Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Practice ❯ Hot Flash ( Chapter 4 )

“I'm home!” I announce as I walk in the front door.

No answer. Hm. Mom must still be out herself. I kick the door shut behind me and take off my shoes.

I stifle a yawn as I hang a left and walk into the living room, depositing the tapes and assorted things I bought beside me as I plop down on the couch. It was hot today, and my shirt is clinging uncomfortably to me. I wouldn't have it any other way, though -- it was sunny and bright out, the perfect weather conditions. I groan, getting up and stripping my shirt off as I walk to the bathroom down the hall, further into the house where the air conditioning works a little better. I deposit it in the clothes hamper.

After stopping up the sink, then running the cold water for a while, I dunk my head in. The initial shock of cold feels wonderful in contrast to the sticky heat I had been feeling almost since I left. Man, does that feel better. I think, bringing my head back into the air. One heat centre down... I take a handful of water and splash it down one arm, then the other, and my core temperature finally begins to cool down to something like normal levels.

I towel off my head and arms quickly, drain the sink, and mop up what splashed over the side before walking into my room... then make an about-face and walk back into the living room to retrieve my forgotten goods. Wow, I think as I pick up the shopping bag. You can really feel the temperature difference in here.

After checking everything for signs of melting, I head back into my room. My strength is already failing me, and I would like nothing more than to just flop down on my bed and listen to my new SDAT tapes.

Unfortunately, I realize too late, one prevents the other from happening. As soon as I hit my futon, I do not want to move. I glance at the bag, dropped just beside where my head currently resides before I fell, and my laziness decides for me. The Planets will have to wait.

I grope around above my head for the remote to my stereo, and when I find it, hit the on button. The device whirrs to life across the room, clicking and whirring as it loads the current tape. I forget which one is in the stereo, until the first few notes of Jardin de Cecile greet my ears. Ah yes, Juno Reactor's Bible of Dreams.

I wonder idly if my musical pendulum will ever fully swing away from techno. Probably not. I realize after a second or so. It's so high-energy.

Besides exceptions, like the first part of this song. Its ambient quality quickly puts me into a kind of meditative trance, and I relax completely. My mind starts to drift aimlessly.

I think about the Practice Room incident, as I've come to call it (no pun intended). I've had some close calls, the times I've felt the urge to relieve a little tension in a relatively public place.

I remember the first time I did it, in a public washroom. I couldn't believe how free it made me feel. I let out a giggle at the next thought that passes through my mind -- Yes, I have the power to masturbate wherever I want!

My mind goes back to when Shinji walked in on me. I remember being caught up in the throes of passion as my hand worked on my throbbing clit. I could easily hear a click as the door was opened, but... why didn't I stop?

 

I know why. I think. I took what amounted to me as the lesser of two evils. I had been too worked up to stop.

As I continued, I could also hear the sounds of Shinji putting his cello down, then turning around and freezing in his tracks. By then, I was so close... I was barely breathing, all my energy drawn towards bringing me to climax--

My eyes open with a start as I wake up from the pseudo-fugue I had slipped into. The world is sideways -- I had turned onto my right side in the fetal position while I zoned out. Breathing hard, I shift, suddenly feeling uncomfortable... and throw my head back as a wave of pleasure suddenly hits me. My hand had unconsciously found its way into my jeans, and one finger currently resides inside me. I go to bring my hand out of my pants, but as I move I become more and more worked up. I groan as I realize that hand isn't going anywhere.

I shift onto my back and fumble with the button on my jeans with one hand, while attempting to keep my idle right hand still, while still inside me. One thing at a time, here.

I finally get my jeans undone and work them off of me with my one free hand. Then I move to my shirt... May as well get it over with. I pull my finger out of me, and arch my back at the sensation it produces. With a sigh, I half sit up to take my shirt off.

When that's done, I lie back... and then a thought occurs to me. My body was doing fine on its own before... I focus on the music again, this time a medium-tempo heavy trance song called Komit.

My mind wanders, and I'm pulled back into my reverie.

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Our tongues slide against each other as we kiss, his hand coming up to cup my left breast. I close my eyes and revel in the sensation. His other hand starts at the valley between my breasts and moves down my body. I let out a giggle at the sensation it produces. “Someone might see us.” I say, glancing around the darkened practice room.

“I wouldn't worry about it.” He replies.

“I didn't say I was worr-ohhh...” All coherent thought leaves me as he reaches my slit, running his fingers up and down it through my panties.

“You like that?”

“Ohh, kami, yes...” I can't believe the sensations he can produce in me.

“You'll like this even more...”

He slips his hand inside my panties and just begins toying with my trimmed pubic hair. I'm surprisingly ticklish there, and giggle even more at the feeling of being tickled and pleasured at the same time, having to break the kiss in the process.

I develop a case of the giggles as he continues to toy with my pubic hair, and my head lolls back, my energy seemingly rushing from me as I continue to laugh. He takes this opportunity to move his hand up to the side of my neck, kissing the other side. His hand finally moves down past my pubic hair to my slit again, producing a cross between a titter and a moan as a jolt of pleasure reaches my brain. He gets me very, very worked up in a matter of moments, skillfully rubbing my clit, knowing exactly how to bring me pleasure.

I bite down on my bottom lip, lost in a haze of sensation by now. The stroking motions on my clit come faster and faster, and the world shrinks to nothing as I ignore most of my senses, focusing solely on the intense pleasure I'm receiving. I moan aloud, a hand coming up to cup my right breast. The fingers lightly slide over my skin, twirling around in tighter and tighter spirals until they reach my areola. A single finger lightly goes around the circle, barely missing my nipple... and then it gets brushed right over, finally throwing me over the edge into complete and utter rapture.

And then it leaves as quickly as it hit me. My eyes snap open and a sideways view of the world greets me once again. Before I do anything else, I open my mouth and take a big gasp of air. The feeling of being extremely out-of-breath hits me a fraction a second later, making me breathe hard as I realize what must have happened. I stopped breathing again...

I stop and listen to my heart for a while, beating steadily in rhythm... too steadily. What the... As I further snap out of my trance, I realize that what I'm hearing isn't my heartbeat, but the kick drum of Swamp Thing. And it's loud... a lot louder than I set it to. I get up to look for the remote when I feel something jabbing at my hip. I look down, and sure enough, the remote's there, pointing straight at my stereo. Must have laid down on Volume Up. I sigh and pull the remote out from under me, thumbing down the volume to its normal level. Sitting up straight, I look at my right hip and I can make out little indentations in my skin where the buttons poked into me... even one that went through the fabric of my panties.

Speaking of... I make a face as I realize the material is practically sloshing around when I move. I swing my legs over the side of my bed and stand up, walking over to my dresser and pulling out another pair of cotton panties from the top drawer. I slip them on and--

The realization of what my subconscious created finally hits me and I freeze. Was I really that affected by him? Granted, he did save me from probable expulsion... I do want to get to know him...

I dress on autopilot as the rest of my brain works furiously, trying to answer one question:

Am I falling in love with him?

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Thanks to Lord Raa for his ideas on how the fanfic is going and where it could go.

The idea of this lemon scene is an adaptation of Haruka and Michiru: Second Honeymoon (http://members.tripod.com/sailor_neptune15/fanficsAARON/id1.html).< /div>