Title: Shower
Author: Hola-Meg-a-Cola
Rating: R
Fandom: Neon Genesis: Evangelion
Pairing: Kaji/Misato
Summary: "Okay, we're stopping this time; I mean it."
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: My first Kaji/Misato story, written for Rukusho. Thanks to Galux Kitty for beta-ing. She rocks socks.
Feedback: It's always welcomed.

"Okay, we're stopping this time; I mean it."

Misato pushed back her dark hair, currently held together in thick clumps from sweat, and sat up, a thin white sheet pressed against her. Her light skin radiated the often cited 'after-sex glow', managing to glimmer under the faint light of the room. She slid to the edge of bed, only to feel a hand tighten around her wrist.

Kaji smiled his debonair smile, cooing softly, "You've been saying that for the past three days and you have yet to do it. Why should I believe you now?"

She continued to look away, trying to ignore the girlish pleasure she received when he touched her and her eyelids threatening to shut down on her at any moment. They had been doing the same thing – 'it'- for three days straight.

Misato silently thanked the heavens that her roommate was away for the break, but had the misfortune of Ritsuko calling her the day before, right in the middle of she and Kaji's 'business'. She had answered the phone and fumbled out a poor excuse for not being able to hang out with her, all the while rocking her hips back and forth atop of Kaji. "Because I need to shower, that's why; I haven't in about a day and a half."

"Yeah, but it's-" Kaji paused as he looked back at the night table beside the bed, "11:35 at night. Why not wait until the morning?" Misato pursed her lips, annoyed by his line of questioning. "I don't need to explain myself."

He laughed, his thumb caressing her wrist. "I'll only follow you in there," he cautioned, mischief resounding in his voice. Misato couldn't help but blush, despite their illustrious history of odd places where they've 'done the deed'. "Fine, but you'd have to wash my hair; it's a rat's nest at the moment."

Rising from his corner of the bed, Kaji crawled closer to Misato; he pressed his lips against hers only for a moment, stealing her breath from her once again. She gave him a devilish smirk, her arms wrapping around his neck.

"None of that until my hair is done," she warned, her dark eyes concentrated on his. Kaji's fingers stroked her chin softly, leaving her skin tingling. "I won't make any promises there."

Fin.