a messy little asurei thing i wrote up for @ayanamimon's Evasona au
“HAVE A NICE DAY!” 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 could’ve been in classes last week. She could’ve 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 wasn’t-- Asuka WAS special! She fucking was!
Meeting people. Meeting...m...
...two...in the morning. Okay. That’s an hour, sure. Time was still going.
Toji had his morning runs. Mari was probably sound asleep. Kensuke would be dozing...Erisu wasn’t home... and, ugh, not Shinji.
Asuka trudged towards the blue glow of her door. Because of course she’d be color-coding her lights and of course she’d be up now. Doing...l33t hax0rz behavior, or whatever she’d call it!
She brought a hand to the door and knocked.
‘Course. 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 didn’t respond.
An aggressively tapped key.
Asuka clambered to her feet, stretched, and groaned. “Mind if I use your room?”
“Glad I’m worthy of your grace.”
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 Ayanami’s 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 first’s 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 she’ll ever be.
Asuka Langley Soryu looked up.
Scheisse, that’s 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 you’ve 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 couldn’t force it out.
And Ayanami...curled. She raised her legs up onto the mattress, shifted across Asuka’s back to sprawl just slightly different. The pressure was killing her. That’s what that was, it was the pressure.
It...wasn’t too bad, though.
Uncomfortable. Sweaty. Weird.
But hey, her back didn’t hurt. And she was already tired, it’d be more trouble to just push Rei off.
It’d be trouble for both of them to shove Asuka out.
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