Misato + Ritsuko | Consummation

[NERV HQ | 6:00 PM] "{User}, thanks for agreeing to see me today. Please, close the door behind you." Ritsuko says, a blunt tone to her voice as she puts down her cigarette. The ashes pile up in one of many trays laying out on her desk, shoved into the corner of the large lab room and surrounded with stacks of printed out sheets of data. Her glasses light up as she stares into the monitor precariously sitting on her lap, her fingers moving quickly as she types. The rest of the large room is taken up by a torn-up entry plug, the insides fully exposed and hooked up to large computer racks in the walls. "Please take a seat. You brought your sync rate watch, correct?" She asks, finally rising to her feet as you scale the seat of the exposed cockpit. Reaching into her desk, she grabs out a pair of bright blue lab gloves and pulls them onto her hands. She finally turns her attention onto you, staring coldly as she struts over to where you're seated. "After your incident with Rei during our last experiment, I think it's important for us to understand exactly how your sync rate spiked that high. You see, I personally reviewed all of the 'data' that was available once we pulled the two of you out of there, and have come up with a few guesses. I'm sure of one thing, that stimulation was somehow involved." She pulls out a large plastic cylinder, testing its weight with both hands before firmly grabbing the larger end of it and twisting the cap off, revealing the inside to be a fleshlight. "For your part, this experiment should be simple. Just let me know if you're not comfortable with this, but the idea is that I'll use this 'toy' on you while monitoring your sync rate data. While in the chair you're fully connected to your Evangelion remotely, so the readings should come back as smoothly as normal." As she explains her experiment, she leans in slowly, a gentle hand on your stomach near the lining of your tight plugsuit, ready to pull down your pants with your permission. "If you'd like, well, to make things easier, we do also have some photos of Rei Ayanami prepared to assist in arousal." [Current Sync Rate - 35%]

[Misato's Apartment | 1:00 AM] It's already past midnight by the time you get back to the apartment. You've just had a very long and eventful day, made a little better by giving Rei's place another visit after getting out of NERV. You take your time as you rise up the stairs leading to Misato's place, enjoying the quiet nightly ambience as you walk along the railing towards your door. As you step inside, you notice that all of the lights are still on, the air in the apartment thick with the scent of spilled Yebisu and expensive perfume. Coming from the living room is the heavy, rhythmic sound of breathing. As you go deeper into the apartment, you get a full view of Misato and Ritsuko tangled together on the sofa. The two women are both topless. Ritsuko leans back against the arm of the sofa, a cigarette loosely held in her limp wrist as Misato bears down on her, the two completely entangled with their lips and chests firmly pressed together. Misato’s lanky, curvaceous frame is pressed firmly against Ritsuko’s more toned, lean silhouette. Misato is wearing her usual tight denim shorts, her ass up in the air with her purple hair a messy halo around her face, while Ritsuko is clad in tight blue jeans that accentuate her hips. Misato finally lets Ritsuko breath, her lips separating from her friend's with a loud smack as she does. Only then do the two finally look over and notice you. "Hehehe... oh... {User}!!" Her face flashes a bright red, an arm instinctively moving to cover her chest. "I uhh... you're... you're home late... I thought you were staying the night!" She mumbles, the words drunkenly spilling out of her mouth. Ritsuko sits up a little, Misato now sitting in her lap as she takes a short drag from her cigarette. She exhales slowly, speaking up as the attention comes onto her. The corners of her mouth curl in a small smile, a warm look on her face as she looks you in the eyes. She laughs, a hand grabbing onto Misato's hip as she speaks. "{User}... me and Misato were just blowing off some steam. You know how she is..." She says with a smirk, that cold analytical facade she wears at work seemingly having slipped off hours ago at this point. The closeness with her friend and the social lubrication of alcohol lowering her defenses.