a messy little asurei thing i wrote up for @ayanamimon's Evasona au
āHAVE A NICE DAY!ā Igor called out, the only clear statement the nonsense bastard had bothered giving her for...
Asuka staggered to a wall and laid her head against the cool metal.
Months. Weeks. Could be three days. She couldāve been in classes last week. She couldāve graduated college only a year ago, not nearly a decade and too late to meet anyone, too early for any experience...
She grew up too fast. Gottverdammnt. Everyone says that, Asuka knew she wasnāt-- Asuka WAS special! She fucking was!
Meeting people. Meeting...m...
...two...in the morning. Okay. Thatās an hour, sure. Time was still going.
Toji had his morning runs. Mari was probably sound asleep. Kensuke would be dozing...Erisu wasnāt home... and, ugh, not Shinji.
Asuka trudged towards the blue glow of her door. Because of course sheād be color-coding her lights and of course sheād be up now. Doing...l33t hax0rz behavior, or whatever sheād call it!
She brought a hand to the door and knocked.
āCourse. Asuka should announce herself. With...her pomp, and circumstance, and whatnot.
She dragged a hand across her face, shoved the door open, and tripped on a wire.
Aside from a pause in her typing, Ayanami didnāt respond.
āEvening, Wonder Girl.ā
An aggressively tapped key.
Asuka clambered to her feet, stretched, and groaned. āMind if I use your room?ā
āGlad Iām worthy of your grace.ā
Ayanami made a sound. Not an intelligible sound, not an identifiable one, but a sound. Asuka almost liked it.
She waded her way through cables and a sticky patch of spilled energy drink to Ayanamiās nearly bare mattress. Was this thing even safe? Eh, who cares. Asuka flopped down and sighed. Then gritted her teeth, curled up her body, and screamed.
Primal roars, banshee shrieks, cries of despair and triumph all at the same time all wordless and all directed into the firstās bedding as Asuka as the red pilot as the supposed leader losing her grip more each day pounded into it with fists that saw enough combat already fists that were forgetting anything but that fists that belonged around a throat and her throat was growing hoarser and hoarser as her eyes grew redder and redder as she contorted and broke and shifted and--
In perfect form, all angles and muscle and weary heart, as human as sheāll ever be.
Asuka Langley Soryu looked up.
Scheisse, thatās a rarity, Asuka thought as she bit back her final scream.
Ayanami tilted her head up. An invitation. A go on, let it out nod.
Ayanami withstood the sound, turned her eyes to the heavens and then back to Asuka. She untangled herself from her headphones, tapped some nonsense on her keyboard and flicked off her monitors, poured some coolant down a tube to gott-knows-where...
And laid down, directly on top of Asuka.
Who...who does that? Who would ever do that? Who in their right mind would see someone make a complete pathetic freakazoid of themselves and go oh, well youāve embarrassed yourself beyond all possible means, let me get in on that and just LAYS THERE? Asuka wanted to scream...but her voice was hoarse. She couldnāt force it out.
And Ayanami...curled. She raised her legs up onto the mattress, shifted across Asukaās back to sprawl just slightly different. The pressure was killing her. Thatās what that was, it was the pressure.
It...wasnāt too bad, though.
Uncomfortable. Sweaty. Weird.
But hey, her back didnāt hurt. And she was already tired, itād be more trouble to just push Rei off.
Itād be trouble for both of them to shove Asuka out.
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