suspected the average person did, without weaving in and out of traffic, or flooring it when the light turned yellow. Misato had harangued him in the Test Plug, while he walked to the change room, pausing only when he went inside to take off his plug suit and shower. When he stepped back into the hallway she’d picked up from where she’d left off, finally ceasing when they’d gone their separate ways in the parking garage.
With Misato’s tirade still fresh in his mind, Shinji used the peace and quiet of the car ride to think about what had happened the night before, and what he hoped would happen later tonight. Ritsuko hadn’t seemed any different when they’d been at NERV, but it wasn’t as if he expected her to sweep him up in her arms and call him ‘studmuffin.’ Shinji had thought about broaching the subject while they were alone, but he’d had no idea how to begin, and he figured that something like ‘about last night…’ would come across as foolish. He was further distracted from saying anything by the way Ritsuko acted when she drove, concentrating on the road and other cars and pedestrians; Shinji had thought it was a novel way to drive.
It wasn’t until further consideration that he realized he’d become too accustomed to driving with Misato.
As Shinji watched Tokyo-3 go by from Ritsuko’s passenger seat, he could feel butterflies in the pit of his stomach, his heartrate increasing as excitement and nervousness caused adrenalin to flow through his system. He discretely wiped his clammy palms on his pants, feeling a thrill run through him when Ritsuko’s apartment building came into view. When she pulled into her parking spot, Shinji thought about rushing out of the car to open her door for her, but he stopped cold when Ritsuko shut off the engine and gave him a dispassionate look. “You didn’t forget your notes, did you?”
“N-no, they’re in my bag…”
Ritsuko nodded curtly. “Good. Let’s go.” She stepped out of the car and strode towards the entrance, leaving Shinji to scramble after her.
The elevator ride was silent and awkward, and Shinji grew even more uneasy with each floor that clicked by. Meekly following Ritsuko to her door he tried to work up the nerve to say something, or at least figure out what he should say, absently tailing her into the apartment, closing the door and taking off his shoes. ‘Would she mind if I hugged her?’ he wondered. The thought of holding Ritsuko made his body react automatically, and Shinji’s prick, which had been at half-mast during the drive over, went fully erect, an uncomfortable encumbrance in his shorts.
“Do you need to go to the bathroom?”
The coldness in Ritsuko’s voice made Shinji flinch. “Ex-excuse me…?”
Ritsuko gave him a blank look. “If you have to go to the bathroom, do it now. I don’t want any interruptions.”
“I already went,” Shinji murmured.
“Perfect. Sit at the table and open your books, I’ll be there in a moment.” Ritsuko turned on her heel and marched to the bedroom, leaving a crestfallen Shinji in her wake.
Disheartened, but somehow not surprised, Shinji trudged into the kitchen, his self-esteem having taken yet another crushing blow. ‘Should have known she’d regret it,’ he thought morosely. ‘I’m just a useless kid, why would she feel anything for me?’ Having his own internal lack of self-worth confirmed yet again was a strangely familiar experience for Shinji, his entire life seemed to be occurrences where he’d let people down, the rare bright spot always hammered down hard by reality.
Feeling oddly vindicated by his sadness Shinji looked up and saw Ritsuko in the kitchen, now wearing a labcoat and glasses, which further enhanced her professional, aloof, and distant air. She filled two cups with water and reached across to place one next to Shinji’s arm. “So you won’t have to stop studying to get a drink,” she explained. “Now,” she stated, pushing her glasses up her nose in a gesture uncomfortably close to Shinji’s father. “Are you studying organic or inorganic chemistry?”
“There’s a difference?” Shinji joked weakly, suppressing a shudder when Ritsuko’s eyes narrowed.
“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that… Give me your textbook.” Ritsuko took the book from Shinji’s nervous grip and flipped through a few pages. “Okay, I think I know where to start… Define the difference between organic and inorganic chemistry.”
For the next two hours or so Dr. Akagi mercilessly went over everything Shinji had ever learned in chemistry class, and a lot of things he’d never been taught. Whenever Shinji didn’t have an answer, Ritsuko would begin instructing him, making sure he understood everything before she resumed grilling him. Every time Shinji felt like he couldn’t go on she cajoled him into continuing, breezing through more chapters and concepts than Shinji would have thought possible with a week’s worth of non-stop cramming.
Finally it was over, Ritsuko closing the textbook with a flourish. “Did you get all that?”
Shinji set down his pen and flexed his cramping hand. “Yeah…”
“You sure? Can’t have you unprepared.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll remember.” He meant it too. Ritsuko may have decided she wanted nothing to do with him, but Shinji consoled himself with the idea that at least he’d get a better grade out of everything. He didn’t think it was a fair exchange, a likely ‘A’ for treating him coldly and distantly, but it was better than nothing. He absently worked his shoulders to try to eliminate some of the tension and spasms he was suffering from.
“I’ll be back in a moment, go over your notes and see if you have anything you don’t understand.” Ritsuko walked out of the kitchen, leaving Shinji alone with his notes and his thoughts.
‘I’ll have no trouble on that exam,’ Shinji told himself, trying to look on the upside. ‘But I’ll probably have to make her dinner again,’ he realized. ‘I’ll be alone with her again, and just have to accept her disinterest.’ Shinji was so downcast he didn’t look up when he heard Ritsuko walk in. ‘It would have been better if it hadn’t happened, it wouldn’t feel like-” “What…?” Shinji’s moodiness was sent off the rails by the warm hands resting on his shoulders. “R-Ritsuko…?”
Dr. Akagi’s strong fingers began to knead and squeeze Shinji’s shoulders, working to ease the knots and tension that had them as tight as a drumskin. Before the startled young man could turn his head, Ritsuko leaned forward and gently took the tip of Shinji’s right ear between her lips, tenderly sawing her teeth along the delicate fold of skin. “You’re so tense,” she cooed softly in his ear, smiling to herself when he gasped reflexively.
“W-what are…?”
“I’m so sorry Shinji,” Ritsuko purred in his ear. “I didn’t want to be so cold… But, if you didn’t learn enough, Misato wouldn’t let you come over anymore.”
Shinji let out a soft moan when Ritsuko began suckling on his earlobe, her practiced fingers working out stiffness in his shoulders neck and back. Her warm breath was washing over his ear and he tilted his head to give her easier access, tension draining from one part of his body and gathering in another. He felt himself start to stir, returning to the condition it had been in when he’d first arrived. He let out a deeper moan when Ritsuko began to kiss the side of his neck and slowly slide her hand down the front of his shirt, her fingers warm on his skin even through his clothes, and coming to rest gently on the bulge in the front of his pants.
Ritsuko let out a pleased hum when she felt Shinji’s prick twitch against her caress. “It’s already this hard,” she whispered softly in his ear. “Just like when you arrived.”
Shinji felt his cheeks go red. “You noticed?”
She chuckled. “Hard not to,” she replied dryly, before she let out a sigh. “But I didn’t mean… I didn’t want to be so… cold, but I wanted to make sure you learned. You can’t learn chemistry if you’re fantasizing about me.”
“I wasn’t…”
Ritsuko had known this, it hadn’t been what she’d wanted, but Shinji’s quiet admission still made her cringe. Letting out a deep breath, she came to a decision. “Shinji, I promise I’ll never do that again. I’ll make sure you learn, but I won’t be a bitch about it. Can you forgive me?”
“It’s okay, I understand.”
Ritsuko felt another stab of guilt; the fact that Shinji was so accepting somehow made it even worse. She continued to rub him through his pants, the heat and hardness obvious, and from the soft cries Shinji was letting out, he was obviously enjoying her ministrations. Ritsuko made an instant decision as to what she could do as an apology to Shinji. Releasing the bulge in his crotch, she slowly walked in front of him.
Shinji’s half closed eyes opened wide when he got a good look at Ritsuko; when she’d left the room she’d been wearing her glasses, lab coat, blouse and skirt. Now only the first two items were present. She’d done up maybe two buttons, and he could see from her neck to just over her navel, a narrow V that was pushed apart at the top, the inner curves of her breasts clearly visible, and a hint of her areolas peeking out, her nipples pressing against the white fabric. Below the buttons an inverted V was visible, ending just above her knees, the lab coat opened by the curve of her hips, providing Shinji with a tantalizing glimpse between her lovely legs. “Ritsuko… You-you…”
“You like it?”
“Yes…”
Ritsuko gave Shinji a gentle smile and rested her hand back on the tent he was pitching. She murmured indistinctly as she felt him twitching in her grasp, deftly undoing the button one handed and tugging down the zipper. Ritsuko met Shinji’s lips with her own as she opened his slacks, not surprised to feel that the front of his boxers were wet and sticky. “It must have been difficult to concentrate, being like this,” she whispered into Shinji’s ear as she nibbled on his earlobe.
“I managed,” Shinji rasped, feeling embarrassed that he was so sticky, the head of his member slick with pre-cum.
“You did so well in your studies, I should reward you for that,” Ritsuko purred as she eased the waistband of Shinji’s shorts down, allowing his imprisoned tool to spring free. She stepped back and carefully knelt down in front of Shinji, pushing him back down by his hips when he tried to rise. “Just relax…”
“B-but it’s not cle-Uhhh!” Shinji cried out when Ritsuko brushed the tip of her tongue against the tip of his glans, a strand of his pre-cum joining the two briefly before it snapped.
Ritsuko swirled her tongue around the head of Shinji’s cock, licking away the evidence of his earlier arousal. He’d been so understanding of her, even after the way she’d treated him, that she felt she owed him this. And it wasn’t as if this was an unpleasant task for Ritsuko, as she found she liked the way he was gasping at her touch. She used her left hand to gently take hold of his testicles and squeeze them delicately, the warm orbs moving in her hands as if they were alive. Shinji had proven to be very mindful about hygiene, and since he’d showered after the synch test he was still clean. Ritsuko took hold of the base of his cock and continued to lick all over the tip, until it was shiny with her saliva. When she’d finished cleaning it off, she looked up at Shinji, smiled, opened her mouth and took in the tip, wrapping the shaft with her lips.
Shinji let out a cry and slumped back against the chair. The warmth and wetness that was surrounding his most sensitive part was almost unbearable, and it only got better when Ritsuko moved her head forward and took in even more of his length. He grit his teeth and tried to keep eye contact when she eased back her head and sucked, her cheeks drawn in from her efforts, but he found his head wracking back without even thinking about it. “Ritsuko,” he whined. “It’s too good… I-I’m close…” Shinji was practically panting at this point.
Ritsuko continued to bob her head back and forth, her mouth filled with the flavor of Shinji, feeling his cock rubbing against her tongue as it twitched. With all that he’d endured that evening, she wasn’t expecting Shinji to last very long. This was simply a way to reward him for his suffering and allow him to relax a little, but Ritsuko had to admit she liked the soft cries he was making, and the way he was gently stroking her hair, not simply trying to ram himself down her throat.
Shinji’s eyes went wide as his orgasm became imminent and he tried to pull back, but the chair and the grip Ritsuko had on his shaft prevented that. “R-Ritsuko,” he gasped. “Look out, I-I… Graahhh! Ahhh!”
Ritsuko had sensed Shinji’s body tensing up and had noticed how his breathing had gotten very shallow, and so she was ready when she felt his prick give a violent spasm in her mouth, and her tongue detected a pulse along the underside of it. Jets of silken fire were launched into her mouth and she swallowed them greedily, a tingle going through her as the heat travelled down her throat. Ritsuko continued to suck, even as she felt Shinji’s cock start deflating, determined to get every last drop of his essence. When she was sure she’d gotten it all, and that Shinji was completely cleaned off, Ritsuko carefully took it from her mouth, gave the tip a last kiss and reached up to grasp Shinji’s glass of water, taking a long drink before she set it back down and kissed him hungrily.
His head still swimming from his first blowjob, Shinji returned the kiss with all the vigor he could muster, a sense of profound relief and exhaustion coming over him. When Ritsuko broke the kiss he embraced her tightly and sighed in contentment when she rested her head against his chest, savoring the feeling of closeness and intimacy. He stayed that way for a few minutes before he broke the silence. “Ritsuko?”
“Yes Shinji?”
“Can… can I try that? On you, I mean.”
“You want to?”
“Please.”
Ritsuko felt her lips turn up in a smile as she took hold of Shinji’s hands, planning on leading him to her bedroom. She was surprised when he resisted, staying seated. “Shinji?”
“Could… could you get on the table?” Shinji asked timidly.
Not expecting Shinji to suggest this, but definitely not opposed to it, Ritsuko backed against the table, hiked up her lab coat and eased herself onto the kitchen table, smiling lasciviously at Shinji as she lifted her right leg to rest the heel on the table edge, while her left leg dangled freely. She watched Shinji remove both of his shirts and toss them clear of the table, swallowing nervously as he scooted the chair closer to her, his eyes riveted to Ritsuko’s dripping wet slit.
Shinji looked up into Ritsuko’s eyes, somewhat reluctantly, and reached out with his hands, nervous fingers struggling to undo the two buttons that held the lab coat closed. Ritsuko did nothing to help him, and it took almost a minute for him to get the garment undone and open, treating him to the enticing sight of her virtually naked, the almost eager look she was wearing taking his breath away. As he slowly lowered his face towards the junction of her legs, Ritsuko raised her left one and rested her foot on the back of the chair he was sitting on, giving an unobstructed view of her most secretive part, her neatly trimmed hair just inches away from him. Part of Shinji wanted nothing more than to bury his face between her thighs, but nervousness, as well as not really knowing what to do afterwards held him in check.
Deciding to start cautiously, Shinji nuzzled the inside of Ritsuko’s left thigh with his cheek, planting an occasional kiss along its creamy smooth length. Ritsuko let out a pleased sounding hum and settled back on her elbows, still watching him with a contented smile. Kissing, licking, and sucking the soft skin of her upper leg, Shinji slowly made his way towards Ritsuko’s fragrant cleft, the heady scent of it wafting into his senses. He did know what she tasted like, he’d licked one of his fingers in curiosity after bringing her to climax the last time they’d been together, but the thought of actually licking her was still a little daunting.
Ritsuko saw Shinji move his lips towards her own lower set and felt him give a gentle kiss upon them, much like he might have done against her cheek. She saw him look up at her nervously, and she nodded back at him reassuringly. “It’s okay,” she whispered to him. “I’ll tell you if you’re doing something wrong.” Shinji then lowered his head again and Ritsuko felt his warm lips kissing around her swollen labia, delicate touches that sent sparks shooting up her spine. He kept this up for several minutes, the contact just enough to stimulate her, but not move her any closer towards climax. Ritsuko had the almost maddening thought that Shinji would just keep doing that all evening, keeping her hot but not giving her release when she felt the tip of his warm tongue tracing along the point where her lips met.
“Ohhhh…”
Shinji lifted his eyes up and saw Ritsuko biting her lower lip. Her eyes closed and a slight flush on her cheeks. Figuring that this was a good sign, he licked the same place again, this time pushing a little harder with his tongue, the tip of it just easing its way between her coral pink lips. Ritsuko responded by taking her left leg and resting it on his shoulder, pulling him even closer to her, a throaty moan filling his ears and she pushed her hips up towards him. Pushing his tongue between Ritsuko’s lower lips, her juices washing over it as it plunged into the warm depths, Shinji began to thrash his tongue about, desperate to return the favor she’d given him. Shinji froze for a second when he felt a hand on his head, wondering if he’d done something wrong, only to be pulled, not very delicately, against her, frantic whines reaching his ears.
Ritsuko saw Shinji look up at her with his face still between her legs, his gaze meeting hers as she propped herself up on her left elbow. “K-keep going Shinji,” she murmured. “Don’t stop.” She felt the warm intruder resume probing inside her, rubbing against her dripping walls, and when Shinji swirled his tongue around her, like he was cleaning the inside of a glass, Ritsuko fell off her elbow onto her back and cried out. She could feel her hips arching up even as she used her left leg and right hand to grind up against him. If this bothered Shinji he didn’t act like it, thrashing his tongue inside her, occasionally pulling it out and lapping the tip against her lips, the times he brushed against her clit sending skyrockets off in her mind.
Finding that he really liked how Ritsuko tasted, Shinji kept up his oral efforts as he tried to watch her, but the way she was writhing made that difficult. Her head was resting on the table, and Shinji could see that her mouth was open but he couldn’t look into her eyes, which he found disappointing. There was a blush spreading over her chest and what he could see of her face, and Ritsuko’s left hand was on her left breast, her rock hard nipple being pinched between her thumb and finger. As captivating as it had been to finger her, Shinji found that using his mouth was far more intense and Ritsuko was making noises he hadn’t heard the night before. The fresh rush of moisture against his face left him drenched, and he could feel it dripping off of his chin and trickling down his chest, but this didn’t dissuade him, having the opposite effect. He lapped frantically, wanting to hear what sounds she would make when she came, and hoping he would be able to see her face when she did.
Ritsuko would later wonder why she had noticed that there was a crack in her ceiling, especially when her body seemed totally focused on the feeling of Shinji’s warm breath on her most sensitive areas, and the way his tongue felt as it explored deep inside her. There were sparks shooting up her spine as sensitive nerves were worked into a frenzy by the young man’s efforts, her nipples sending additional stimulation as she frantically tweaked them. Ritsuko could hear herself crying out as she was relentlessly pushed towards her peak, goose bumps appearing on her exposed skin as a film of sweat coated her body, making her lab coat stick to her, the itchy feeling a strange counterpoint to the rising ecstasy. She could feel Shinji’s spit and her own fluids practically running down her inner thighs, doubtlessly soaking into the white fabric; she struggled to make a mental note to get a new one before going into work the next day, it wouldn’t do for her to smell of sex in Terminal Dogma.
“Ohhh! Ahhh!”
The frantic cries Ritsuko was making, and the way she was thrashing beneath him made Shinji’s erection return to granite-like hardness. He couldn’t believe how sexy it was, the primal way she was grinding against him, as if seeing him as nothing more than a means to achieve release; he was a little surprised to realize being viewed like that didn’t seem too bad. Shinji felt tears form in his eyes when Ritsuko gripped his hair so tightly it hurt, her back arching and letting out a hoarse cry that momentarily made him think he’d hurt her. She spasmed wildly underneath him, as if she was trying to toss him off her, but the way she was holding onto him made that impossible. Ritsuko was gushing against his face, making him feel soaked, and Shinji was glad he’d taken his shirts off, they would have gotten soaking wet. She finally stopped gyrating and Shinji ceased his licking, trying to catch his breath as he rested against her, not expecting that it would have been such a vigorous experience for himself as well.
Laying on the hard table, panting heavily as she tried to get her wind back, Ritsuko revelled in the release of tension and endorphins, enjoying the afterglow of Shinji’s efforts. She couldn’t even think of speaking, she simply stared at the ceiling in amazement, never expecting Shinji to make her feel that good; she figured he’d try his best, but she’d never thought she’d be reduced to a shaking wreck. Ritsuko looked down and saw Shinji resting against her inner thigh, the wetness apparently not bothering him in the slightest. After countless minutes of intimate silence, she pushed herself up and took hold of Shinji’s face, gazing adoringly at him as she moved towards him, their lips meeting in a tender kiss, Ritsuko’s tongue easing into his mouth, figuring (correctly) that his was rather tired.
Shinji could feel himself throbbing, surprised that he was this hard again, something that had never happened before when he’d taken matters into his own hands. He had to stand up a little for his lips to reach Ritsuko’s, and the head of his member brushed against her inner thigh, the warmth transferring to him and making him shudder. It was as plain as day what his body wanted, but Shinji wasn’t about to press his luck by making a move that he might end up regretting.
It was fortunate that Ritsuko seemed quite willing to move things forward on her own. Breaking the kiss she took hold of Shinji’s hands and gestured silently for him to stand all the way up, his chair falling, knocked over in his haste to follow her request. It hit the floor with a clatter, temporarily forgotten as Ritsuko slid off the table, turning away from Shinji and flipping up her now drenched lab coat, bending over the table and displaying herself to him, a clear invitation to do as his body wanted. “Please Shinji,” Ritsuko whispered. “Don’t keep me waiting…”
Shinji shoved his pants down as hard as he could, forcing his clothing past his knee. Scrambling to get them off, he yanked his right leg out of his pant leg, pulling it inside out before it came free, the friction stripping off his sock. Kicking his left leg to get rid of the rest of his clothes, Shinji hopped on his right foot until he was directly behind Ritsuko. He rested his hands on her hips, easing his fingers over her warm skin, the tips dancing all over her as his eyes greedily took in every detail. Taking a breath he positioned himself so that the head of his pulsing dick was brushing up against Ritsuko’s inner thigh, more than ready to be eased into her warm depths; it took him a few moments to realize that he’d never be able to reach her, she was so much taller.
Ritsuko realized Shinji’s problem just after he did, and she widened her stance and bent her knees, letting out a moan when she felt the head of Shinji’s cock nestle against her sopping wet lips. She cried out when Shinji grasped her hips and pushed himself forward, sliding his hardness into her, rubbing up against her dripping walls, which stretched to accommodate the welcome intruder.
Guiding inch after inch of his hardness into his tutor, Shinji nearly wept at the exhilarating heat and tightness. When he was in as far as he could push, Shinji went motionless for a moment, savoring the way Ritsuko was gripping him, as if her body didn’t want him to ever leave. His prick felt like it was wrapped in wet silk, squeezing and caressing him with every movement. Ritsuko was whimpering softly and trying to move, clearly letting him know that this wasn’t enough, and Shinji agreed. Taking a final moment to ensure his footing was steady, Shinji pulled his hips back, his cock slipping almost out of her pussy, until only the head was enveloped, before forcing himself back inside as hard as he could.
“Unnnhh!”
Ritsuko’s hands gripped the edge of the table so hard her knuckles went white, her forehead pressed against the now sweat covered table top as Shinji’s iron hard member rubbed against her inner passage in indescribable ways. He was pumping into her with a slow, steady rhythm, not hammering away mindlessly and that made it even better, allowing every spark to register with her instead of being overwhelming. She could hear the cries coming from the back of her throat, coinciding with each slick sounding thrust, and a rattle as the table showed that one of its legs wasn’t quite settled. Ritsuko pushed back against Shinji’s thrusts as much as she was able, she’d let him take a dominating position, and she was mostly at his mercy. But he was still being careful, treating her gently, like he was afraid he’d hurt her, and Ritsuko regretted letting him take her like that, because it didn’t let her kiss him.
“Unnhh… Unnh! Ahhhh!”
Shinji bit his lips, desperately trying to keep his focus, Ritsuko’s passionate cries making the experience even hotter. His hands were slick with sweat, and he had trouble holding onto her as they writhed together. Keeping his left hand in place, which was harder than if they’d both been covered with oil, Shinji reached up and carefully tried to caress Ritsuko’s right breast, but he only ended up with a handful of sweat soaked lab coat.
Mewling softly, Ritsuko pushed herself up enough to grip the edge of the lab coat and yank it open, taking hold of Shinji’s hand, moaning when she rested it on her slippery mound, his fingers gently squeezing the warm flesh. Her nipple was brazenly standing out, an irresistible sight to any red blooded male, and even though Shinji couldn’t see it, his fingers were drawn to it like a magnet. He pinched it delicately and Ritsuko rested her head on the tabletop, moaning wantonly at the new feeling, even as Shinji continued to push himself into her, his balls slapping against her in an increasing tempo.
“Ohhhh… Ohhhh… Ohhh!”
Shinji felt beads of sweat breaking out all over his body, making him shudder as they evaporated in the cool air of the kitchen. The wet, obscene sloshing noises that were audible as he and Ritsuko frantically ground against each other was a sweet symphony in his ears. Ritsuko’s pores had opened up, and the heady scent of her musk filled the room, the odor of it and their perspiration making Shinji weak in the knees. But he struggled to keep on his feet, slamming into her again and again, his cock battering against her inner walls, gripping him in a near stranglehold of heat and wetness. Shinji could feel his face twisting into a grimace as he felt himself reaching his limit, and he strained for every extra, precious second.
Ritsuko lifted her head and glanced over her shoulder at Shinji, sweat matted hair partially blocking her vision, gripping the edge of the table so tightly she would have creases in her skin the next morning. His eyes were distant, almost glassy as he let his body do as it wished, feeding his dick deep into her as fast as he could, his instincts finally overriding his innate gentleness. Ritsuko didn’t mind this at all, she was even happy because this would allow her to reach her orgasm faster. Their eyes met briefly and Shinji’s face softened a little, a faint smile appearing before he screwed his shut and threw his head back.
“Ahhh! Ahhhhh!”
Shinji felt himself crying out, but he barely noticed it as his body began to convulse violently, a bolt of fire coursing through his loins as he launched a salvo of his essence deep inside Ritsuko, two smaller bursts quickly following it. He slumped forward, letting go of Ritsuko’s breast to steady himself, breathing hard and his legs threatening to buckle. He let out another cry when Ritsuko’s pussy suddenly clamped down on his deflating prick, a shrill cry reaching his ears as she climaxed seconds after him.
When she’d felt the silken fire of Shinji’s cum splashing into her, Ritsuko felt her body go stiff, endorphins rocketing through her system and making her see stars. Unlike Shinji, her knees did buckle, and only her grip on the tabletop kept her from slumping to the floor, and she was distinctly aware of Shinji’s weight on top of her as she struggled to catch her breath, the heat from Shinji slowly blooming in her, idly making her wonder how he could have produced so much.
The two of them stayed motionless, save for their heaving chests as they got their wind back, before Shinji staggered backward, his flaccid prick sliding noisily out of Ritsuko’s quivering hole, a rush of his seed and her juices dribbling down her inner thighs. Righting the chair he’d knocked over, Shinji collapsed into it, surprised when his sweat slick skin nearly made him slide off of it. Ritsuko was in his lap moments later, moving with unexpected speed despite how tired she’d looked, straddling him and crushing her lips against his, her tongue snaking into his mouth. Shinji returned the kiss eagerly, not caring that he could feel a sticky mess trickle over his thighs where Ritsuko was straddling him, knowing it would come off in the wash.
After several blissful minutes of languid kisses and embraces, the two of them stood up and walked hand in hand to the bathroom. They rinsed off in the shower before settling down in an embrace in a hot bath, both savoring the afterglow in silence. After towelling each other off and getting dressed, Ritsuko told Shinji she would take him home.
“Do I need to go now?”
Ritsuko sighed wistfully. “Promised Misato I wouldn’t keep you too late.”
“I know, but…” Shinji broke it off, knowing she was right, but that didn’t mean he had to like it. “Can I see you again…?”
Ritsuko smiled. “Yes… But not tomorrow, it might look odd. Besides,” she added, “I do have work at NERV.”
“Same here,” Shinji replied with a chuckle. “I’ll help you clean up first.”
Ritsuko shook her head. “No, I’ll do it.”
“But-”
“No buts Shinji,” she cut him off. “It’s not a problem. Will you be ready for that test?”
“Of course.”
“Then lets go.” She lead him to the door, casting one last glance at the kitchen, making a mental note to air it out and wash her lab coat, and maybe even requisition a new one the next morning. Ritsuko had an urge to hold Shinji’s hand during the elevator ride down, but she suppressed it, surprised at how hard it had been to not give into the impulse. The drive back to Misato’s was quiet, but she stole occasional glances over at Shinji, smiling faintly when she saw that he was discretely watching her reflection in the window.
Pulling up to the virtually deserted apartment building, Ritsuko stopped in front of the main door. “You sure you’ll be ready?”
“Yes,” Shinji replied.
“Don’t let me find out you failed…” she warned.
“I won’t, promise.”
“Good luck.” Leaning towards him, Ritsuko gently kissed Shinji on the forehead, chuckling as he blushed and stammered a good-bye, getting out of the car and heading for the front door. She watched him walk the entire way, a surge of happiness flowing over her when he looked back one last time before going through the door.
Ritsuko stayed parked in front of the apartment building for a few minutes before putting her car back in gear and heading home.
She didn’t need to look in the rear view mirror to know she was smiling.
End of Chapter Two.
Author’s Notes:
Yeah, it’s been a while for this story. I just had some new inspiration for it, and I decided to take it a little further.
Pre-read was performed, as usual, by Rx7. All the good in it is cuz of him. All the suck is my fault.