She hates being played for a fool.
"A week ago!" Turn around, shocked expression, replace with a scowl upon heraing the Third's pathetic attempt at making up an excuse: "I- You…it's not what it looks like, Asuka!"
"That's it!"
She hates it even more when it's apparent she fell for it, taking it in; hook, line, sinker and all.
"You will have to excuse us for a moment." False smile, while grabbing his arm and twisting it back, wrenching it up to imobilize him. "Asuka, cut it out! That hurts!" Push and shove still smiling, ignoring the shocked expressions of the others.
"We need a moment or two alone."
She ignores his strangled cries, pushing him forcefully onto the bed, and not giving him a second to ask, to wonder, or to plead, she grabs his wrists with her hands, forcefully pushing him down on the mattress, her strong legs circling around his midsection effectively pinning him down.
He's at her mercy, and she will not forgive, nor forget.
Minutes later, in a remote corner of her mind she subconsciously hears the sound of a door opening, followed by the strangled gasps of surprise.
She doesn't care.
They don't care, and it shows.
And as the door is closed softly again, as if trying to not interrupt (Even though not even an angel from heaven above would be able to do so) they continue falling onto each other for support, comfort, and love.
And as she stands on top of him, her hands still placed along his thin, fragile wrists, holding his arms up above his head, showing no signs of letting go anytime soon (And he's showing no signs of resisting too) they continue to be immersed in each other, forgetting themselves in their own lips; a kiss so soft, yet so pressing; so desperate yet so aloof, only one thing comes to her mind besides the continuous words of OHMYGODI'MKISSINGSHINJI playing over and over in her mind:
Asuka Langley Sohryu hates being played for a fool, and when she captures and extracts her revenge, she takes her sweet time.
And Shinji is glad that, for once, she shows no signs of finishing any time soon.
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She loves gravity.
Not the kind that keeps the planets on their orbits and make the comets fly by.
She loves the pull of things, how everything becomes imminent, how there's now other way, no other possibility for it to turn out. And she can't help but wonder as she is falling down, the gravity of it all pulling her towards, are the memories she holds still true? Did they really happen? Or have the tears deluded them like water does to everything, washing the emotions behind the memories away?
"Asuka!!"
She shudders as she feels the fear passing thru her spine; and suddenly it becomes a possibility that maybe, just maybe, this time, tomorrow, everything will change: the rain currently falling against the boat will cease to follow, instead becoming a mist that like that same memory will fade into one more day, the first of many away from-
"ASUKA!!"
SHe stops mid thought, unsure if she heard or if she wanted to hear that voice crying that name.
"ASUKA!!!"
There it is again, and this time she knows that something, somewhere out there keeps calling her name. Did she imagine it?
And try as she might to fight it, she feels it in her bones, she feels it in her soul; Something is pulling her, and she can't help but smile as she feels the gravity of it all.
She climbs the rail and let's herself go, falling towards the big blue; hands spread out, and anguish in her face.
And he catches her, holding onto her for dear life.
"I love you..." He repeats at her, over and over. "I should have told you I'm crazy about you."
And she really loves the gravity of it all.
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AN: there are few authors who are regarded as the classical one; and there are few fics that even after a year or two are still as enjoyable as when you first read them. The hate part is a shout out to Ryoma's excellent fic "The Best Laid Plans"; here's hoping someday we get the much anticipated update for TBLP2.