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 bottom, 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)