IF I CAN (NOT) BE YOURS

Chapter 8 - Intoxicated

                                                                                            (Shinji's POV)

21:00H

I woke up lying on my bed with Asuka, still asleep, like a child on my chest.

Is this a dream? My capacity to think is currently being underrated by my poor self-esteem.

Yes, it is.

No, really, is it?!

What I didn't tell her, was that I drank two bottles of Sake after she left my apartment earlier. I got overwhelmed by the fact that she came to see me, even though, it was really just because of a stupid deadline. She stormed out, but her sweet scent lingered in the air I was breathing.  So, I hit the shower, dried myself up, and hit two bottles to ease me down. As I was thinking about her, I got a little light-headed. So, I gargled liquid mint and hit my bed. What I didn't expect, after a couple of hours, was she'd come back.

There she was, standing by my door's apartment, only a few steps from my wildest fantasies. I pulled her to come in and pampered her mood for a short while. The alcohol hasn't totally left me, and so I teased her a little. I guess bearing a tiny confidence isn't that bad until... I gave in.

I couldn't hold back anymore.

I knew I was no longer the shy and frustrated boy that I was a couple of years back. No. I have outgrown the boyish appetite of just pure fantasizing and have completely succumbed to my horny adult hormones. So, I kissed her. When she kissed me back, I began to touch her.

Soft.

Rough.

I lifted her up from the floor and brought her to my bedroom, and undressed her. This was when I've totally lost it. I was intoxicated by the fact that Asuka-  this hot redhead muse of my lucid fantasy, is in my room alone with me, kissing me back and touching me everywhere. It was as if she had wanted it with me this way for so long.

Our passionate moment lasted for a full hour before we finally came to a halt, and rest on each other's body.

It was both our first time to have sex. The pain she reflected brought me tension that I almost didn't want to continue. The tides of our arousal, however, were stronger than her agony. And she was even teased by the evidence of my aggression on her.

A divine moment came over me as I slip into a full orgasm with her.

I muttered her name in euphoria as I release all my warm cum inside her. She grabbed to pull me in, arched over, and twisted as she was delivered to her first orgasm.

Fuck the angels.

Fuck this world.

She moved and I pretended to be asleep. I hear her breathe thru her nose, pauses, then exhales slowly.

Trying her best not to wake me up, she moved to her side and picked up some article of clothing. I can sense she's dressing up.

I pretended to be awakened by her movements. Our eyes met.

"Hey."    Was all I could mutter as I gaze on her goddess-like glowing image in my dim- lit room.

"Look, third child..."

Her face turned embarrassed and almost frustrated.

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

I wanted to say I'm sorry, like I always did. Apologize every time I can't think of anything proper to say.  My lips are quivering to say it. But I know she doesn't want me to say sorry. Not this time. I know well enough that what just happened shouldn't be something that I should be sorry about-  at least not on my end.

She took her eyes off me.

"Good."  She paused for a moment before she continued to dress up.

"I was just concerned that you weren't ready to say anything."

She silently slips into her uniform.

"You guessed it."

And without looking, she went out of my room and left my apartment.