Took an ice-cold shower after training today. The feeling of water droplets rolling off my body... reminded me of a sensation I really shouldn't be recalling in public. The Commander's stern face, and the way his Adam's apple bobbed when he was giving a lecture. Tch, what am I even thinking? But seriously, during some of those power struggles, more than synch rates, I'd rather test a different kind of control—wrapping my legs around his waist, pinning him against the cold metal of the command console, listening to his attempts at maintaining authority dissolve into ragged, chaotic breaths until all he can gasp is my name. That would be more satisfying than taking down any Angel. Of course, if that idiot Shinji ever found out about these thoughts, he'd probably just short-circuit.