Ah, another fic I found for back when ffml was still down. A bit late, but
here goes. For the squeamish, [Lime] tag may apply.
Disclaimer: All characters portrayed in this story are the property of
Gainax and co.
Valentine
by
Donny Cheng
A BLB production
"Did you finish the diagnostics report?" Gendo asked, his voice
surprisingly steady and even despite his current physical exertion.
"This is hardly the time to ask that," Ritsuko gasped.
"Did. You. Finish?" Gendo asked again, louder and punctuating
every word with a thrust. His head was near hers now and she could
feel his breath against her neck.
"Y-yes," Ritsuko finally answered. She hadn't been planning on
giving it to him until she adjusted some of the results. As if reading
her mind, Gendo stopped midway and pulled away from her.
Ritsuko rose up in panic, not wanting him to go, as he often did
when the night was not as satisfactory as he wanted. Rather than
leave, she found herself being flipped over by him suddenly. She knew
what he wanted, but was not fast enough to get to her hands to avoid
the chafing. He never seemed to care if she was comfortable or not.
However, she found him motionless with his hand along her hip, and
found the time to push off the bed and onto all fours.
She winced and her hands nearly gave way as Gendo swatted the
side of her buttock. She closed her eyes waiting for the next one and
was again surprised to find that it didn't come. Instead, his hand
remained where it had hit her, softly, almost teasingly. "It won't
happen again."
The hand delved lower, off the rise and swell of her ass, in
answer. "Today was perhaps not the best day to run the test."
He was admitting he was wrong? She snapped her mouth shut to
avoid the almost impish 'told you so' that was on the tip of her
tongue. Today was affecting her as much as it had affected Mo... the
Magi it seemed. She blamed the giddiness of the younger members of her
staff. Why, Maya's infectious joy almost caused her to crack a smile
when her assistant gave out chocolates to everyone, including her.
She drew in her breath, her reverie effectively broken as the
hand moved toward her inner thigh. She felt the bed creak as he got
back on it. "No, it wasn't," she ended up saying.
Ritsuko felt herself relax at the sudden unasked intrusion. This
was more like him. She was a creature of habit and in the beginning,
she had thought him to be also. How wrong she was had never been so
clear. When she raised a hand to help herself finish, it was slapped
away, as if he were indicating he would take care of it. It was
normally something he didn't bother with or even care about. She
moaned as fingers not her own played her better than she had ever been
able to do.
The colors of the room intensified, then faded as she peaked and
slowly dropped off. As quickly as that, it was done.
She collapsed onto the bed, and a moment later he was finished.
However, instead of the usual sudden loss of him leaving her, she felt
him collapse atop her... but for only a moment. The reassuring hand on
her shoulder might have been him trying to find purchase. The tender
caress might have been his hand slipping on her sweat-soaked body. The
lingering touch might have been because he was tired. And the kiss....
Then he was gone, and she was strangely happy as she slept in her
comfortable exhaustion.
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The End. (maybe)