A/N: Something I wrote several months ago that I didn't know where to post. I found it, tweaked it, and decided to put it here. Hope you like it.

Only one Japanese word here:
Itai- pain, painful, or as Shinji uses it here 'Ouch!'
Itaiii- Owwwwww!

Omake #4
05.25.2007
She couldn't stop him, Asuka thought sourly. The skinny baka was stronger than her. Stupid males and their hormones.

Her eyes roved up his torso and drank up the sight of him as he held her arms still.

On the other hand, she amended thoughtfully, she wouldn't have this need to feel him up if it weren't for the blasted hormones in the first place.

"Shinji, let go of me. I just want to help." The redhead had been unable to refrain from running her hands up his back when she had taken off his shirt. She really really missed him. Three months was just too long.

"But Asuka, you're going to start again and I won't be able to stop!" Shinji whispered looking at her askance, "Misato-san is right outside the door!" frustration obvious in his voice.

"No. I wasn't about to start anything. Unlike the last time that you were gone for months, you're not up to it. Broken ribs are much more serious than a broken arm, Shinji. You need to rest. Now let go and I'll take that off for you."

"What do you mean I'm not up to it?" The young man looked indignant. He let her go and continued in a low voice, "I am! But not when Misato-san is probably listening at the keyhole! Later." He winked at her lasciviously.

"I am married to a perverted prude." Asuka shook her head. "You can't even raise your arms without moaning." She pointed out dryly as she unbuckled his belt.

"Don't." Shinji's hand shot out to still hers again. "I'll do it myself." Asuka saw him wince and then take a couple of shallow breaths. "It's really not that painful, you know," he said, trying to look pain free and earnest.

"Heh, why don't I believe you?" The redhead grinned at her injured husband, "Shinji, I'm undressing you and putting you to bed. Nothing is going to happen, now or later. You need to heal. Now unhand me so we can get on with it."

"Not even later?" he whined.

"Sorry, maybe in a few days," she smiled, "Now stay still, I want to hug you and I might hurt you if you move too much."

Asuka gingerly put her arms around Shinji and held him as tightly as she dared. It had been a long three months apart and it brought home to her just how attached she had become to him.

"Sorry. I'll be okay. It was my fault anyway," Shinji returned the hug, trying not to flinch.

"I'm fine, as long as you're alive. Just don't forget, baka, during these selfless idiotic moments of yours, I'm not the only one here who's going to kill you if you let yourself die, ok?" Asuka tightened her hold on Shinji unwilling to even consider a future without him.

After several minutes she realized he hadn't answered.

"Shinji...?" She quickly let him go and looked into his too pale and ashen face. She shook him fiercely, alarmed, "Shinji...! Don't die on me, baka!"

"Itaiii... " he groaned, and then chuckled weakly, "Hah... ! It'll take more than a squeeze like that to kill me..."

"Don't do that again!"

"Hehehe, sorry. I think you're right. Tired now. I do need to rest."

Asuka harrumphed at him and then helped him get comfortable in bed. She sat on the edge for a while twirling his hair. Shinji cracked open one eye.

"Stop worrying. I promise I won't."

"Won't what?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I won't forget. Kiss her again for me, ok? I miss her giggling. She's as bossy as you are. I think I'll sleep for a while. I'll be better when I wake up," he leered feebly, "then we'll see who's not up to it, hehehe... Owww! Don't pinch! Okay, okay, I'll rest!"

"Pervert."

"Nag."

"What did you say... ???!!!"

"Ack! It's a joke... a joke! Itaiii..."