Okay. [As Asuka starts to stand, she looks a little ungainly, like a newly-born foal, but that fades. Her hair, heavy and wet, smells of the sea, but there's an heady, almost floral scent there, too, that only seems heavier as she leans over, her hair like a curtain over him as she rests a hand briefly on his shoulder. She doesn't kiss him, but she wants to. He's overpowering and he doesn't even realize it, naive and shy while he's full to bursting with promise. He's coming closer now. Closer to being like her and Kaworu.]
[She returns no more than ten minutes later, bringing back not just a refilled cup but a small plastic pitcher, long since missing the lid on top. She tries to be careful, but she spills just a little before she makes it to him, the ruby liquid trickling on the sand. Already, some of her brood are licking up the contents.] Oh, damn it-- [Oh, well. At least there's plenty. Really plenty. The bubbles remind her of carbonated water. Sodas to be guzzled down. Kaworu had even added a generous extra to the mix without being told. She could detect his semen anywhere.]
[It's weird how she's barely jealous. But Shinji's not just supposed to be her mate. He's for Kaworu, too.]
Here-- [handing the cup over to him, setting the pitcher down carefully beside him. Some of the drink's spilled on her arm, too, bright against the pallidness of her skin. Though she can smell Kaworu there, Kaworu and herself, she doesn't lick it off.] Drink up.
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[She returns no more than ten minutes later, bringing back not just a refilled cup but a small plastic pitcher, long since missing the lid on top. She tries to be careful, but she spills just a little before she makes it to him, the ruby liquid trickling on the sand. Already, some of her brood are licking up the contents.] Oh, damn it-- [Oh, well. At least there's plenty. Really plenty. The bubbles remind her of carbonated water. Sodas to be guzzled down. Kaworu had even added a generous extra to the mix without being told. She could detect his semen anywhere.]
[It's weird how she's barely jealous. But Shinji's not just supposed to be her mate. He's for Kaworu, too.]
Here-- [handing the cup over to him, setting the pitcher down carefully beside him. Some of the drink's spilled on her arm, too, bright against the pallidness of her skin. Though she can smell Kaworu there, Kaworu and herself, she doesn't lick it off.] Drink up.