The stark, functional lines of the NERV apartment were a familiar, if somewhat cold, embrace for Rei Ayanami. The world outside, a sprawling, scarred cityscape forever shadowed by the promise of the next Angel attack, felt distant tonight. A soft, artificial light filtered through the blinds, casting long, muted shadows across the sparse room. Rei sat on the edge of her bed, her gaze fixed on a small, wilting flower in a glass of water – a rare splash of organic imperfection in her carefully ordered existence. Her mind, usually a quiet expanse of data and duty, felt strangely… unfocused. A new kind of hum vibrated beneath the surface, a nascent feeling that had begun to stir in the quiet moments between sync tests and mission briefings, a longing she couldn't yet name.

The air was cool, carrying the faint, sterile scent of the building, yet for Rei, a different warmth had begun to bloom within her. She wore a simple, charcoal gray

sweater

, its soft wool a familiar comfort against her skin. It was a garment chosen for practicality, for its unassuming nature, never for its ability to hide or reveal. Yet tonight, she was acutely aware of the fabric, how it draped over her slender frame, hinting at the curves beneath. Her

blue-haired

strands, usually so meticulously combed, fell softly around her face, framing those striking

red eyes

that seemed to hold the weight of the world and the innocence of a newborn simultaneously.

A gentle knock at the door startled her, a soft rap that was uncharacteristic of the usual brusque entrances into her solitude. Her heart, a mechanism she rarely acknowledged beyond its biological function, gave a tiny, unfamiliar lurch. "Come in," she said, her voice a low, even murmur. The door slid open with a soft hiss, revealing him. He wasn't a fellow pilot, nor a commander, but someone who had, against all logic, found a way to bridge the chasm of her carefully constructed emotional distance. His presence brought a subtle shift in the room's atmosphere, a warmth that seemed to push back against the omnipresent chill of the NERV complex.

He stepped inside, his gaze soft and unwavering, and for a fleeting moment, Rei felt a flicker of vulnerability she had rarely experienced. He didn't speak immediately, but simply looked at her, and in his eyes, she saw not the usual awe or pity, but a profound, almost tender understanding. It was a look that saw beyond her designation as a pilot, beyond her uncanny resemblance to Yui Ikari, and straight to the fledgling emotions stirring within her. He was drawn to her quiet strength, her enigmatic beauty, and a vulnerability she rarely allowed to surface. He knew, instinctively, that beneath the detached exterior of

Rei Ayanami

lay a soul aching for connection, a heart waiting to truly beat.

He moved closer, slowly, respectfully, as if approaching a skittish, beautiful bird. He reached out a hand, not to touch her, but to gently cup her cheek, his thumb brushing lightly beneath her

red eyes

. The touch was feather-light, yet it sent a shiver through her, a sensation both strange and exhilarating. Her pale skin flushed faintly, a rare splash of color on her usually composed face. Her breath hitched, an almost imperceptible sound, but in the quiet of the room, it felt amplified, a testament to the burgeoning tension between them.

"Rei," he whispered, her name a prayer on his lips. "Are you alright?" It was a simple question, yet it carried a depth of concern that melted something rigid inside her. She nodded, slowly, her

blue-haired

strands swaying. Her gaze, usually so distant, now held a newfound intensity, a curiosity that mirrored his own. She wanted to understand this feeling, this profound pull towards him, this yearning that defied her programmed nature. She was

Rei Ayanami

, the First Child, a key piece in humanity's survival against the Angels of

Evangelion

, yet in this moment, she felt overwhelmingly human, utterly lost in the nascent feelings he evoked.

He understood her silence, the difficulty she had in articulating the storm of new emotions. Instead of pressing, he simply took her hand, his fingers intertwining with hers. His palm was warm, strong, a stark contrast to her own delicate, almost cold touch. This simple contact was a revelation, sending another wave of heat through her veins. He led her gently from the bed, and they stood for a moment, bathed in the soft, ambient light. The scent of him – subtle, masculine, comforting – filled her senses, overriding the sterile air. She found herself leaning into his touch, an instinctive movement she hadn't known she possessed.

"You feel… different tonight," he observed, his voice still a low whisper, careful not to startle her. "More… open." He saw the slight widening of her

red eyes

, the way her lips parted almost imperceptibly. He knew of her past, her origins, her role, and the isolation that came with it. He knew that for

Rei Ayanami

, every human emotion was a newly discovered territory. He saw the faint blush deepen on her cheeks, a tell-tale sign of her burgeoning awareness. He could feel the slight tremor in her hand, a tremor that spoke of nervousness, yes, but also of a burgeoning excitement, a readiness for something more.

His gaze dropped from her eyes to her lips, then lower, lingering on the soft wool of her

sweater

. He saw the subtle swell beneath the fabric, the undeniable curves that hinted at her hidden femininity. He knew the rumors, the observations, the stark truth of her unusual physicality. He knew that beneath the unassuming clothing, she possessed a figure that defied her delicate frame – an unexpected voluptuousness, a testament to her unique design. He had heard whispers of her

big tits

, a feature often concealed by her utilitarian uniform or simple clothing, but tonight, the gentle drape of her

sweater

made their presence softly, tantalizingly obvious.

Slowly, deliberately, he lifted his other hand and placed it on her waist, drawing her infinitesimally closer. Her breath caught in her throat. She didn't pull away. Instead, a tiny, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her lips. The contact was electric, igniting a spark deep within her. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her temple, then tracing a path along her jawline. Her skin was incredibly soft, like silk. He could feel her pulse fluttering beneath his touch. He savored the moment, the exquisite slowness of their unspoken dance, allowing the tension to coil and tighten between them.

His lips finally found hers, a gentle, tentative press. It was a kiss of question and discovery, soft and exploratory. Rei’s eyes fluttered shut, her body responding with an instinct she hadn't known she possessed. She tasted of starlight and innocence, a pure, untouched sweetness. She didn't know how to kiss back, not truly, but she leaned into him, her lips parting slightly in a silent invitation. He took that invitation, deepening the kiss, his tongue gently coaxing hers to respond. A gasp escaped her, a soft, involuntary sound that was music to his ears. She was a canvas, waiting for colors to be painted upon her. He could feel her virginity, not just in her physical inexperience, but in the raw, untainted purity of her responses.

He moved one hand to the small of her back, the other slowly ascending her spine, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her

sweater

. He felt the subtle swell of her breasts as his hand reached her shoulders, and he knew it was time. With infinite gentleness, he began to push the soft wool upwards. Rei’s

red eyes

opened momentarily, wide and vulnerable, but she offered no resistance. Instead, she lifted her arms slightly, aiding him in the slow unveiling. The

sweater

rose, revealing her pale, flawless skin inch by exquisite inch. First, the delicate curve of her neck, then her shoulders, then the startling expanse of her chest.

When the

sweater

finally slipped over her head and fell to the floor in a soft heap, Rei stood before him, clad only in a simple white camisole and small shorts. But it was the camisole that truly captivated him, for beneath its thin fabric, the undeniable, breathtaking reality of her

big tits

was fully revealed. They were round, full, defying the slender build of her frame, with firm, inviting curves that strained against the delicate lace. A soft gasp escaped him, a sound of pure admiration. Her pale skin, untouched and perfect, seemed to glow in the subdued lighting. She was, in this moment, a vision of ethereal beauty and potent sensuality.

Rei felt his gaze on her, and a deep flush spread across her chest, rising to her neck and face. She knew, instinctively, that this was a pivotal moment. Her

virgin

body, usually hidden, was now partially exposed, an offering of trust. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate lace of her camisole, then dipping beneath it, his warm hand cupping the soft, full curve of her breast. A shiver, profound and electrifying, coursed through her. Her breath hitched again, a silent plea for more, for understanding.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He leaned down again, his lips brushing against the swell of her breast through the fabric. He could feel the warmth, the softness, the undeniable fullness. He gently pushed the camisole straps down, letting the garment fall, revealing her fully. Her breasts, unfettered, sprang free, magnificent and perfectly formed, their pale peaks already budding into hard, sensitive points. Her

big tits

were a stunning revelation, a testament to the unexpected depths of her being. Her

blue hair

contrasted sharply with the milky white of her skin, and her

red eyes

were wide, searching, filled with a mixture of apprehension and burgeoning desire.

He took one of her heavy breasts into his mouth, suckling gently, his tongue teasing the sensitive nipple. Rei cried out, a small, choked sound that was more sensation than pain, more pleasure than fear. Her hands instinctively went to his

blue hair

, gripping it tightly as an intense wave of sensation washed over her. He suckled harder, his teeth gently raking the peak, eliciting another gasp, another arch of her back. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave that threatened to drown her carefully maintained composure. She was

Rei Ayanami

, the stoic pilot, but this man, with his tender touch and passionate lips, was unraveling her, piece by exquisite piece.

He moved from one breast to the other, lavishing attention on each, his hands caressing her waist, then her hips, pushing down her shorts. Rei, caught in the throes of sensation, was no longer hesitant. She yearned for more, for the complete unveiling, the full embrace of this new, intoxicating world. The shorts slipped down her legs, revealing the last barrier – small, white cotton panties. He knelt before her, his eyes still locked with her

red eyes

, which now glowed with an unearthly luminescence, reflecting the intensity of her arousal. His fingers slipped under the elastic of her panties, his thumb brushing against the soft, moist curls at her core. A moan, deep and guttural, escaped her lips, a sound she had never known she could make.

He peeled away the last piece of fabric, revealing her completely. Her womanhood, untouched and pristine, was a delicate rosebud, glistening faintly with her nascent desire. He gazed at her for a long moment, his eyes filled with reverence and a potent desire. Her

virgin

body was a testament to purity, a sacred space he was honored to enter. He gently parted her labia with his fingers, revealing the clitoris, swollen and sensitive, peeking through. He leaned in, his tongue tasting her, a light, teasing flick that sent shivers through her entire body. Rei gasped, her knees trembling, her hands gripping his shoulders for support.

His tongue moved with increasing confidence, tracing circles around her clitoris, then dipping lower, exploring her delicate folds. The intensity of the pleasure was almost unbearable, a sweet agony that made her arch her back, her

big tits

swaying with her movements. She cried out his name, a desperate, broken whisper, as her body convulsed around his tongue. He continued his ministrations, bringing her to the brink, then pulling back, tormenting her with exquisite slowness, teaching her the depths of her own sensuality. Her

blue hair

was damp with sweat, clinging to her temples, and her

red eyes

were glazed over with pure, unadulterated lust.

Finally, he brought her to a shattering climax, her body convulsing in a powerful orgasm that left her breathless, trembling, and utterly undone. She collapsed against him, burying her face in his shoulder, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against his chest. He held her close, stroking her

blue hair

, whispering words of comfort and praise, allowing her to recover from the intensity of the sensation. He knew this was just the beginning of her awakening, a prelude to a deeper, more profound connection.

He lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bed, laying her gently on the cool sheets. She looked up at him, her

red eyes

wide and trusting, still swimming in the afterglow. He climbed onto the bed beside her, his body warm and hard against her side. He kissed her again, deeply, passionately, his tongue tasting the lingering sweetness of her. He knew the significance of this moment, the sacred trust she had placed in him, the breaking of her

virgin

state. He wanted to make it as tender and profound as possible, a true initiation into the beauty of intimacy.

He positioned himself between her legs, her thighs parting naturally to accommodate him. Rei watched him, her gaze unwavering, a flicker of apprehension mixed with eager anticipation in her

red eyes

. He leaned down, whispering, "Are you ready, my Rei?" She nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement, but filled with absolute conviction. Her hands reached for him, guiding him, a primal instinct overriding her usual reticence. He positioned himself at her entrance, pressing gently. Her breath hitched, her body tensing slightly. He paused, looking into her eyes, offering her a chance to stop. She shook her head, urging him on.

Slowly, carefully, he began to push forward. Her muscles were tight, her

virgin

resistance a delicate barrier. A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips, a small cry of pain that quickly transformed into a gasp of wonder as he finally broke through, easing into her depths. The initial sting quickly gave way to a profound sense of fullness, of being utterly, completely occupied. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him. Her

big tits

pressed against his chest, their fullness a soft cushion against his hard musculature. The sensation was overwhelming, a rush of warmth and pressure that filled her with an incredible, undeniable pleasure.

He remained still for a moment, allowing her body to adjust, allowing the initial discomfort to subside. He kissed her forehead, her nose, her lips, showering her with tender affections. "You're doing wonderfully, Rei," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He felt her clench around him, a soft, involuntary contraction that signaled her readiness. He began to move, slowly at first, each thrust a gentle exploration, a careful dance of discovery. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her head thrown back, her

blue hair

splayed across the pillow. With each thrust, her gasps grew louder, more uninhibited, transforming into raw, throaty moans.

His pace increased, finding a rhythm that resonated with her body, a primal dance that transcended their individual identities, fusing them into a single, passionate entity. He could feel her tightening around him, her inner muscles clenching and releasing with a delicious suction. Her

big tits

bounced gently with each powerful thrust, their soft weight a constant, tantalizing pressure against his chest. He watched her face, the way her features were twisted in an exquisite mixture of pleasure and vulnerability, her

red eyes

now gleaming with tears of pure sensation. She was utterly beautiful in her abandon, a testament to the power of human connection.

"More," she whispered, her voice hoarse, almost unrecognizable. "Please… more." Her hands scrabbled at his back, pulling him deeper, demanding every inch of him. He obliged, driving into her with newfound ferocity, each thrust reaching the deepest recesses of her being. She cried out, a broken sob of pure ecstasy as her body began to convulse around him once more, tighter, fiercer than before. Her legs wrapped tighter around his waist, her back arched as a second, even more powerful orgasm ripped through her, shaking her to her core. Her name,

Rei Ayanami

, was screamed into the quiet of the room, a testament to her complete surrender, her full embrace of humanity's deepest pleasure.

He felt her climax wash over him, a wave of profound pleasure that spurred him towards his own release. With a final, guttural roar, he emptied himself deep inside her, his body trembling, his muscles spasming as he found his own shattering climax. He collapsed onto her, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. He buried his face in her

blue hair

, inhaling her unique scent, a mixture of clean skin and the musky aroma of their shared passion. The world, the constant threat of

Evangelion

and Angels, faded into insignificance. In this moment, there was only them, intertwined and utterly content.

They lay there for a long time, their bodies still joined, the echoes of their shared passion reverberating through the silent room. Rei, her chest still heaving, her

red eyes

slowly fluttering open, turned her head to look at him. A small, tender smile graced her lips, a sight so rare, so precious, it almost brought tears to his eyes. It was a smile of pure contentment, of newfound understanding, of a bridge finally built between her solitary world and the vibrant tapestry of human emotion. Her fingers, still intertwined with his

blue hair

, gently stroked his scalp, a gesture of unexpected tenderness.

"I… I understand now," she whispered, her voice soft and husky. "This… this is what it means to feel." He held her tighter, pressing a kiss to her temple. He knew that for

Rei Ayanami

, this was more than just a physical act; it was an awakening, a profound step towards embracing her own humanity, her own capacity for love and joy. Her

virgin

body had been opened, but more importantly, so had her heart. The soft light of dawn began to creep through the blinds, casting a gentle glow on their entangled forms, a silent witness to the beautiful, passionate genesis of a soul. Their journey had just begun, a journey filled with the promise of more tender discoveries, more unbridled passions, and the profound realization that even in a world of Angels and suffering, love could still bloom, vibrant and undeniably real, especially for a girl with

blue hair

,

red eyes

, and a heart that had finally learned to beat for another.