Legal stuffs: this story, it has teh sex!!  Don’t read it if you’re like, under 18 and stuff, cuz that’s bad.  Oh yeah, and I don’t own no Evangelion, I just write smut about it, so don’t sue me.  That cover everything?  Good… now on to the naughtiness!

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By Rx7

The train clattered along, carrying its sole occupants to God alone knew where.  The boy, a somber looking youth in his mid teens, was staring at the other rider, a girl of the same age, and trying to make sense of this recurring dream.  At least it’s different dialogue, the boy, Shinji Ikari, thought pragmatically, I mean, most of the time, when you have the same dream, it’s the SAME, right?  This one’s just always… on a train – the conversation’s different each time.  I wonder what that means.

Rei Ayanami, the girl, had just finished telling Shinji that his friend Touji Suzuhara was to be transferred to another hospital very shortly.  Somehow, the bits of information the blue-haired girl passed along in these little dream meetings always proved to be true… but Shinji always rationalized that it was because he had heard it in passing and just never remembered while he was conscious.

After all, the idea of dream-talking was fairly absurd by anyone’s standards, even those that willingly accepted that Shinji was the pilot of a huge biomechanical monster called an Evangelion.

“So he’s leaving too,” Shinji mused, amazed once more by the vividness of the dream.

“Yes,” Rei said simply, “his physical therapist recommended a less stressful environment… and as he is no longer in immediate medical danger, he will be moved within the week.”

Shinji sighed.  “He didn’t tell me,” he said heavily.  “He must hate me for what I did to him.”

Rei seemed indifferent.

“Perhaps,” she said evenly, “but that is beyond your control.”

Silence fell once more as they stared at each other, and slowly, Shinji grew more and more despondent, ultimately averting his eyes from Rei’s calm, patient stare.

“No one understands me,” he said abruptly.

“I understand you.”

Shinji chuckled pathetically.  “How could you?” he whispered.  “No one knows what it’s like to have the pressure I have on me – to know that every time you go out there, one mistake could cost thousands of lives.  No one knows what it’s like to have to pilot…”

As he trailed off, Rei nodded.  “You see, now,” she observed, “perhaps there is no one else in this world other than me who CAN understand you.  The Second, possibly, but she seems… too concerned with her own issues.  Is that correct?  But she, and I, are the only ones able to fully appreciate your situation.”

“Yeah,” Shinji admitted after a moment of thought, “I guess you’re right, but I-”

“Have you tried to understand anyone else, before expecting understanding in return?”

Shinji averted his eyes, staring fixedly at the far side of the train, where the identification number of the car they were riding in was written.

“…no, but you’ve never shown that you WANT me to understand you – so why would I even try?”

Rei considered this for a moment.  “Perhaps that is true,” she admitted quietly, “though I would not know how to ask you for such attention… were we to meet outside of this place.”

A small frown wrinkled Shinji’s brow.  This is MY dream, he thought ironically, but she’s talking like it’s hers.

“Regardless,” Rei continued, “I-”

“So it’s up to me,” Shinji cut in quietly, rising to his feet and staring down at the First with an unreadable expression.  “And if I told you that I wanted to understand you, and that I wanted you to understand me… what would you say to that?”

After pondering it for a moment, Rei replied, “It depends on how sincere your desires were, and how you presented yourself, I suppose.”

Stepping forward until he was standing directly in front of her, Shinji put his shaking hands on her shoulders.  “Then be with me,” he said simply, “even if it’s only ever in this place – this reality… be with me, Ayanami, right now.”

Rei gazed up into his eyes, saying nothing for a moment before murmuring, “Alright.”

Though it was a dream, their clothes refused to simply vanish, forcing them to remove them by hand.  Since it was a dream, however, they held no fear of discovery, stripping naked and lying on the pile of clothes in the middle of the floor.  Things began to blur and run together, coming in bursts and images as Shinji began to make love to the Rei in his mind, flowing into single word concepts as they reached the culmination.

Acceptance… entrance… pleasure… union…

…disruption.

“Shinji, wake up.”

- - - - -

Shinji sat in his bed, staring at nothing.  The light filtering through his window was weak and unfocused, the winking lights of the city barely illuminating enough of his room for him to see the far wall as he contemplated the dream he had just had.  One hand was resting behind him, supporting him, and the other was resting on his right knee, his left leg a barely visible blob under the raised covers.  He sat this way to avoid getting his sheets messy.

The dream had been very powerful.

“Disgusting,” he whispered hollowly, all too aware of the patch of sticky fluid gluing his underpants to his abdomen.

Truly disgusting.

The rest of the house was deathly silent, save for the occasional, raucous snore from Misato’s room.  No one was awake.  No one stirred.

No one had called his name.

“Why am I up?” he asked himself, flicking his covers back – and noting with some distaste that despite his best efforts, there was a small, innocuous spot of semen on his top sheet.

He felt rather sick.

I can’t be here right now, he thought, wiping his eyes angrily as a few errant tears tried to slip free of his eyelids, I can’t be here!!

Throwing a robe around himself, Shinji grabbed a pair of underpants and went into the bathroom, peeling the soiled pair off as soon as the door was closed and grabbing a washcloth wipe himself with, though even after this task was complete, he still felt dirty.  Pulling his clean underwear on, Shinji balled the old ones and the washcloth into a tight bundle and shoved them into the hamper, thankful for once that he had drawn the lion’s share of the chores around the house.

No one would find his disgusting mess before he had a chance to clean it up.

…no one would care even if they did.

Oh, they’d care, Shinji told himself as he headed back into his room, if it was Asuka, I’d be a disgusting pervert.  If it was Misato… I’d be a disgusting pervert anyway, but she’d tease me about it for weeks, no – years!

Shaking off the urge to run back into the bathroom and immediately throw everything in the hamper into a wash load, Shinji tossed his robe onto the bed – making sure it landed on the small wet spot, in case anyone came in to check on him – and opened his closet, robotically picking out a pair of school slacks and a button up shirt, in spite of the presence of several pairs of jeans and tee shirts Misato’s insistence had ensured wound up there.

School clothes made him comfortable.

School clothes helped him forget that he had no reason to dress in casual clothes.

Making his way into the kitchen, Shinji pulled a small pad of paper out of one of the drawers and jotted a quick note.

Misato,

            I couldn’t sleep, so I’m going out for a walk.

After a moment’s thought, he slowly added,

            I’m not running away, so you don’t have to send Section Two after me like last time.  I’ll be back before breakfast.

-Shinji

With a quiet sigh, Shinji laid the pad in the middle of the kitchen table, where it would be clearly visible.  The last thing he wanted in his current state of mind was to be jumped by fourteen armed security personnel; all growling that he had an obligation to return with them IMMEDIATELY.

As if he could ever forget his obligations.

The cool night air was a pleasant change from the cramped, clammy atmosphere of his room, and as he exited the apartment building and randomly turned right, he found his thoughts wandering back to his dream.  What struck him as most odd was not the dream itself, as he had experienced his fair share of sexual dreams, but the vividness of it all.  Nothing faded, even after more than a half hour of being awake.  He could remember every word, every touch, and every soft cry the First had made.

If he closed his eyes tight enough and smacked his lips, he imagined that he could even remember how her skin had tasted.

“Wouldn’t mind dreaming that again,” he whispered to himself, thankful that no one else would ever hear these words.  “Tomorrow night would be fine – every night would be ok, too.  I wouldn’t even mind changing the sheets…”

Reaching the entrance to the train station, he smiled to himself, slipping his card through the mag reader with practiced ease as he realized that Asuka’s assessment of him back on the Over the Rainbow had been spot on.

He WAS a pervert.

Shinji sat on the bench to wait for the train, bowing politely to the old woman sitting on one of the other benches and crossing his legs uncomfortably as he noticed that thinking about his dream had made him painfully stiff.

Of course, he thought tiredly, not bad enough that I came on my damn sheets – that wasn’t enough – I need to get a hard-on in front a stranger on the train platform.

If the woman noticed his discomfort, she made no sign, she simply nodded and continued staring off into the distance.  When the first train arrived several minutes later, Shinji stayed put, keeping his eyes on the ground as the woman rose unsteadily to her feet and boarded, never sparing him so much as a second glance.

Thank God, Shinji thought gratefully, ‘Say, son, is that a pool cue in your pocket?’  Stupid thing – go down already!

Forcing his mind into blankness, Shinji finally managed to get his raging erection under control before the next train arrived, though he remained seated as the doors opened, then closed, leaving him once again alone on the train platform.  Blank, he decided, was a very good state of mind – it helped you avoid thinking about WHY you were out on a train platform at ten past midnight when you had school the next day.  Yes, it was definitely better than dwelling on how alone in the world you really were.

A third train came and went before Shinji got to his feet, and as he was starting towards the stairs, the fourth pulled into the station.  Impulsively, Shinji boarded, not even bothering to see which line he was getting on.  Ok, he thought as the doors slid shut, I’m never running away again, I decided that after the last angel fight.  So where am I going right now?  Am I that scared of Ayanami that I don’t even want to dream about having SEX with her??

Taking a seat on the other side of the partition separating the doors from the rest of the train, Shinji continued pondering his lot in life.  Several times, he rose to his feet, thinking that he had ridden the empty train long enough, but each time he found himself sinking back onto the faux felt seats, heaving huge sighs of defeat as something inside of him said, ‘not yet.’

Finally, after God alone knew how many trips around the city, Shinji hoisted himself to his feet and started for the doors.  “This is my stop,” he told himself softly.  “Even if I don’t live here, this is my stop.  I’ll just walk around here for a while, then head back home.  Might even get back before school – what time is it, anyway??”

His head bowed, Shinji stepped up to the door, waiting patiently for the train to come to a complete stop.  When he looked up, however, he found his surroundings rather familiar… and the person on the other side of the train’s doors – the person haunting his dreams – was undoubtedly recognizable.

“A-Ayanami…??”

The girl stepped onto the train.  “Ikari,” she whispered, stopping just inside the doors as Shinji quickly lowered his eyes.  “Hello.”

The doors slid shut, and the train whisked the two pilots away into the night.

Several painful moments of silence followed, during which time Shinji had the opportunity to pinch himself a half dozen times, each a bit harder than the last, until he determined that this was, in fact, reality.  But why is she here? he thought, entirely confused as Rei continued staring at the opposite side of the train – next to him, within a hand’s span of him… but seemingly miles out of reach.

“Were you coming to see me?”

Shinji replied without thinking.

“I don’t know.”

“Mm.”

“…were you coming to see ME?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

“…but I hoped to.”

“I don’t understand.”

Rei shrugged minutely.  “Neither do I,” she admitted softly.  “When I left my apartment, I did not intend to go to yours… but I still felt that I might see you.”

“Why?”

“I do not know.”

Shinji considered this for a minute.  “Wait,” he said quietly, “You hoped you’d see me?  How come?”

Gesturing to the seats, Rei replied with another question.  “May we sit?”

“Um, sure.”

Moving past the partition, the two pilots took seats on opposite sides of the train, Shinji staring towards the front of the car, Rei staring towards the back… two people heading to the same destination, but too uncertain and awkward to actually share the journey.  It was an image so familiar that it made Shinji tired all the way down to his bones.

“So,” he said after a few minutes of quiet, “why were you hoping to see me?”

Rei considered this for a moment.  “I am… not quite sure,” she admitted hesitantly.  “I was in my apartment, and I could not sleep.  I simply felt that if I came this way, there was a chance I might see someone I could talk to.”

“So it wasn’t ME you were looking for,” Shinji observed, his shoulders slumping slightly.

“I was not looking for anyone,” Rei corrected, “I merely had a feeling that I might find someone I could talk to tonight.”

“Huh, so if it was Asuka, you-”

“I cannot talk to her,” Rei interjected calmly.  “The only people I am comfortable with are you… and the Commander.”

Shinji snorted.  “I doubt he’d be riding the train,” he said dismissively.

Nodding, Rei glanced at him from the corner of her eye.  “No,” she confirmed, “he would not.”

“Then, you were… looking for me.”

To this observation, Rei made no reply.

Shinji cleared his throat.  “Is there something… specific you wanted to talk about tonight?” he asked hesitantly, finding himself uncomfortably aware of the emptiness of the train.

Now it was Rei’s turn to hesitate.  “It is… awkward,” she said slowly, “I do not know how to say it.”

“Well, just say it, I guess,” Shinji advised, curious to know what would have the normally stoic First Child treading so lightly.

“Perhaps it would be best if I did not,” Rei said slowly.

“Alright…”

Silence returned, remaining unbroken for three stops as the train carried them further and further from Rei’s apartment.

I hate this so much, Shinji thought desperately.  I want to talk to you, Ayanami – but I don’t know how!  I want to talk to you, and be your friend, and… his hands trembled in his lap as a vivid image of his dream came back to him.  Yes… God, yes, I DO want to do that with you.  Is that so wrong?  To want to be with someone you like?  I don’t even know anymore.

“We are nearing the last stop.”

Shinji glanced up, noticing that there were fewer and fewer lights around them.  “So the train stops there?” he asked, thankful for something to talk about.

“No,” Rei said, shaking her head, “the designers of Tokyo-3 allowed for expansion, building the train system to circle out several miles past the outskirts of town before coming back in from the other side.”

Looking impressed, Shinji said, “Wow, you really know a lot about the city.”

Rei stared down at the floor.  “I have spent my whole life here,” she said quietly.

With a sudden flash of insight, Shinji whispered, “How long have you been ridding this train, Ayanami?”

“Since it was created,” Rei replied levelly. “I have lost count of the number of times I have been on it.  It is very… soothing to be able to have a place I can go where no one else can.  In all the time I have taken this train, no one else has ever willingly gone with me.  Others have inadvertently fallen asleep before the last stop, but it is rare.”

Again, Shinji spoke without thinking.

“How lonely.”

Had he been facing her, Shinji may have caught the brief flash of pain that flickered across Rei’s face.  As it was, he was too caught up in his own thoughts to, finally giving them voice as the automated voice overhead announced that they were approaching the last stop.

“…I’m tired of being alone.”

“As am I…”

Shinji glanced up at the ceiling, carefully keeping his voice neutral as he quietly observed, “I don’t really feel alone right now.”

“Mm,” Rei nodded, “it stands to reason, since I am with you right now.”

Putting his entire mind on hold to keep from thinking about what he was saying, Shinji barely whispered, “I’d… really like to be with you more.  I like being with you.”

If she was offended by his boldness, Rei made no sign.  She simply folded her hands in her lap and replied, “If it is because you like me as a person, I would not mind that at all.  If it is solely out of a desire to avoid loneliness, then my answer would be no.”

“Oh.”

Silence reigned for several moments, broken when Rei finally whispered, “I… had a dream tonight…”

Shinji raised his head.  “Oh…?”

“That is what I hoped to tell you earlier,” Rei said quietly, “but it is – it was…rather personal.”

“Then… why tell me now?” Shinji asked curiously.

Rei shook her head slowly.  “Perhaps because you wish to be with me, I do not know,” she said carefully, “but I have been dreaming of you for some time.”

“Me too.”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve been dreaming about you a lot, too.”

“Mm… how interesting.”

Neither spoke for a moment until Shinji cleared his throat and whispered, “Were we…” he thought about how to phrase his question, finally settling on, “together in your dream…?”

Rei’s reply was almost too quiet to hear.  “…yes.”

“Like, together, together?”

“Yes.”

“…did you like it?”

“…yes.”

Shinji shivered, a sense of unreality washing over him as he found himself repeating his dream.  Silently, he rose to his feet, stepping across the narrow space between them, he shifted from one foot to the other, the words leaving his mouth even as his face twisted up in horror at the expected response.

“Do you want to try it?”

Unlike in the dream, Rei was not so quick to accept.  “Ikari,” she whispered, unable to look him in the eye, “I do not know that it would be as pleasing as it was in your dream.  I am not… experienced.”

“Neither am I,” Shinji pointed out, “but I’ve liked you for a long time, and I really want to be together with you.”

Rei’s cheeks turned an elegant shade of pink.  “You… like me?” she whispered uncertainly.  “What is there to like?  I cannot hold a conversation, I am not talented at cooking or cleaning, and I have never expressed any interest in you…”

Shinji nearly pulled his hands away.  “So you… don’t like me then,” he said softly.

Finally, Rei lifted her head.  “I do,” she said plainly, “but I do not think you would be happy with me.”

Kneeling in front of her, Shinji whispered, “Do you want to try?”

Rei nodded immediately.  “Yes,” she said calmly, “I would like that.”

“Wait,” Shinji said with a forced chuckle, “were we just talking about going out, or…?”

Shaking her head, Rei murmured, “I was talking about having sex… does this mean you are not interested in tha-”

“No!!”

Rei blinked, the corners of her lips twitching up slightly at Shinji’s outburst.  “Good,” she said quietly, “because I have wanted to know what it would be like to make love to you for some time.”

“Why is this so easy?” Shinji asked suddenly.  “I mean… we’re talking about… about sex – but it’s so easy.  Most people like, go out first… get to know each other…”

Slowly, Rei rose to her feet.  “It is because we have been here before, somehow,” she said simply.  “It will not be like a first time for us.”

Shinji swallowed hard.  “How can you know that?” he asked with some confusion.  “We had some dreams, that’s it… hell, I don’t even know if your dreams are the same as my dreams, but-”

“Yes you do.”

Silence fell as the two stared out into the dark night.

“We should stand,” Rei said finally.  “The longer we wait to start, the greater the risk of being discovered.”

“It sounds so… calculated when you say it like that,” Shinji whispered, rising to his feet and turning to face her.

“That is the way I am.”

“I know.  I didn’t mean to make it sound like I didn’t like it.”

“Mm.”

There seemed to be nothing else to say… so Shinji simply reached out, easing his hand up under the hem of Rei’s skirt and slowly sliding it upward, watching her eyes to see if he was moving too fast.  But Rei never said a word, and her eyes slipped closed as his hand brushed the front of her panties, hesitating for a moment before starting to rub her.

Maybe this is a dream too, he thought, leaning closer and kissing Rei gently on the lips.  There’s no way she would just… let me do this to her, is there?

“It would… feel better if these were out of the way.”

Shinji swallowed as Rei reached down and lifted her skirt, easing her fingers into her panties and drawing them down without so much as batting an eyelash.  Setting them carefully on the seat next to where they were standing, Rei took his hand and led it back to where it had been, closing her eyes in anticipating of their first skin-on-skin contact.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, opening her eyes as Shinji quickly pulled his hand away.

Blushing, Shinji averted his eyes.  “W-wet,” he stammered, rubbing his fingers together and staring at them as if they belonged to someone else.  “It… it’s wet…”

Rei nodded, taking Shinji’s hand and guiding it back between her legs.  “I am excited,” she explained gently, “please do not stop.”

She let her eyes drift closed once more as Shinji slowly resumed his light caress, stroking her nether lips with an expression of mingled arousal and confusion.  Clearly, she thought, he had not expected it to feel that way, but there was no helping it – because having his fingers on her body was possibly the most exciting feeling Rei had ever experienced.  There was no way she could have stopped herself from getting wet even if she had wanted to.

Leaning back against the partition on the train, Rei gazed out the window, emptying her mind of extraneous thoughts and watching the lights of the city flicker past as Shinji continued to massage her damp sex.  She had never been one for masturbation, so everything about the situation was new to her, from the rough feel of Shinji’s fingertips to the harsh echo of his breathing; Rei drank it all in, easing her feet further apart and planting her hands behind her on the partition to allow him better access while maintaining her balance.

Slowly, she turned her head, focusing on Shinji’s face as he finally pulled his hands away from her.  She nodded as he questioningly let his hand drift to his belt buckle, the unspoken question heavy in the air between them as his shaking hands fumbled to unzip his pants.

Silently, Rei reached out and placed a calming hand on Shinji’s forearm, holding him lightly until his trembling subsided, allowing him to unbuckle his belt and draw his zipper down.

“May I touch you?”

Shinji nearly jumped as Rei broke the silence, so intent was he on moving things forward.  “S-sure,” he stuttered, “I, umm… sure.”

Patiently, Rei waited as Shinji unbuttoned the top of his pants and pulled them down to his thighs.  “Oh…!” she exclaimed, her eyes widening as he drew the tops of his briefs down, exposing his rock-hard penis as awkwardly and uncertainly as an infant taking his first steps.

Rei reached out, tentatively laying a hand on the warm shaft and running it appreciatively up and down its length.  It was smooth, she thought analytically, smooth and firm – and not as intimidating as she had feared.  Sex education was a required course, but as Rei was a special case, and not truly bound by school rules, she had never really paid a lot of attention to the male anatomy.  Also, the texts she had actually bothered to skim had all shown penises as cross sectioned illustrations.

In all honesty, it would be fair to say that until that moment, Rei had never seen a penis.

“Mmmm,” Shinji groaned, biting his lip as the First lightly stroked his cock.  “That feels so good…”

Nodding, Rei replied, “It felt good when you were touching me, too, Shinji.  Would it be better if I did this…?”

Shinji gasped as Rei curled her hand around his shaft, pumping it slowly as she stared into his eyes, and it was all he could do to murmur a strangled, “Yes,” as she finally broke eye contact and looked down, watching in fascination as his tool swelled in her hand, making it harder still.

All of the pornography Shinji had seen came rushing back to him, nearly sending him over the edge just from the imagery, but one picture stood out in his mind – one act that he had always found himself lingering on when he perused such periodicals.

“I’d like… would you put it in your mouth…?”

Rei’s hand froze, her face glowing a delicate shade of pink as she stared wide-eyed down at the shaft in her hand.  “No,” she said quietly, looking terribly embarrassed, “it is… unclean.”

A bit of the edge came off of Shinji’s arousal.  “Sorry,” he whispered.

“Don’t be,” Rei countered, starting to stroke him again.  “I am… glad that you are willing to voice your desires, but I… I cannot do that for you, Shinji…”

With his shaft in her hand, questions began to flow through Rei’s mind.  Would it fit?  She knew, of course, that penetration was responsible for the perpetuation of the human race for thousands of years… but having never had so much than a finger inside of her, she was a little unsure of how the process would work, pondering how it would feel to have her admittedly well-lubricated hole stretched by his hard tool.  Would it hurt?  Probably, she decided, but the closeness and intimacy it represented was worth the risk.  Would this lead to deeper affection and unity, or would it result in him pulling back from her, as she had heard so many girls up at school complain about?

There was, she decided, only one real way to tell.

Releasing him, Rei picked up her panties, considering them for a moment before impulsively offering them too him, wordlessly presenting them to him as a gesture of her commitment to continuing what was started.

Shinji accepted them almost gravely, carefully folding them and slipping them into his pocket, for lack of a better place, and staring down at his hands as if he could not believe them capable of perpetrating such a clearly sexual act.  There was just no way that he could have calmly pocketed a pair of the First’s panties.

No way.

“You should keep your pants on,” Rei said quietly.  “It would be… embarrassing for us both if the train came to a stop and we were caught naked.  If you simply pull them down a bit more, it will be easier to hide what we are doing.”

For a moment, Shinji nearly laughed out loud.  He wanted to point out that them having sex would be pretty hard to disguise as anything but them having sex, but he held his tongue, deciding that it would be both rude and pointless to bring this to her attention.  IF anyone caught them, there would be no excuses… but he had to agree that keeping his pants up would be best.

If only to make it easier to run.

The one thing I’m good at, he mused, savor the irony.

Rei watched as he drew his pants down a bit further, allowing his shirt to cover his rear as he moved a bit closer to her.  With nothing left to say, they embraced, their mouths seeking one another and closing together as Shinji stepped between Rei’s parted legs and eased her skirt up around her hips.  Slowly, he pressed against her, gasping into her mouth as the same moisture he had noted on his fingers now registered on his hard cock.

In unison, they moved, Rei thrusting slightly with her hips, Shinji doing the same, so that his stiff tool was sliding slowly back and forth between Rei’s damp nether lips.  Back and forth, back and forth, they ground together for several minutes, with Rei occasionally shifting her hips and Shinji trying to maneuver himself to push himself inside of her – all the while, continuing their gentle kissing.

She’s so wet, Shinji thought dimly, putting his hands on her hips to steady her, why can’t I get it in??  Yeah, ok, so I’ve never done it… but I thought… I thought when it got down to it, it would come naturally – just SNAP and it’s in.  …we could be here all night at this ra-

“H-HUH!”

Rei cried out, throwing her arms around Shinji’s neck as a simple shift in position produced the correct angle for him to slip into her, the overabundance of her juices, covering his head, coupled with the pressure both of them were applying conspiring to drive him a quarter of the way to the hilt inside her velvety channel.

The questions of fit and pain were both addressed as Rei stood panting in the middle of the train car, leaning heavily against Shinji as a quarter of his length throbbed and pulsed pleasantly inside of her hot passage, whispering of pleasures to come and heights heretofore un-reached by either of them.  She shook her head, though, as he tried to pull back, the intent to thrust obvious in both his body language and his eyes.  Rei held him tightly, shivering as she tried to calm down.

This was what she wanted.  Definitely.  Without question.  She wanted to be loved by Shinji – both literally and spiritually… but she had not banked on it being so scary.  He was inside of her, penetrating her, TAKING her, if that was the sort of language you preferred.  They were on the cusp of something bigger than themselves, Rei could feel it, and it terrified her more than piloting Unit 00.

“Is it too soon?” Shinji whispered, his breath tickling her ear as she clung desperately to him.  “Should I pull out?”

Shaking her head, Rei replied, “No, I just need a moment to get used to the feeling.”

“Alright.  …does it hurt?”

“No, but it is… unfamiliar.”

“…oh.”

Not knowing quite what to do, Shinji ran his fingers awkwardly up and down the First’s back, conflicted in a way he had never been.  The feel of her tight pussy was indescribably thrilling – as if he had been seeking it his entire life without knowing exactly what he was looking for.  At the same time, he could practically taste the fear radiating off of her body, the uncertainty of intercourse rendering her nearly immobile as she simply breathed and shook.

Slowly – achingly slowly – Rei’s shivers subsided.  Loosening her hold on his shoulders, she kept her face tightly pressed to his chest, easing her feet a bit further apart to give him better access as she barely murmured, “I am ready…”

Shinji nodded, too unsure to actually speak, and pulled a little ways out of her tightness before pressing carefully back inside, gaining another half inch of depth and earning a sharp gasp of surprise from the First.

“Was that too fast?” he asked concernedly.

“No,” Rei replied, sounding a little surprised, “it felt… very good.”

The position was awkward, his movements, slow… but Shinji could honestly say that he had never experienced, nor imagined that he would experience, anything as warm as Rei’s slick, moist passage.  Also, with as limited as his range of motion was, it was little more than shallow pumping on his part.

After several minutes, he found himself buried as deeply inside of her passage as he was going to get, shivering with the intensity of her gaze and the tight, velvety feel of her muscles squeezing his shaft.

“Would it… be easier if I put my foot up on the seat?”

Shinji bit his bottom lip, looking down at where her skirt hid their union from view.  “Yeah,” he whispered, “let’s try that.”

“Alright.”

Rei lifted her foot off the floor, placing it carefully on the seat and leaning back to brace herself, giving Shinji a small nod to show that she was ready.  Taking a deep breath, Shinji pulled back, withdrawing about half of his length before smoothly easing it back inside.  This simple movement, coupled with Rei’s gentle sigh, was all Shinji needed to know that this position was going to be incredible.

“I’m… I’m going to start now…”

Rei simply nodded, pulling back to be able to look into his face.

With nothing left but to fulfill his warning, Shinji began to thrust, slipped his hands around Rei’s waist and gripping the seatback behind her for support as he met her gorgeous crimson eyes.  Having her foot up on the seat spread her lips a bit, making his movements smooth and unrestricted, allowing him to move faster, though he kept himself from just pounding away at her – both because he wanted her to enjoy this as much as he did, and because he didn’t want it to end too fast.

Though it would be more proper to say he didn’t want it to end at all.

Reaching up, Rei wrapped her hand around the bar overhead, holding it tightly as her center of balance was shifted with each of Shinji’s careful, but inexperienced strokes.  Yearning for more contact, she put her free hand on his shoulder, meeting his gaze as steadily as their movements would allow.

Her eyes broke from his only once during their encounter, flicking up to the number of the car they were riding in.  It was meaningless – a simple string of digits that, outside of this place, would never matter to anyone… anyone but her, as any time she thought of warmth and unity, she would find her mind providing her with that sequence.

“R-Rei,” Shinji gasped, bringing her attention back to his face.  “I can’t… go much longer…!”

Rei nodded, leaning forward and whispering, “Then let go, Shinji… fill me… give me everything… show me that I-”

“God!”

Shinji’s back arched as he came, plunging himself all the way into Rei’s tightness as his penis sprayed burst after burst of semen inside of her, coating her insides and dripping slowly down the inside of her right thigh.  Rei held him as he slipped out of her, wrapping her arms tightly around his chest and resting her head on his shoulder.

Swallowing several times, Shinji managed to whisper, “Did you…?”

“Did I what?”

“You know,” Shinji mumbled.  “Did you c-come…?”

“No,” Rei said quietly, “I did not.”

“…I’m sorry.”

Rei gave him a strange look.  “I did not say that I was dissatisfied.”

“Well, yeah, but…” Shinji searched for the right words.  “If… if you want to do this again, I’ll… make sure you get to come the next time, ok?”

Nodding, Rei replied, “Alright, Shinji.  And yes… I would like to do this again…”

Shinji blushed, but gave her a bright smile.  “I’m glad…”

After several minutes of gazing into one another’s eyes, the exhausted couple slowly put their clothes back on and retook their seats, lacing their hands together and staring out the window as the dark outskirts of Tokyo-3 slid past.  By the time the train got back into town, both were sleeping so soundly that they did not wake, dozing comfortably while the train circled the city again and again, waking only when the train grew crowded with the morning rush and some inconsiderate salary man jostled them.

Neither ever mentioned it to the other, but in all the time they slept on that train car whose number they would both remember for the rest of their lives… neither dreamed…

The End

Notes: this story took me FOREVER to write!  I doubt I got the feeling I was aiming for, but hey, I did what I could.  Hope y’all enjoyed it, anyway.

Zoro50 pre-read, because hey, you can’t just release densely written pseudo-pysc smut without having a dense, pseudo-psyscho read it first. Heh.  A.A. also lent a hand, but I can’t vouch for his mental state…