Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Practice ❯ Introjection ( Chapter 20 )

Lemon Alert #2!

Half an hour and two orgasms later, both teens walked back to Shinji's Lovely Suite. “Wow, it's a mess in here.” Shinji commented when he could glimpse his room through the fluffy towel he was drying his hair with.

“Yeah... we should change the sheets before we go to bed.”

“I was thinking that too. Let's split the work, do you want to deal with the bed or the clothes?”

“Clothes. I don't mind folding.”

“Works for me.” Shinji said, and walked to the bed while Motowa began picking up clothes.

Shinji gathered up the top sheet and walked to the hamper in the bathroom. “Shinji, I'm done with the clothes.” Motowa called out to him as he dumped the sheet in the bin and began to walk back. “I'm going to go turn off all the lights.”

“Okay, just leave the hall light on for Misato-san.” Shinji instructed.

“Right.” Motowa replied as she walked out of the bedroom, towards the front of the apartment.

Shinji smirked at the confidence with which Motowa walked around in the nude as he walked back into his room and replaced the top sheet. He looked at the two piles of clothing, neatly and efficiently folded in two piles beside his dresser.

He was reaching for a pair of shorts to put on when he heard Motowa's voice. “You're not planning on putting anything on over that beautiful body, are you?”

“Actually, I was.” Shinji said, turning around with a pair of shorts in his hand.

Motowa pouted slightly. “You don't want to snuggle up to me, all nice and warm, with absolutely nothing between us?” She said, sashaying up to Shinji with a smouldering look.

“You drive a hard bargain...” Shinji said, folding the shorts up and putting them back in the drawer. “...So to speak.”

Motowa giggled as she reached Shinji, hugging him and resting her head on his shoulder. “That was horrible.” She said as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“I didn't mean it, I promise.” Shinji replied before yawning.

“Bedtime.” Motowa said, and untangled herself from the embrace to turn the light off.

The bedroom was soon plunged into darkness. “Uh, help me out, Shinji, which way do I walk?” She said, momentarily blinded by the sudden change.

“Follow the sound of my voice.” Shinji said as he backed up and sat on the bed. “I'm right here...”

Motowa found the bed and sat down on it. “Do you toss and turn a lot when you sleep?”

“No.” Shinji replied.

“Good. Neither do I.”

Shinji smiled and found Motowa's lips by touch alone. “Good night.” He said.

“Good night.” Motowa replied.

Shinji shifted towards the head of the bed and tried to pull up the covers, but that didn't work because Motowa was on them. “Er, Motowa? Could you— thanks.” He said as Motowa got up.

Shinji flipped the covers towards the wall. “Okay, you can get into bed now.”

Motowa got into bed and Shinji flipped the covers back over the both of them. Motowa then shifted closer to Shinji and slid her arms around her. Shinji smiled and did the same, and within a few minutes, both were sound asleep.

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“That's the last time I take a double...”

Misato walked into her apartment, weary after working for almost fourteen hours. “I swear, if I have to sign my name one more time in the next week, it'll be on my resignation...”

She slipped her shoes off and put them down beside Shinji's. She then blinked as she noticed the third pair in the row, girls' shoes she didn't recognize. After a second, she put two and two together. “Motowa.” She said to the empty apartment.

Misato decided that she was too tired even to drink, and opted to just go to bed. On the way to her room, however, her curiosity was peaked by Shinji's Lovely Suite's door being halfway open. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she looked inside.

Motowa and Shinji were both fast asleep in his bed, and from their bare shoulders — not to mention the piles of clothing — Misato surmised that they must be naked underneath the sheets. “Way to go, Shinji.” She whispered as she slid the door fully closed and walked to her room.

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It was Shinji that woke first, and for a while he was oblivious to his surroundings. All he knew was, everything seemed alright for once. It was only when he shifted positions that he realized there was a large, soft and warm object in his bed. He opened his eyes to see what it was, and saw Motowa, looking peaceful as she slept beside him.

The memory of the previous night came rushing back to Shinji. I did that. He realized. I actually did all that with Motowa.

He brushed some hair out of Motowa's face. She shifted slightly and ended up half on top of Shinji, her arm moving up to rest on Shinji's chest as she ended up rolling Shinji onto his back. Shinji smiled and wrapped his arm around Motowa, his hand resting on the small of her back. He began to rub the area in small circles, prompting Motowa to shift again in her sleep. Her arm was now draped across Shinji's chest, her fingers curled around his side.

Soon Motowa's arm, seemingly with a mind of its own, began to stroke Shinji's side the way Shinji was stroking Motowa's back... And then the arm moved.

I've heard of sleepwalking, but this? Shinji thought, staring up at the ceiling as Motowa's hand crept up and began to play with Shinji's nipple. His breathing began to deepen unconsciously, prompting Motowa to shift again, her head turning to face the other side... before it stopped face-down on Shinji's chest, and Shinji felt Motowa's lips and tongue against his skin. He finally looked down at Motowa, who was now staring back up at him. “Have you figured out I'm not asleep yet?”

“I have now,” Shinji said as Motowa slid up and kissed him.

As they kissed, they took the opportunity to simply touch each other. Nowhere in particular, and their hands kept moving, but they didn't particularly care what they touched so long as it was somewhere on the other's body.

Motowa's hands began to roam lower, and Shinji sharply inhaled as she began to stroke his rapidly hardening erection. Two can play at that game, Shinji thought as his hand moved down and began working on Motowa's clit. Now that he knew where to give her the most pleasure, he was determined to do so at every opportunity.

Motowa moaned into Shinji's mouth as Shinji reached the most pleasurable part of her. “Mm.” Motowa mumbled, breaking the kiss, but not ceasing in her ministrations. “Idea...”

“What's... what's that?” Shinji managed.

“Did you like what I did last night?”

“Oh, definitely, yes...” Shinji said, stealing a quick kiss. “I don't think I properly thanked you for that.”

“You didn't have to, you more than made it up to me in the bath...” A short pause, then: “...would you like me to do it again?”

Shinji smiled. “Sure.”

Motowa grinned as she threw the covers off of the two of them and got up, turning around and standing up. She stepped over Shinji's head and then knelt down, shifting as was necessary to get in position better.

As soon as Motowa's slit was in reach, Shinji's hands began to rub it again. “That isn't fair...” Motowa said.

“Like I said, all's fair in looOOOOH!” Shinji began before his quote was cut off by Motowa taking his shaft halfway into her mouth again.

“I knew that would shut you up.” Motowa said with an audible smirk after taking him back out of her mouth.

“I thought... I thought you said it tasted bad.” Shinji said breathlessly, continuing his stroking of Motowa's slit.

“It was worth it... besides, it's nothing I can't... mmm... deal with.”

Shinji stopped what he was doing. “Erm, Motowa...”

“Yes, Shinji?” Motowa asked, her voice laced with fake innocence.

She had a pretty good idea of what he was going to say, but she wanted to hear him say it. Shinji thought for a moment about how to properly phrase his request. “...I'll make you a deal.”

“Okay. What's the deal?”

“I'll use my mouth on you, if you use your mouth on me?”

Motowa thought that over. “I guess that sounds fair.”

Shinji took his hands away from Motowa's slit and brought a finger to his lips. The taste wasn't anything like Shinji had ever tasted before. It wasn't bad, really.

Shinji lifted up his head to give Motowa's slit a tentative lick. “Oooh... that feels so nice, Shinji...” Motowa moaned.

Motowa began to lick Shinji, slowly at first. Soon, she was using her hands and tongue, sandwiching Shinji's shaft between her hands as she licked around the head.

Shinji was trying to keep up with Motowa, but he just couldn't. He had to stop every so often to rest, as he had to stay doing half a sit-up just to get his head up high enough to reach Motowa. “Mo..ohh...towa...?” Shinji said in between breaths. “Spread your... oh, Kami... spread your legs out...”

Motowa did as instructed, widening her stance until she was almost flat. “Perfect...” Shinji said, and was finally able to give Motowa a strong lick with a lot of pressure behind it.

Motowa moaned at the stronger sensation. She decided to be more bold, and took him into her mouth again. It was Shinji's turn to moan, and since he had switched to kissing Motowa, the vibrations from his voice carried into his lips. Motowa in turn moaned again, and since Shinji was now directly in Motowa's mouth, his entire shaft resonated with the sound, and almost drove him over the edge. What was left of his mind at the time spun up and thought of something. “Motowa?”

Motowa took Shinji out of her mouth to respond. “Yes?” She said, still toying with him with her hands.

“What... what will you do when I... you know...” Shinji stuttered. “...When I come?”

Shinji could hear Motowa's series of blinks as she pondered that very question. “Good question.”

Shinji thought too. “I have an idea. You see that box of tissues on the desk?”

Motowa looked around. There was indeed a box of tissues on the desk on the other side of the room. “Yeah.”

“You can just... sorta cover me up when I'm ready, and you won't have to deal with it.”

“That sounds like a plan.” Motowa said, getting up and going over to the box of tissues to grab a couple.

Shinji took the time to piece together his mind a little. He knew that if Motowa kept up the pace she was going at, he'd come long before she did. An idea popped up in Shinji's head just before Motowa climbed back on top of him. “Can you reach me okay?” Motowa asked.

Shinji responded by giving Motowa's slit a slow lick from bottom to top, making her moan and arch her back. “I'll take that as a yes...” She said before taking him into her mouth again.

Shinji licked around the top of Motowa's slit until he found the hard nub of her clit. Trying to expose it as much as possible with his tongue, getting folds of flesh out of the way, he finally wrapped his lips around it and began to hum the lowest note he could sing.

Motowa moaned around Shinji's erection as the intense pleasure hit her all at once. She eventually took up the same tactic as Shinji was doing, but she was humming some sort of tune.

Shinji could feel himself begin to lose control, and wanted to shout out a warning, but he also wanted to continue giving Motowa as much pleasure as he could. “I'm gonna come soon...!” Shinji said quickly before returning to his task.

Motowa was barely breathing again, her own orgasm close as well. She noticed Shinji begin to hyperventilate underneath her, as well as his hips pumping up and down to meet Motowa's mouth. Oh, to hell with it... She thought, and continued to pleasure him even as his shaft began to twitch and pulse.

That fact wasn't lost on Shinji, who had added a finger to his pleasuring, slipping it inside Motowa. The notion that she was willing to let him come in her mouth was enough to bring him over the edge, dragging Motowa over with him. If his lips weren't wrapped around Motowa's clit he probably would have woken Misato up with his shouting. He came into Motowa's mouth, emptying himself forcefully in several bursts.

Motowa likewise came, every muscle locked up and her breathing completely halted. The two stayed in this tableau for nearly ten seconds before they relaxed again.

The first thing Motowa did when she relaxed is spit the contents of her mouth out onto the waiting tissues in her hand. She had to spit three times before she got enough semen out of her mouth. “How... how did you like that, Shinji?” She said, balling up the tissue and throwing it at the wastebasket.

The tissue ball spun lopsidedly as it went in. Motowa, seeing that she hit her target, rolled over so she could relax without suffocating Shinji. “Once I find my mind again, I'll let you know...” Shinji replied breathlessly. “My god, Motowa, you know how to make me feel good.”

“So do you.” She said, sitting up.

Shinji looked at Motowa, and simply shook his head in amazement. “What?” Motowa asked.

“I love you.”

Motowa smiled. “I love you too.”

Shinji sat up and leaned forward, but Motowa brought a hand to his lips. “Er, sorry Shinji, but we've both got a mouthful of each other. Better to brush our teeth first.”

Shinji nodded. “Okay.” He slouched a little. “That means I have to get up sooner than I wanted...”

Motowa smiled. “Lazy bed slug.”

---

“You know, the more I think about it, the more I feel that we've broken one of NERV's regulations...” Shinji said around a mouthful of rice as he and Motowa ate breakfast.

“Which, the one that states that Pilots aren't allowed to have fun?” Motowa replied with a smirk before taking a sip of her coffee, clad only in a white shirt she borrowed off of Shinji and her panties from the previous night (”I'm going to be sloshing around all day,” Motowa had complained, and Shinji got a whack on the arm for replying “You could always go without them.”).

“No, th-- hey, wait, that isn't in there.” Shinji replied with a smirk.

“Sure it is. Regulation 61, subsection 11.5.” Motowa said, an obvious lie.

“That one has to do with preparation for a synch test.”

Motowa blinked. “Is it?”

“Yep. I memorized that section after one of the LCL filters got clogged with dandruff.”

“You have dandruff that bad?”

“Not nearly, but the LCL filters were overdue for a replacement, it was exceedingly hot that day and I was running late to make things worse.”

“That must have been embarrassing.”

“It wasn't too bad, until Ritsuko, thinking that it was entirely my fault, made me stand in front of the entire tech staff and recite Regulation 61... including...” Shinji turned slightly pink at the memory. “...proper personal hygiene of the genitals.”

Motowa put a hand over her mouth to avoid spraying the table with half-chewed rice as she burst out into a fit of giggles. “Thanks.” Shinji said dryly as Motowa began to get her giggling under control.

“Sorry, Shinji...” Motowa said, having calmed down. “You must have been beet red.”

“Believe me, I was.”

Motowa thought for a second. “Okay, how about I make it up to you. I'll tell you something embarrassing that happened to me at NERV the other day.”

“If you want to.”

“I may as well. Besides, you might be able to help me with something in the process.”

“Oh?”

“I'll explain. I was trying to get my plug suit on, and they come all done up, and I couldn't figure out where it opened or how to otherwise get it on. That... seam thing, whatever it's called...”

“Moores' Seam. A scientist named Matthew Moores was one of the lead designers for the plug suits.”

“Oh, that's what it's called. Anyway, I can't get the thing on, so I have to walk out and ask Ritsuko-san for help. She ends up sending Maya to help me put the suit on.”

“Yeah, Maya knows her way around a plug suit. Rumour has it that some aspect of it was the subject of her thesis.”

“Really? Cool... I'm getting sidetracked again. What confused me is, while she was helping me put the suit on she seemed kinda distracted, and once or twice I'm pretty sure she was trying to steal a glance at me.”

“What?” Shinji said in disbelief.

“I know what you're thinking, Maya always acts so professional all the time, but yeah, I think she was trying to glance at me at least once.”

“That's... a little strange.”

“Yeah. So, um, Shinji... since you've known Maya for longer than I have and all... do you think that, she, um... you know, likes girls?”

“Maybe...” Shinji thought for a second. “You know, now that I look at things from that perspective, the way she speaks to and about Ritsuko-san makes a little more sense.”

“I wonder if they're involved with each other.” Motowa wondered aloud.

Shinji shook his head. “No, I doubt that.”

“No?”

“Nope, and here's why. One, Ritsuko doesn't have as good a handle on her emotions than, say, my dad or Rei, and I've never seen Ritsuko treat Maya any differently than anyone else, excluding when Maya's helping her with coding for the MAGI or something. And two, NERV regulations forbid it... actually, that's what I was getting at in the first place.”

“You mean about us?” Motowa asked, and Shinji nodded in response. “Doesn't count.”

“It doesn't?”

“If I remember correctly, it states that you can't date and/or sleep with, or otherwise become romantically involved with a superior or inferior officer you serve under or over.”

“...Yes, you're right. That's a bit of a relief.”

“Wondering how you were going to break the news to me?” Motowa said with a smirk.

“Wondering more how much of our relationship should be kept secret... or attempted to be kept secret, anyway.”

“You, mister straight-and-narrow, actively thinking about how to cover up breaking a moderately important rule?”

“Love makes us do crazy things.” Shinji said with a chuckle. “Besides, a Canadian politician once said `The state has no business in the bedrooms of the nation', and I'm inclined to agree with him.”

“You sound like me.” Motowa teased. “I take it that book on political quotes from around the world was interesting.”

“Yep. Especially that one that Winston Churchill said about ending sentences in English with prepositions...”

“Which one is that?” Motowa asked.

Shinji switched to a heavily accented English to reply. “`This is the sort of English up with which I shall not put!'”

Motowa giggled. “Oh yeah. It took me a while to get that one correctly. I don't know much about the finer points of English grammar.”

“Yeah, me neither.”

They continued to eat a little in silence until either one could think of something else to talk about. “So Motowa, what's your plug suit's colour?” Shinji asked. “Do you have the black one from Unit 03?”

Motowa shook her head. “I have a red one.”

Shinji dropped his chopsticks at that revelation. “Red?” He repeated, as if he needed to be convinced of the fact.

“Yeah. Matches nicely with my hair, in fact.”

“Motowa, that was Asuka's colour. Does it have an 02 written on the front?”

“...Yes... why?”

Shinji blinked. “You're the new pilot of Unit 02.”

“...Okay.” Motowa still wasn't sure what significance that held.

“That was Asuka's Evangelion as well.”

“...Oh goodness.” Motowa said. “I guess that means Asuka isn't even able to pilot in her condition.” She saw how Shinji's mood had almost immediately darkened at that statement. “--I'm sorry, Shinji, I shouldn't have said that.”

“No. No, it's alright.” Shinji said, beginning to slip into a depression. “All Asuka had been working for, and for nothing... She was striving so hard to be the best at what she did.”

“Really? I didn't know she was so passionate about piloting.”

“It's all she ever knew. She'd been piloting longer than Rei or I.”

“...Oh, speaking of which,” Motowa said suddenly, grateful for an opportunity to change the subject, “when did you want to leave for the synch test today?”

“...Synch test?” Shinji repeated confusedly.

“Yeah. We have one today, early, too. Ten-thirty.”

Shinji glanced at the wall clock and his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “Damn! We're late!”

“What? We are?” Motowa asked. “Crap...”

“I'll deal with the dishes here, you go get changed.” Shinji said to Motowa.

“Okay.” Motowa replied, dashing off to Shinji's room.

Shinji did a perfunctory scrape of the dishes at the table and was halfway through writing a note for Misato when Motowa returned in her original clothing. “Okay, let's hit the road.” Motowa said.

“Yep.” Shinji said, scribbling a signature on the note and heading for the door.

“Forget the White Knight,” Motowa said as they both got their shoes on and headed out the door. “you're the White Rabbit. `I'm late, I'm late, for a very important date, no time to say hello, goodbye, I'm late I'm late I'm late!'”

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Despite earlier assurances that this chapter would get out sooner, it... didn't.

Sorry.

Chapter 21 will have no similar promises, though I do know what I'm doing. For the first part, anyway.

Oh, and for those who have commented on my choice of words about the Lemon scene of Lemon Consummé, I consider the scene to be massive as compared to the little one-page jobs I've done for other lemons I've written (Yamato Gun series, Cyberian Winter, Theories).

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So yeah.

Chapter 21, on its way.

*sigh* ...I prided myself on churning out four pages fairly regularly. Stupid plot getting in the way. ^^;