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"I'm sorry," his mouth said on autopilot. A small part of his brain was concentrating on not dropping the hot pot on his feet, because most of it was trying not to drool helplessly over the way Asuka's long, smooth legs disappeared up under the hem of the towel, mixed in with memories of last night that said sight triggered. Stopping in the middle of things to take a shower had been Asuka's idea. It had been a good one; she'd suggested there was a way to save water... Wow...
Um. She was still pointing at him and yelling. "You always apologize right away, but do you actually feel sorry?!"
"Um." Nope, brain still off.
Um. She was still pointing at him and yelling. "You always apologize right away, but do you actually feel sorry?!"
"Um." Nope, brain still off.
— Shinji, Advice and Trust, chapter 3
Shinji spared a second’s thought at how lucky he was that he found her sapphire eyes so captivating. The red bathrobe was clinging to all her curves, and the relatively loose tie up front was giving an extremely tempting glimpse of her ivory skin and cleavage, especially as she was now half reclined to start taking bites of the breakfast he’d brought in. Yes, this would probably be a bad time for his eyes to get caught diving between her slightly exposed breasts, that still had little drops of water clinging—Eyes UP, Ikari!
— Shinji staring at Asuka, A Crown of Stars, chapter 25
Asuka couldn't quite hold back a gasp. The dress was a deep blue that set off Rei's eyes and complexion wonderfully, and while it was technically quite modest -it only showed about as much actual skin as her school uniform- it followed and flattered the curves of her body almost as closely as a swimsuit. A pair of strappy sandals with four-inch heels completed the ensemble, doing wonderful things to the shape of her calves and...
Asuka realised she was staring. She could feel her face getting hot and significant parts of her brain fusing together, but she couldn't look away.
[...]
Asuka didn't have the mental energy to offer much more than the occasional noncommital comment as Shinji was coaxed into picking out some nicer shirts in various shades of grey and green, along with a caramel leather car-coat that made him look mature and sophisticated and generally yummy and damn it hormones make your mind up this is not remotely fair...!
Asuka realised she was staring. She could feel her face getting hot and significant parts of her brain fusing together, but she couldn't look away.
[...]
Asuka didn't have the mental energy to offer much more than the occasional noncommital comment as Shinji was coaxed into picking out some nicer shirts in various shades of grey and green, along with a caramel leather car-coat that made him look mature and sophisticated and generally yummy and damn it hormones make your mind up this is not remotely fair...!
— Doing It Right This Time, chapter 2
"You just want an excuse to ogle me," she grumbled.
He nodded sagely. "Yes. I do."
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, incredulous. "You admit it?"
He rolled his eyes. "I'm your boyfriend, Asuka. I'm supposed to enjoy looking at you."
He nodded sagely. "Yes. I do."
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed, incredulous. "You admit it?"
He rolled his eyes. "I'm your boyfriend, Asuka. I'm supposed to enjoy looking at you."
Shinji resisted the urge to lean on his knees and pant, or brush the debris off his costume. He did his best to keep his eyes off Asuka, and he failed totally. Misato's description of her was a pale reflection, like the light of the moon in the ripples across a pond. She wore a yellow sundress and a ribbon at her pale throat and crossed long, supple legs in front of her. She met his eyes with her own, a deep cerulean that reminded him of the sky on a summer afternoon. Her auburn hair was like the sunset, held back on her head by a pair of barrettes that he recognized, after a moment, as A-10 connectors. Misato had told him she never took them off.
Then the doofus behind her said something about biting his tongue, and she stifled a laugh. He couldn't help but smile. He was paralyzed. What should he do? Offer her a hand? Introduce himself? Say "Hi, I'm Shinji Ikari, and I can breathe in space?" He had to do something, to say something, so he did.
Then the doofus behind her said something about biting his tongue, and she stifled a laugh. He couldn't help but smile. He was paralyzed. What should he do? Offer her a hand? Introduce himself? Say "Hi, I'm Shinji Ikari, and I can breathe in space?" He had to do something, to say something, so he did.
— Last Child of Krypton, chapter 2
Predictably, perhaps inevitably, Shinji found his gaze wandering away from the moving images on the television and focusing on Asuka's prone form, as if drawn by some invisible force.
"Actually," he called out into the living room, tossing the hand towel onto the bench as stepped out of the kitchen, "I wouldn’t mind staying if Asuka went." Walking into the living room, he paused to swipe a can of iced tea and walked up next to a disbelieving Asuka - who was lookingrather nice in a loose singlet top and very short shots that left little to the imagination -
Focus Shinji, focus he told himself as he dragged his attention back to Misato.
Focus Shinji, focus he told himself as he dragged his attention back to Misato.
— Once More with Feeling, chapter 16
He looked toward the source of the snickering, and his breath caught. Standing before him was one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen.
She was blond, and wore a red mask that looked identical to the one Power Girl wore, through which sky blue eyes peeked out at him. Her tight blue shirt made her not inconsiderable curves very apparent, and the yellow and red shield emblem with the "S" inside it on her chest only served to draw the eye to that area. The long sleeves disappeared into the red gloves she wore, but the shirt left her toned midriff bare. A red miniskirt was held up with a yellow belt, and soon yielded to a pair of lithe legs that, from Shinji's perspective, seemed to go on forever. A pair of scarlet boots completed the ensemble.
And she was holding the huge piece of concrete, which had to weigh at least a few tons in Shinji's estimate, above her head as if it was no heavier than a pebble.
The combination of the superwoman's striking good looks and her display of strength left the Third Child stunned silent. He could only gawk up at her stupidly. The little girl he was still loosely clutching was apparently no more capable of speech than he was, because she kept perfectly quiet, too.
She was blond, and wore a red mask that looked identical to the one Power Girl wore, through which sky blue eyes peeked out at him. Her tight blue shirt made her not inconsiderable curves very apparent, and the yellow and red shield emblem with the "S" inside it on her chest only served to draw the eye to that area. The long sleeves disappeared into the red gloves she wore, but the shirt left her toned midriff bare. A red miniskirt was held up with a yellow belt, and soon yielded to a pair of lithe legs that, from Shinji's perspective, seemed to go on forever. A pair of scarlet boots completed the ensemble.
And she was holding the huge piece of concrete, which had to weigh at least a few tons in Shinji's estimate, above her head as if it was no heavier than a pebble.
The combination of the superwoman's striking good looks and her display of strength left the Third Child stunned silent. He could only gawk up at her stupidly. The little girl he was still loosely clutching was apparently no more capable of speech than he was, because she kept perfectly quiet, too.
— Shinji ogling to Asuka, Superwomen of Eva 2: Lone Heir of Krypton, chapter 8
And then she came into view, tall and proud, long red hair and a yellow sundress billowing in the wind, a blue ribbon tied about her throat while A-10 nerve clips were worn in her hair as both decoration and declaration. She radiated certainty and arrogance even to those not blessed with warp sight, and her eyes burned blue like the heart of a fusion reactor, filled with boundless fury and energy. Shinji wanted to drink her.
So this is what lust feels like. I wondered when those hormones would start doing their job. If the Eldar had women a quarter this good, no wonder they blew up half the galaxy and spawned Slaanesh.
So this is what lust feels like. I wondered when those hormones would start doing their job. If the Eldar had women a quarter this good, no wonder they blew up half the galaxy and spawned Slaanesh.
"Maybe just a little," Scott replied. "It's not like you said I have a cute butt." At that, Jean felt herself get a little redder. Damn her fair complexion. Great, just what she needed; another reason to get a glimpse of his butt.
As he vanished through a doorway, Taia debated herself a moment, then took his place in front of the TV, and turned it up a bit.
She had to admit, that Gorgeous George wasn't as good as the wrestlers in her time, but he was just about the sexiest thing on this television device so far.
She had to admit, that Gorgeous George wasn't as good as the wrestlers in her time, but he was just about the sexiest thing on this television device so far.
Asuka leaned and stretched across the back of the chair, so that the bottom of her sweater nudged up and exposed her bare stomach. Shinji stared at it, a fact that Asuka knew only because she watched him to do it, which was of course the whole point of doing it.
Film
[Jacob takes his shirt off]
[Beat]
Hannah: FUCK! Seriously?! It's like you're Photoshopped! ...Can I? [touches his abs]
[Beat]
Hannah: FUCK! Seriously?! It's like you're Photoshopped! ...Can I? [touches his abs]
"But a deltoid and a bicep. A hot groin and a tricep makes me... ooo... shake! Makes me wanna take Charles Atlas by the hand."
—Dr. Frank-N-Furter, The Rocky Horror Picture Show
Literature
"[A]s they passed, Anne's face caught his eye, and he looked at her with a degree of earnest admiration, which she could not be insensible of. [...] It was evident that the gentleman, (completely a gentleman in manner) admired her exceedingly."
Live-Action TV
Annie: You're gonna change your shirt?
Jeff: Not if it's working.
Annie: ...it's not working.
[Jeff takes off his shirt right in front of her]
Random girl: I'll have what she's having.
Annie: Hey, grow up, lady!
Britta: [walking up] Annie!
Annie: His shirt wasn't working!
Jeff: Not if it's working.
Annie: ...it's not working.
[Jeff takes off his shirt right in front of her]
Random girl: I'll have what she's having.
Annie: Hey, grow up, lady!
Britta: [walking up] Annie!
Annie: His shirt wasn't working!
"I see the way your pupils dilate when you look at my body."
— Seven of Nine, Star Trek: Voyager
"When you're in outer space, one day together seems like a year spent together on Earth. So in my opinion, the looks of the crewmembers are very important. Think about it. You're stuck in a tiny spacecraft staring at the same faces every day. Without eye candy to look at, it gets pretty tough."
— Dr. Hong Gayoung, The Silent Sea
Video Games
Nova: Keep your eyes on the battlefield, Tychus.
Tychus: I never make promises I don't intend to keep.
Tychus: I never make promises I don't intend to keep.
Webcomics
"Well anyway, V says Elan has been running around naked, so I'm off to see what his 18 Charisma is worth "under the hood.""
Steve: Aww yeah, gonna get my swim on
[His girlfriend sees Claire watch and blush]
Cosette: Twenty bucks and I'll let you grab his butt.
[His girlfriend sees Claire watch and blush]
Cosette: Twenty bucks and I'll let you grab his butt.
— Questionable Content, p.2301
Web Original
Ruby: How did you (Jaune) find us?
Blake: How are you the Rusted Knight?
Yang: And when did you get so...?
Real Life
I love men's butts. There's nothing better than a good butt.
— Dana Delany
The body is meant to be seen, not all covered up.
I thoroughly enjoy seeing a beautifully proportioned nude male. So did MichelangeloBuonarroti and Rodin. But if the male is blubbery, he should keep his beer barrel to himself and not be a portly polluter.
— June Lockhart
Soccer is especially popular with European men. At every game I attended, at least 90 percent of the bleachers were taken over by testosterone. I greatly admire the athleticism of these types of players but I had never gotten into the sport before coming to Europe. So I was surprised to find that I couldn't get enough of European soccer, and it wasn't just the action that kept me coming back for more. I will admit that it didn't matter to my girlfriends and me what team racked up the most points. The real winner was the team that had the most players with the best butts. And wow, European soccer players are definitely in the wrong field. They really should be men's underwear and jeans models."
— Katherine Chloe Cahoon, The Single Girl's Guide to Meeting European Men
