Lemon Warning

The man's head hit the pillow hard, his breathing deep and heavy, sweat dripping from every pore in his body. He looked positively drained. Misato's hands traced down his chest feeling the hard muscles underneath. Despite all the vigorous activity, his manhood was still rock hard inside of her, but he was exhausted. She felt fluid leaving her body, most of it wasn't hers.

"Didn't think I was that good," Misato commented.

"Christ, woman," he managed. His hands weakly gripping her hips. "I never met anyone as energetic as you!" He finally calmed his breath, though she felt him twitch inside her again. "And I can't believe you wanted to go bareback like that."

"I hate not feeling everything," Misato replied. "Besides, what is fun without a little risk."

"I guess," the man replied, but rather unsure sounding to her. Misato pulled herself off of him causing the man to groan in pleasure. "We gotta do this again sometime."

"Sometime? Not now?"

"God, I want to," he admitted. "I just don't have it in me."

"Aww… It's okay. I know where to find you. And don't worry about the hotel room, I've already covered the bill."

Misato walked into the bathroom of the hotel suite and looked at herself in front of the full body mirror. Her body was on point… the best she's ever looked. Any remaining sag she had seven days ago was completely gone, and her face looked as fresh as when she was 17. Her hair shined and her eyes were almost alight with power. She smiled, and noticed even her teeth were perfect. All these changes started to show themselves the very morning after her liaison with that girl….

I guess Octavia kept her promise somehow… who was she really?

And it was at that moment the question came unbidden… one that terrified her as suddenly as it came to her. People don't normally get younger and more alive like this; they don't just suddenly loose skin blemishes and imperfections sudden drop excess weight, start getting more energy… it was as if the clock was literally turned back on her nearly two entire decades, and it only took a week.

She rested a hand on her lower tummy, inches above her hairless slit. Her heartrate increased as she watched the mixed fluids slowly make their way down her inner thigh, now no longer filling her with excitement, but rather fear. And rolling over all of that, taking center stage, the question that now haunted her….

What was she?

II: Vigor

Returning to work was an odd feeling for Misato. Though she had to deal with the oddity of her new life, she tried her best to return to the one she had… she still had obligations to fulfill. As expected, everyone noticed that Misato looked amazing. She simply brushed it off as her time in a local spa that made her look and feel so much better. Although she couldn't be sure if the excuse was bought by all, it was enough to ultimately silence those who wondered.

Looking at her office, Misato sighed. It was as she had always had it… folders everywhere, stacks of paper blocking any view though the window, unfinished reports that were begging for attention. It was a maelstrom of chaos and office hell… and it was about to be changed. She spent almost the entirety of her first day back reorganizing her office from top to bottom, clearing the dirt, dealing with the messes left by Penpen, and making it look professional once more.

It was nearly 8pm when she finally finished the process and she admired her own handiwork. Her desk was immaculate now; a paragon of order, organization and efficiency. Her files were put away, older work she had finished but never refiled had been put away, old records she no longer needed had been sent to the archives, and out of date material that no longer held any relevance had been shredded according to office policy. At long last, she had her workspace back again.

Where did I get the energy for this?

A knock at her door drew her attention away from her handiwork and to her door. She opened it to find her operations director, Syuko. It was time to go over the closing reports she realized. Misato allowed her entrance, and watched as the younger girl appeared shocked at the changed state of the office.

"You… cleaned?" she noted.

"Yeah, finally had enough of all the clutter," Misato admitted. "Figured my first order of business was to get myself back in order."

"Looks amazing."

Misato watched as the younger girl walked towards her usual place next to the desk. She wore an office skirt that cut off just below the knee, black stockings, a white short-sleaved shirt and tie and her customary glasses. Misato could make out she was wearing very close-cut panties by the lines visible in the fabric of her skirt. Her bust was ample though no where near what Misato herself had. In total, she was a very attractive young woman, and Misato suddenly found that she wanted her.

Wonder if she's game…

Misato knew that Gendo had already gone home for the day over an hour ago, leaving just her, Syuko and the night time ops team in the building, and they were in the other wing. Misato could take the girl here and now and no one would know.

Syuko set down her folder and opened it, working from a standing position. Her hair was in twin braids, in a style that wouldn't look out of place on a certain daughter of the Adams Family. Pushing one over her shoulder, she adjusted her glasses and was about to start going over the report when Misato gently took hold of her shoulders and began to massage them. Syuko oddly didn't freeze up when she was touched simply straightened her back and let her CO pamper her.

"How did you know I needed that?" she asked in a low voice.

"We work in an office," Misato noted. "Stress is constant and unrelenting, especially in our job."

Misato watched as the girl closed her eyes and let Misato continue to work out the kinks

"I always wanted you to do this," Syuko purred then suddenly came to her senses as she realized she just flirted with her boss. "Oh… that sounded horrible."

Misato smirked as she continued to work the muscles along her neck and upper back. "On the contrary… that was exactly what I wanted to hear."

Before the girl could respond Misato gently kissed her neck above the collar. She felt and heard the girl breathe out heavily at the attention, leaning back into Misato. She had always suspected the girl was overachieving to gain the Ops Director position just to be closer to her, and now she had confirmation of this. As Misato kissed her neck gently, Syuko undid her own collar and worked the buttons on her shirt opened as she removed her glasses. Her lace edged bra was now becoming visible as was the valley between the girl's breasts. As soon as the last button was freed, Misato gently brushed the fabric from her shoulders and the girl allowed it to simply fall from her. Leaning harder, she cooed as Misato wrapped an arm around her midriff with one arm and took her chin in hand with the other, turning her face slightly to plant kisses against her cheek. Misato could easily feel the girl's body temperature rising.

"You never expressed such ambition before, Syuko," Misato whispered to her between kisses. "Could it be that the only reason you wanted to be Director was so that you could be closer to me?"

Syuko purred from the attention, her left arm reaching up to play with Misato's hair as her other hand slid around to find the button that held her skirt in place. "Am I so transparent?" she asked in a sweet voice.

"You didn't have to resort to such tactics," Misato replied, stepping slightly back so she could reach the button on her skirt. "I've always had my eye on you." One of Misato's hands slid down Syuko's exposed tummy as the girl tugged her skirt free. Her panties were even skimpier than Misato had imagined, with a similar lacy design, and her stockings stopped at midthigh. Misato enjoyed the sight of the girl's body, especially the oh-so-slight pudge at the tops of her stockings. She began to deeply kiss the girl as her hand slid up the soft skin to push up one of the cups of the girl's bra. The young Syuko broke the kiss and gasped as Misato's hand slide over her breast and areola, causing the nipple to become almost painfully erect.

"You even dressed for the occasion," Misato noted as she gently turned the girl around to lean against the desk. Syuko took that moment to unhook her bra from the front and allow it to fall freely to the desk. "You're not even afraid someone will see."

"Let them watch," Syuko purred. "I'll make them all jealous of me." Misato gently tipped the girl back and licked around one of her creamy areolas. She felt Syuko's arms gently encircle her as she softly moaned. Like Misato herself, it seemed her young lover was also sensitive there. Her tongue rounded the nipple causing the girl to moan even more appreciatively at the ministrations. But for Misato, this was merely the appetizer.

She heard and felt Syuko moan and shudder as she dragged her fingers down the girl's ribs and tummy to the waistband of her panties. Her mouth followed, as she ran her tongue over those same sensitive spots whilst sinking to her knees, all the while dragging the girl's panties down with her. Much to Misato's delight, she found that unlike most Japanese girls, this one didn't believe in cultivating adult hair.

"Did you do this for me?"

The girl raised her left leg and slid it over the edge of the desk, opening herself up to her beloved CO.

"I prefer it that way," the girl replied. "You feel everything, even if you only use your fingers."

"I'm not stopping with my fingers."

Syuko leaned back and gasped as Misato's tongue was inserted into her body. Gooseflesh covered her as Misato instinctively hit all the most sensitive spots inside of her. Misato heard her moan loudly, sliding her other leg up and allowing Misato to hold her steady by her bum. Syuko's hands slid back to hold her body up and she began to pant and gasp as Misato went to town on her most sensitive places.

The heat Misato felt earlier was reaching a tipping point quickly, so she backed off a second, allowing Syuko to come down a little. As the girl caught her breath, Misato quickly shed her own clothing. She wanted to trib this girl so badly she could feel it already.

"Why…" Syuko gasped. "Why did you… stop…" She opened her eyes as Misato came close to her face. Now both girls were naked. Misato maneuvered the girl's left leg over her hip as Misato's own right leg went up over the girl's left. Upon pulling her in, both of their bare vaginas were now touching. For Misato, this was the ultimate feeling. Syuko nearly cried out from the sudden contact, and Misato wasted no time rubbing into her body.

They kissed, Misato feeling the girl's own breasts rubbing against her own. Her nipples hardened instantly, both girls began to sweat… they kissed, tongues entering a dance that felt perfectly synchronized. Fluids mixed between them, furthering making their bodies slick. Syuko's heat felt as if it were passing though Misato's body, causing her to moan before resuming their kiss.

Their hips were perfectly coordinated as they rubbed into each other. Misato was grateful at that moment that she didn't wear stockings to work, as fluid was running down her leg to the floor. The folds of their bodies rubbed together; the inner folds of Misato excited into a frenzy of nerve impulses that translated into a euphoria that even Octavia before her could not match. Syuko pushed back, becoming the aggressor and Misato let her, even lifting the girl up slightly to hit the perfect spot on each other. She felt her nails digging into the Syuko's ass cheeks, and the girl responded only by grinding harder and even more desperately. Misato felt her clit throbbing and something inside her reach a boiling point.

It wasn't until Misato cried out in her own orgasm that she realized Syuko was holding back for her. Now satisfied that her beloved CO had all the pleasure she could handle, Syuko visibly let go, her body going rigid as she nearly screamed in pleasure.

Misato's hands quickly moved up her back to hold her steady as she let her down to the desk. The poor girl's legs were twitching and shaking uncontrollably, fluid dripping off the desk to the floor now that they were separated somewhat. Syuko's head ended up on Misato's shoulder as she took deep breaths and tried to calm down her spasming and twitching.

"That was amazing, Syuko-chan," Misato whispered seductively.

"I am glad, Misato-sama," she replied in a weak voice. "I can't believe you can still stand after that."

Misato chuckled. "Truth be told, it is taking a bit of willpower to do this." She felt the girl chuckle slightly but also felt her heart pounding throughout her body. Misato for her part felt the same way she felt after her encounter with that man a few days ago… more than ready for round two.

"I need a few minutes I think," Syuko whispered as her breath finally started to even out.

"Go ahead. You can use the conference room if you need to. We better get dressed or at least out of sight before someone actually does see us."

Syuko smirked and watched Misato gather her clothes for her. Taking them, she walked into the dark adjoined conference room none-too-steadily.

Misato sighed and started to get dressed again.

That shouldn't have happened. I should have been just as brunt out after that as she was and yet… what the hell is happening to me?

As soon as she was dressed, she checked on Syuko again, noting the girl was apparently unable to stay awake and had passed out almost immediately after messily dressing herself. Misato carefully moved the girl to the couch in that room and let her nap while finishing the day's assignments herself. Misato knew Syuko normally took a bus home so Misato decided she would simply drive the girl back herself, so she didn't have to try to get her to her bus before it left.

After work, Misato took Syuko home, kissing her deeply before they parted wordlessly; their hands held until only their pinkies were crossed, all the while looking into each other's eyes…

So, this is what it feels like to be in love for real…

As she drove away from the girl's apartment, she thought back to the night she was with Octavia and began to remember exactly what the girl had said to her…

"I wish I could have my youth back… I wish I had the power to control my life… I just wish… I had more time."

"What if you could?"

"What?"

"If you had that option? Would you really want to take it?"

Misato's heart sank.

I didn't even hesitate…

No longer wanting to go back to her own apartment, she was now on a new mission. She spent hours dropping by the more popular clubs she'd been to during her vacation, paying the entry fee even though she knew that if she didn't find what she was looking for in a timely manner, she was just going to leave and not reenter the club. That didn't stop her though, she needed to find Octavia. She had to know the truth. Did she do something to her, or was she going crazy?

For nearly four hours she jumped from club to club, looking for the elusive girl, but to no avail. Defeated, she finally returned home. She needed food and a shower… and probably a beer. The apartment was pitch black when she entered, but that was normal. As soon as the door was closed, she felt something… a pull inside her that seemed to be drawn away from the door. Before she could even question where the feeling was coming from, she heard a familiar voice.

"Lock the door, but leave the lights off."

Misato did so, as if ordered to.

"Shinji?" Misato quietly replied, hopeful.

"Yeah," Shinji replied immediately and in the same even tone.

Misato sighed in relief and turned around, in this darkness she could at most make out a silhouette about three meters away from her. But maybe now, she could finally start getting answers.

"What happened to you?" she asked, even in this gloom she could tell something had changed about him. The strange draw she was feeling towards him was only increasing, causing her to run her hands down the front of her pant legs.

Am I getting turned on by my ex-ward?!

"I was about to ask you the same question," Shinji responded. "You look about my age now, definitely full of vigor that I didn't even know you possessed… almost supernatural."

Misato swallowed; he was partially confirming her suspicions that something was done to her. The fear creeped up her spine but did nothing to quell the latent attraction she was feeling now.

"Are you somehow able to sense something?"

"Yes," Shinji replied darkly. "For reasons I can't get into right now, I've become far more sensitive to supernatural oddities than normal. And right now, you are lighting up in my senses like a floodlight in the darkness."

"Something is tugging on me… trying to pull me closer to you…" She reached for the light.

"Don't turn it on," Shinji said sharply, and despite her perceived relationship to him as his CO she found herself unable to resist, as if his word was suddenly law. "You won't like what you see."

She simply nodded, unable to resist his words.

"Have you met anyone recently, other than your fuck-buddies?"

Her face reddened in both embarrassment and anger.

"How the fuck did you-"

"Just answer the question, Misato."

The lack of an honorific signaled to her that he wasn't in the mood for her backtalk, and that he saw himself in a superior position to her. For the moment, she bit her tongue and conceded that he was indeed in such a position, even though she had no understanding as to why it was this way.

"I did meet a girl at the start of my vacation," she finally replied.

There was silence for a moment. "Tell me."

"Her name was… is… Octavia. A little shorter than me… perfect body… perfect everything really. She fucked like a goddess." Misato paused a moment, remembering that night and feeling that love again… a love that had been absent since her disappearance, but somewhat overshaded by her encounter with Syuko. "So beautiful…" She had no idea to which girl she was referring to.

"You've changed."

This broke her form her thoughts. "In what way… other than the obvious."

"You were never open about your sexual encounters before…"

"So what?"

"You've also never had sex this often," he pointed out.

"How the fuck do you know all this?! You've been spying on me!"

"Never mind that now," Shinji immediately responded. "Something is very wrong with you."

"Nothing is wrong with me," she retorted. "Everything is right! I'm in the best shape of my life and being the energetic woman I've always wanted to be!"

"You feel invigorated after sex… don't you? That's why you've been having so much lately."

This froze her in her tracks… that was the lynchpin to all of this… his observations were spot on and now she was aware of it too…

"Something terrible may be happening to you, Misato."

She shook her head. "Enough of all this, Shinji-kun. Please come home."

There was an awkward silence, as if he was thinking about it. Finally, after too long a pause for her, he replied… and it wasn't the answer she wanted.

"I can't. Neither NERV, nor Darklight can counter what's happening right now."

"Where are Asuka and Mari?" Misato demanded.

"Safe, that's all I can say."

Misato's anger hit it's peak and she finally broke free of the influence Shinji seemed to have over her.

"Enough of this!" she snapped, and turned on the light. She blinked momentarily before focusing on Shinji…

He wasn't there…

"Damnit! Ikari!" she nearly screamed. "What the fuck is going on?!"

(Help me!) I broke apart my insides!

(Help me!) I've got no soul to sell!

(Help me!) The only thing that works for me,

Help me get away from myself

I want to fuck you like an animal

I want to feel you from the inside

I want to fuck you like an animal

My whole existence is flawed

You get me closer to God

"So many emotions, all at once… Syuko… Octavia… Shinji… What's happening to me? Can it be stopped? Do I really want it to?"

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