Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Practice ❯ Inopportunity knocks ( Chapter 23 )

Lemon segments in this chapter. You know better than I am if you'd get offended. Your call.

Shinji walked down the street to the pharmacy, already feeling nervous... but for what reason? He had every right to walk into the store and buy condoms. He had made up an excuse about being out of aspirin to Misato before leaving. Everything seemed to be as it should be.

So why was he standing here, stalling at this light for almost three minutes?

Taking a deep breath, Shinji watched the light change to green one last time and crossed the street. He walked in to the white building with his headphones still on, picking up a bottle of aspirin at the familiar location and then walking to the back of the store where the condom rack was. He could already feel his face flushing slightly.

He turned the corner and blinked hard as he saw Suzuhara Toji stopped and standing directly in front of his destination. “Toji?” He called.

Toji jumped and turned quickly towards Shinji. “Aah! Shinji! What are you doing here?”

“Evidently, the same thing you're doing...” Shinji said, feeling the heat return to his cheeks.

Toji nodded for a second before turning around and staring at the rack again. Shinji walked up and stood beside him, and both pretended to read the boxes while waiting for the other to make the first move. “So...” Toji said, trying to find a suitable conversation starter. “...Any recommendations?”

Shinji glanced at Toji. “What do you think I am, a connoisseur?” He said.

“Well, I don't know. You could be.” He said with a smirk.

Shinji scoffed and turned back to the display rack. “I've never bought these before.”

“Yeah, well, neither have I...”

Silence prevailed again for a minute or so. “D'you have any idea what you're supposed to look for?”

“None.”

Toji sighed. “Whatever. Let's just decide on one.”

“Let's? It's by consensus now?”

“It's better than standing here like idiots.”

Toji looked back at the rack for a second, then picked out a dark blue box and walked off. Shinji looked at a few more boxes before taking another of the dark blue boxes and walking to the cash register.

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knock knock...

Shinji waited for Motowa to answer the door, acutely able to feel the thin cardboard box in his pocket. Motowa answered a few seconds later, and Shinji's eyes nearly bugged out of his head as Motowa came to the door in a white T-shirt and a towel wrapped around her waist. “Umm...”

Motowa giggled. “Sorry, I thought I'd take a shower before you got here.”

“I gathered that... erm, maybe you should come out of the doorway...”

Motowa blinked. “I was going to anyway... but why the rush?”

“Well, you're dripping wet and wearing white, for one.” Shinji said, glancing down at Motowa's chest.

Motowa looked down and blushed as she realized that the front of her T-shirt had gone translucent. “Whoops...” She said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Um, come in...” She said.

They both started to laugh as Shinji walked in the door and closed it behind him. “You didn't realize what would happen if you wore white?” Shinji asked as he slipped off his shoes.

“I heard you knock and reached for the first thing I had handy.” Motowa replied. “I didn't even realize what colour it was.”

Shinji smirked. “I don't mind.”

Motowa smirked right back at Shinji. “I'm sure you don't.”

The smiles eventually fell from both teens' faces as they stared into each others' eyes. “...Um, right, I almost forgot... were you able to, um, buy them?” Motowa asked.

Shinji nodded. “Um, Shinji...” Motowa started.

“Yes, Emmu-chan?”

“...Make love to me.”

Shinji didn't say anything, for he didn't have to. He simply walked forward and captured Motowa's lips in a deep kiss to reply to his orange-haired lover's request. Their arms wrapped around each other, squishing the wet fabric of Motowa's T-shirt between them. Shinji blinked and broke the kiss when he could feel his own shirt become wet with the water in Motowa's. “Um, sorry.” Motowa said, looking down at Shinji's shirt.

Shinji shook his head, looking down at his shirt. “It's alright...” He smirked again as he continued, “I don't suspect that I'll be wearing it for very long.”

Motowa giggled as Shinji leaned in again, pressing his lips to hers. On impulse, he decided to literally sweep Motowa off her feet, picking her up and cradling her in his arms while not once breaking the kiss. Shinji glanced up quickly to get his bearings before starting to walk to Motowa's room.

Motowa wrapped her arms around Shinji's neck, more for extra support than anything, as he slowly walked to the back of the house. White knight indeed. Motowa thought, her tongue fencing with Shinji's.

Shinji momentarily lost his balance halfway down the hall, but he ended up propped up against the wall with his back. Lucky. Both teens thought as Shinji pushed off the wall, continuing his walk. A small part of his mind noticed that Motowa's towel had come loose and was hanging off of her hips.

After what seemed like a small eternity they reached Motowa's bedroom. Stepping around the table in the middle of the room, Shinji slowly laid Motowa down on the futon, where Motowa flung the towel away before almost dragging him on top of her as they continued to kiss.

Shinji took the opportunity of having at least one of his hands finally freed (the other was occupied with holding some of his weight) to caress Motowa, starting with her neck and moving to her side, and then moving to random locations, not once breaking contact with her. Motowa sighed at the attention as she untucked Shinji's shirt and ran her hands up Shinji's back.

Shinji took that as a cue and sat up to undo the buttons on his shirt. “Let me.” Motowa said as she moved Shinji's hands away and taking over the tedious task.

Shinji gasped as Motowa leaned in and began to kiss what part of Shinji's chest she exposed with each button. When the shirt was finally undone, Shinji shrugged it off his shoulders. “Your turn...” Shinji said as he undid the buttons on Motowa's shirt in much the same fashion.

Shinji had to almost peel the wet shirt off of Motowa's front as he undid the buttons, but the effort was more than worth it, judging from the small noises Motowa was making above his head.

Shinji had planned to stop when he hit the fabric of the towel, not realizing that it wasn't around Motowa's waist anymore. So it came as a little bit of a shock when he ended up at Motowa's pubic hair, the orange-haired girl giggling slightly at the sensation. Shinji very quickly came to the decision that it didn't matter where the towel was, so long as it was off of Motowa. He again sat up to take off his pants, but Motowa again told him to let her do it.

Shinji gulped as Motowa dragged Shinji's underwear off with the pants, leaving him as naked as her. “Do you want to put it on, or should I?” Motowa asked.

Shinji, somewhat lost Motowa's eyes, forgot what Motowa was talking about. “Put what on?” He asked dreamily.

Motowa giggled and figured her actions were going to speak louder than her words. She wrapped one hand around Shinji's erection and gave it a gentle tug. The sudden jolt of pleasure seemed to remind Shinji of the meaning behind Motowa's question. “Right...” Shinji said, looking around for his discarded pants.

Finding them, he quickly got out the dark blue package and opened it. Inside were six condoms in individual wrappers. Shinji took one out and looked at it, then looked back at Motowa. “Your call.”

“Oh, what the hey, I'll do it.” Motowa said, taking the package from Shinji. She flipped it over to read what was on it, and she raised an eyebrow. “Did you just get the first one you saw?” She asked with a smirk.

“Um, sort of... why?” Shinji asked, actually reading the box for the first time.

His face turned bright red as he realized that he had bought a box of flavored condoms. “Oh my.” He said. “Erm, sorry?”

Motowa shrugged. “I don't particularly care, you're the one who's going to be wearing them.”

“True.” Shinji said, watching Motowa tear the package open and take out its contents.

She took a hesitant sniff of the condom, then, to Shinji's surprise, actually leaned forward and took a lick of the latex. “Hmm, pineapple.”

A second later both teens started giggling madly, dark blushes coming across their faces. “What'd you do that for?” Shinji asked breathlessly.

“Well, they're flavoured... I wanted to know what they tasted like.”

“Okay.” Shinji replied.

The two Pilots' eyes met for an instant, and their laughter died away. “Um, right.” Motowa said, glancing down at Shinji's lap.

She blinked when she saw that Shinji had gone soft. Shinji himself looked down. “Huh.” He said. “Go figure.”

“I'd prefer to go make that hard again.” Motowa replied with a smirk.

Shinji paused at Motowa's pun. “That works too.” He said after a few seconds.

Motowa moved forward and gently pushed Shinji into a lying position on the futon. After he shifted so he was fully on the futon (where he ended up, his head was off one side), she grabbed hold of Shinji's most sensitive part. She could feel Shinji's pulse in it as it swelled with blood again. She toyed with it for a while, letting it become as hard as it was, and then looked at the condom. “Ready?”

Shinji propped himself up on his elbows. “I think you can see the answer to that question.”

Motowa smiled as she brought the condom down on the head of shinji's member and tried to unroll it. “Whoops.” Motowa said when she realized that she was trying to put it on backwards.

“Mmm...” Shinji said as the somewhat strange sensation of having what amounted to a second skin be put over his erection.

“D'you think it's on right?” Motowa asked, appraising her work.

“I don't know... only one way to find out, isn't there?” Shinji replied.

“Only one that I know of...”

Motowa climbed on top of Shinji and straddled him. “Ready?”

“Ready as I'll ever be...”

Motowa grasped Shinji once more and was about to guide him into her when she was startled by a loud siren that seemed to echo through the city. Both teens froze for a good ten seconds.

Motowa realized what it was first, and upon that realization, exasperatedly said “You've got to be kidding me.”

It was an Angel alarm.

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It's official. I'm a bastard.

Yes, I know this shouldn't have taken this long to write. I was busy with several projects, including but not limited to a mock-up soundtrack for a game that doesn't exist, a D&D campaign and an attempt to write something for the Winter Wonderland contest at MediaMiner. So yeah. Practice has been neglected.

At least I got this here before the new year... ^^:

Whatever holiday you celebrate around this time, have a good one.

TRR