This is a guess who fic.  I appreciate C&C and, in this case, flames. 
If you do C&C this fic tell me when you guessed who's involved.



I see her as a little girl hiding in her room
She takes another bath and she sprays her momma's perfume
To try to wipe away the scent he left behind
But it haunts her mind

You see she's his little rag, nothing more than just a waif
And he's mopping up his need, she is tired and afraid
Maybe she'll find a way through these awful years to disappear

Ask me if I think there's a God up in the heaven
Where did he go in the middle of her shame?
Ask me if I think there's a God up in the heavens
I see no mercy and no one down here's naming names
Nobody's naming names

"Ask Me" from _Heart_In_Motion_ by Amy Grant

Waiting in the Darkness
Version 1.0

<insert standard fanfic disclaimer here>
C&C and flames welcome
<…> indicates thoughts

	The girl stood, alone, in the pale moonlight that shone through her
window staring out into the silent city.  He was coming again, tonight,
to see her.  "I'll see you later," he had said, almost in passing. 
Their private code.  Their little secret.  She could still hear his
voice, as if he were already in the room with her, and she shivered for
a reason that had nothing to do with the black lace negligee she wore
for his visits.  That, too, had been his gift, his gift on that first
day he had come to her, her twelfth birthday…

	The party had been small and quiet.  Plenty of adults had come, but
only a few children—and those who did come whined incessantly or tried
to tease her, as they did at school.  But she just looked at them with
those eyes of hers, trying to ignore the uncomfortable tightness in her
chest.  After that the children just muttered something and handed her
their gifts.
	Much of the party was dull and boring.  None of the children wanted to
include her in their games and, honestly, she did not want to join them
either.  She could not understand what they found so fascinating about
tacking a strip of paper to a poorly drawn animal, that should have had
a tail, or swinging a stick at a brightly colored, but anatomically
incorrect, creature hanging from a rope attached to the ceiling.  Many
of the gifts they had given her were equally incomprehensible.  What
uses were there for miniature plastic mecha, or book bags decorated with
young girls wearing brightly colored, but ridiculously abbreviated,
sailor fuku?
	<Where is he,> she thought anxiously, <he promised he'd come today and
bring something special…>  She wasn't quite sure why she wanted
something more from him when he had already given her so much…but she
did.  She wanted him here, for her, on this day that everyone claimed
was so special.
	After what seemed like an eternity he came in.  Upon seeing her he
pushed up his glasses and smiled.  
	"You're here!" she squealed with delight, running towards him and
hugging him tight.  Enfolding her in his arms he whispered in her ear. 
	"I told you I'd come."  Letting her go he handed her the package he'd
been holding.  It was small, about the size of an encyclopedia, and
wrapped in a silvery white wrapping paper.  Clutching the package to her
chest as if she were afraid someone would steal it, she bowed to him
saying, "Thank you very much."
	"You're quite welcome," he smiled, but when she moved to unwrap it, he
stopped her.  "This is a special gift," he said, "only you and I can
know about it, all right?"  She nodded her agreement, after all he was
the only one she would ever want to share something special with.  He
smiled at her nod and moved to join the other adults.
	Carefully she placed the special package in the middle of the table on
top of her other gifts.  The other children pestered her about it, but
she simply ignored them.  He had said it was their secret and she did
not want to disappoint him.  After that, the party couldn't end too
quickly.  It was only by sheer force of will that she tore her gaze from
the package sitting pristine and white atop all the other,
insignificant, items she had received.  
	An eternity later, the party was over and all of the guests filtered
out.  He was the last to leave, and as he did he hugged her and
whispered in her ear, "I'll be back later."  As the door closed, she
snatched up the packaged and flew into her room.  Finally, she was alone
with his gift.  Slowly, ever so carefully, so as not to tear the
beautiful paper, she unwrapped a box, like those she had seen in the
clothing stores.  Curious and excited she removed the lid revealing a
beautiful garment made entirely of translucent black lace.  Atop the
garment was a small white card addressed to her, written in his hand.  
	"When I come to visit you tonight," he had written, "I would very much
like to see you wearing your gift."
	With a childish delight, she stripped off her clothes and slipped into
the negligee.  She reveled in feel of the soft lace against her skin. 
Looking into a mirror she, smiled.  Gazing back at her was not a child,
but a young adult.  A cold breeze reminded her that she had left the
window open, and she shivered.  Rubbing her arms a little, to keep warm,
she noticed an odd sensation emanating from her chest.  Looking down she
discovered her nipples had become tight from the chill and pushed
against the lace of the garment.  Tentatively, she touched them, and
felt an electric thrill run through her body.  She was about the
continue her explorations when she heard a soft tapping on her door.
	<He's here!> she thought, almost shaking with nervous excitement, <I
can't wait to show him his gift!>  Taking a deep breath to calm herself,
she made her way to the door, and opened it just enough for her to see
outside.  <It _is_ him!> she thought, fighting to keep from flinging the
door open and throwing herself into his arms.  Instead she opened the
door and politely invited him in.  
	"I see you're wearing my gift," he smiled, sitting down on her bed, "do
you like it?"
	"Oh, yes," she answered, smiling shyly.  "Do like the way it looks?"
she asked, doing a little pirouette so that he could appreciate the full
effect.  
	"Yes," he answered, "you look very beautiful in it."
	"Oh thank you!  Thank you so much!" she cried, throwing herself into
his arms.  After a few moments, he spoke.
	"Do you love me?"  She pulled back from the embrace and looked at him.
	"Of course I love you!"
	"Then would you do something with me?" he asked, "something that only
people who love each other do?"
	"Of course I will!"
	"Would you please remove my gift?" he smiled, "we wouldn't want it to
get ruined."
	"If that's what you want," she said, hopping off his lap and carefully
removing the delicate garment. Solemnly she returned the gift to its box
and turned back to face him, a little self-conscious at her nudity.  Her
eyes widened as she realized that he too was unclothed.
	"Come here," he beckoned.  When she was within arms length of him, he
reached out and sat her on his lap, so that her back was towards his
chest.  His arms wrapped around her body and she could feel a hard,
pulsating warmth pressed against her buttocks.  
	"You know I love you, right?" he asked, whispering in her ear.  She
nodded, trying to control the sudden pounding of her heart and the
tightness in her throat.  She felt his hands slide over her skin,
caressing the flesh of her breasts, squeezing and pinching her hard
nipples.  She gasped at the unexpected stimulation as waves of ecstasy
ran up and down her spine.
	"You like this, don't you?" he whispered, still teasing her nipples. 
She tried to respond in the negative, but all that came out was a
throaty moan.  "I knew that you would," he said, kissing her neck.  She
almost sighed in relief as one of his hands stopped caressing her
breast, and slid down…down toward the crevice between her legs.  She
tried to protest, but her voice had long ago stopped obeying her
commands, and only a small whimper escaped her lips.  She could feel his
strong fingers slipping between the lips of her cleft.  His fingers were
searching, exploring, caressing her warm, wet cavity.  She heard a moan
of pleasure, and was horrified that it was her voice.  "You want more of
this don't you," he whispered, touching the center of her pleasure.  She
cried out, arching her back, trying to drive his fingers deeper into her
body.  As the pleasure faded she leaned her head against his chest
moaning.  "I'll take that as a yes," he smiled, and continued to work
the small nodule rhythmically, harder, faster.  She was sobbing with
ecstasy, in time with his manipulating digit.  She could feel the
pressure rising within her, building towards a climax.  She tried to
hold it back, fight it off, but his continued stimulation was too much. 
She reached the brink of orgasm, and  when he stopped she cried out in
protest.  
	"Do you want me to finish?" he asked.
	"Uh-huh," she whimpered.
	"If you want more," he said, squeezing a nipple, "you're going to have
to do something for me."
	"A-anything," she moaned.  He lay back on the bed and guided her hands
to his member.  She turned around and looked at him.  "Wh-what do you
want me to do?" 
	"Lick it," he commanded, and she obeyed.  What seemed like an eternity
later, he growled, pulled her head away from his organ, and rolled her
over onto her back.  Kneeling between her legs he placed his manhood at
the lips of her opening. 
	"This is going to hurt a little," he said, gazing down at her.  She
nodded her understanding, willing to endure anything to rid herself of
the pressure between her legs.  With a powerful push of his hips he
impaled her on his sword.  She cried out at the waves of both pain and
pleasure.  He drew back and thrust himself into her tight opening again,
again, and again.  She arched her back to meet him, hungry for his
manhood.  Sweat ran down their bodies soaking the sheets, as their hips
thrust together in a steady rhythm.  She was moaning, crying out
wordlessly, lost in the waves of pleasure running through her body.  She
could feel the pressure rising again threatening to break loose.  This
time she didn't try to hold it back, she wanted it, needed it. 
Suddenly, overwhelmingly, she was there.  With a final scream of
rapture, every muscle in her body spasmed, and every synapse in her
brain fired.  
	When her brain began working again she found that he had collapsed on
top of her, his weight slowly crushing the air from her body.  She tried
to move him, but he was too heavy.  Alerted by her movement, he lifted
himself off of her and smiled.
	"Did you enjoy that?" he asked.  She smiled a wan smile and nodded,
hoping that he would think that her minimal answer was due to
exhaustion.  "Would you like to do this again?"  Once again she simply
smiled and nodded, even now unwilling to disappoint him.  "I'll let you
know when we can do this again," he smiled.
	Once he was gone she stripped her bed of her sheets and threw them into
the wash.  <I shouldn't sleep in a wet bed,> she thought.  Once that was
done she climbed into a hot bath and began to scrub herself raw.  <I'm
all sweaty,> she thought, <I need to clean myself.>  Finally she climbed
into her bed, dressed in a blue night shirt.  As she lay there, curled
up into a fetal position, a single, crystal, tear made its way down her
face, and then another, and another…  <He said that only people who love
each other do what we did,> she sobbed, <why did it feel so wrong? 
What's wrong with me…>

	The girl started as she heard the soft tapping on her door.  <I
shouldn't get distracted by the past like that,> she berated herself. 
When she opened the door, he was standing there.
	"Good evening Ikari-san," she said, welcoming him in.
	"Good evening Rei," Gendou answered.



Feel free to be sick, I know I am.  It took me about a week to get this
idea down.  I _had_ to get it down and out of my head or it would have
driven me insane.  This was probably the toughest thing I've ever
written, I really like Rei, and doing this to her was extremely
unpleasant.  I wish I could say that I was done with this, but I'm not. 
This is the first of a planned three part series of dark lemons
centering on Ayanami Rei.  It'll be a while until I can work on them
though.  First, I have to watch more of Evangelion.  Second,  I don't
feel up to writing something like this for a long, long time.

AJ