He didn't recall how long he was at it, but Asuka had barely moved all the while, although she did try to fight him at first.
He hadn't bothered to remove her shirt, but her did get her jeans and cotton panties down to her ankles. He fumbled, clumsily, inexperienced, at her too-still form, his rough groping fingers leaving tell-tale red marks on her small breasts and up her thighs. He tried sucking at her undeveloped cinammon nipples, but seeing little point to it, he instead insinuated himself between her legs and resumed what he couldn't finish before.
It seemed a lifetime ago, that moment when she was in the hospital.
Her petite adolescent breasts shivered with each of his puny, adolescent thrusts, and through it all, she said not a word.
Shinji wondered whether this was a good thing or not.
When he finished, he arranged her bra and pulled up her panties, and re-zipped her jeans. He didn't bother tucking in her too-large t-shirt again, but he brushed off the sand from her, and lay back next to her, tired.
He looked up at the brightening sky and discovered it was morning after all.
Shinji looked at Asuka, who still hadn't said anything. A tiny tear welled up at the corner of her eyes. He watched it grow and, when it was too large to continue clinging, it rolled down the side of her face.
"I love you," he said, feeling this was the appropriate thing to say.
Asuka closed her eyes and pointedly tried to ignore him. More tears rolled down her cheeks, but she didn't give him the satisfaction of her childish sobs.
He hadn't bothered to remove her shirt, but her did get her jeans and cotton panties down to her ankles. He fumbled, clumsily, inexperienced, at her too-still form, his rough groping fingers leaving tell-tale red marks on her small breasts and up her thighs. He tried sucking at her undeveloped cinammon nipples, but seeing little point to it, he instead insinuated himself between her legs and resumed what he couldn't finish before.
It seemed a lifetime ago, that moment when she was in the hospital.
Her petite adolescent breasts shivered with each of his puny, adolescent thrusts, and through it all, she said not a word.
Shinji wondered whether this was a good thing or not.
When he finished, he arranged her bra and pulled up her panties, and re-zipped her jeans. He didn't bother tucking in her too-large t-shirt again, but he brushed off the sand from her, and lay back next to her, tired.
He looked up at the brightening sky and discovered it was morning after all.
Shinji looked at Asuka, who still hadn't said anything. A tiny tear welled up at the corner of her eyes. He watched it grow and, when it was too large to continue clinging, it rolled down the side of her face.
"I love you," he said, feeling this was the appropriate thing to say.
Asuka closed her eyes and pointedly tried to ignore him. More tears rolled down her cheeks, but she didn't give him the satisfaction of her childish sobs.
