Master's Way with Nabiki: If I fell in love with you (WAFF) (LIME) [Episode 138882]

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If I fell in love with you
Would you promise to be true
And help me understand
'Cause I've been in love before
And I found that love was more
Than just holding hands

If I give my heart to you
I must be sure
From the very start that you
Would love me more than her

Ranma and Nabiki lay on the bed, facing each other, and wrapped in each other's arms. Their hands concentrated on each other's heads and torsos. Their lips played with each other's heads, and their legs intertwined, stroking each other.

Due to their limited exploration, Ranma had yet to encounter Nabiki's underclothes directly, even though her skirt had ridden up to the point where it would have been ineffective had there been a third observer.

It had been several minutes since either of them worried about being in a hotel. Both of them were too focused on their beloved in their arms. Ranma was acting, more or less without thought, enjoying himself, and acting without self-restraint. Nabiki, on the other hand, had several times started to do something to Ranma, only to countermand her action before Ranma noticed.

The last thing she wanted was for Ranma to react adversely as he had earlier that evening in the movie theater. Each time she aborted her action; she switched to something else and forgot about it. But eventually, she realized she was doing it yet again.

"Ranma?" It was the first verbal communication they'd endeavored for some time.

"Yes?"

"Would you take my hand?" She placed the back of her hand in Ranma's palm, when Ranma expected their palms to be touching. Ranma looked at her with curiosity.

She explained, "I want you to help me with what made you flinch at the movie. Would you put my hand there?" She was projecting warmth with a confidence she faked for his benefit.

He might refuse her. He wasn't ready for her aggressive passion in the theater. She tried to convince herself that it wasn't what she did, but how she did it that lead to his flinching. After all, she appreciated his asking for explicit permission to touch her clothed breasts.

In the theater, she had taken it for granted that he'd enjoy it. After all, he was the guy; guys want to go as far as possible, it's the girls who want to take a relationship slowly.

Nabiki knew better. If Ranma just wanted to get into some girl's panties, he only had to drop his guard, and ditch the rivals. Both of them had to work together if they were going to seduce each other.

Ranma paused for a moment, his expression unreadable to Nabiki's growing anxiety, before pulling her hand down to stroke his clothed erection. Her hand stroked its length as if it were a cat's tail, before he left her hand to gently squeeze its girth.

He hadn't rejected her. Nabiki was overjoyed that Ranma had once again allowed her to get further under his guard.

The slight sexual pleasure he felt from her hand was actually less than what he had been experiencing from their legs rubbing together, occasionally coming into contact with his penis.

Nabiki's joy didn't stem from knowing she was giving him pleasure, but from knowing that Ranma had opened himself further to Nabiki. No one else could hold him like that. It was one more way that Nabiki had Ranma all to herself. Later they could work out how she could give Ranma as much pleasure as possible. But right now, they were too busy sharing themselves emotionally to worry about it.

His manhood, clothed as it still was, wasn't the most desirable part of Ranma's body to Nabiki. The memory of his bare chest, or his bottom straining against a tight seat of his trousers was far more arousing to her. It was what it represented that was so important to Nabiki.

Obviously, it was an indication of her effect on him, much like her nipples which were extremely pronounced and sensitive. It was also an indication of Ranma's trust in her, and his acceptance of her as his partner.

It was only hours ago that they'd determined anyone touching him like this would have ended their necking. And already Ranma had allowed Nabiki past that barrier.

But neither of them were prepared to go further with that part of Ranma's anatomy, so Nabiki snuggled up closer to him, and slid her hand around to fondle one of his tight buttocks; something she had long wanted to do, and she was determined she would do so now that she had the opportunity. The fact that this shoved their privates together was merely an attractive bonus.

Capturing her lips with his own, Ranma decided to reciprocate Nabiki's action, and reached down to fondle Nabiki's ass. It took him a while to realize the discrepancy that he felt was due to Nabiki's skirt having been accidentally raised. Ranma had been fondling her cheek with only her panties in the way.

Feeling he had accidentally proceeded beyond what was agreed, he lowered her skirt, and went back to what he had been doing, only to have Nabiki intentionally raise it back up.

Eventually their light petting and the late hour had progressed, and they were content to hug each other and talk. Ranma spotted the bedside clock over Nabiki's shoulders. "It's getting late. Kasumi will be worried."

"I know." She paused for a while. Ranma could see there was something she wanted to say, but for some reason, she wouldn't start. Finally, she said, "I've been thinking about how you said it was pleasant sleeping in Shampoo's arms. Someday I'd like to do that for you. Just hold you like a friend while we sleep."

"I'd really like that. Ya gotta promise not ta turn into a cat in the morning though."

"I think I can avoid doing that." While her response was suitably sarcastic, it was obvious there was more to it than that.

"What's wrong?"

"You know how hard it will probably be to arrange a night together safely. The thing is..." And then her words rushed out, "We could get away with it tonight!"

"What?"

"Kasumi thinks I'm out with some friends. She's sure I'm not seeing anyone. All I have to do is call her and tell her there's an impromptu sleepover. I'm not sure when or if we'll be able to arrange something like this again."

"I thought it was the guy who was supposed ta ask the girl to sleep with him."

Ranma's smirk somehow gave Nabiki the nervousness she normally associated with Ranma. "Just sleeping together! Not sex!"

"I know. What would you sleep in? You didn't pack anything."

"I could borrow a shirt from you. I can sleep in that, and my underwear. They're less risque than the swimsuits you've seen me wear at the beach."

"I'm not sure I could just sleep with you at this point, not after all that kissing we've done."

"I know what you mean. I'm going to have to take a cold shower before I could do it safely."

"You want me to be a girl?"

"No! Well, I mean, you could if you want. I'm willing to hold you whichever gender you pick. But I'd prefer our first night together with you as a man. I understand if you feel it would be safer if you were a girl."

That wasn't what Ranma had meant at all. Nabiki had no memory of pouring out all her sexual fantasies to Ranma. But the balance of fantasies she had about male and female Ranma meant that Ranma had no illusion that being a girl would be any useful protection from the desire of Nabiki.

Instead Ranma had thought Nabiki was making an oblique reference to cold water because she'd feel safer with a female Ranma. She actually would be safer. Ranma was still working out the proper behavior towards Nabiki. Throwing in his other gender would set him still farther back.

Still, he felt he had had to offer. Especially if Nabiki had been counting on it when she made the suggestion. "I'll change back afterwards, but I'll take that cold shower too." After seeing Nabiki's expression, Ranma announced, "I meant a separate cold shower! Really I did!" then he smirked, "It wouldn't do me any good if I were watching you at the same time."

Nabiki blushed.


After selecting Nabiki's nightshirt, Ranma went off to take his cold shower while Nabiki phoned Kasumi. The high pitched feminine yelp that Kasumi heard when the icy water hit the aroused Ranma leant verisimilitude to the story of a slumber party.

When Ranma emerged from the shower, wearing only his boxers and T-shirt, Nabiki's gaze smoldered as it scanned him. She walked slowly up to him, only stopping when Ranma shouted, "Don't you dare kiss me now!" Smiling, he added, "If you do, I'll need another shower!"

"Spoilsport!"

"Let me offer you some hard-learned advice. Start the shower off warm, and then lower the temperature at the end.


Nabiki emerged from the bathroom wearing only Ranma's shirt over her undergarments. While the cold shower had cooled her ardor, their separation had allowed the return of her insecurities, and the dissipation of her confidence. She was going to take Ranma to bed with her on their second date. They were going to sleep together in a hotel.

Before her shower, she planned to stretch for Ranma's benefit. She wanted to watch his face as she arched her back, coincidentally thrusting out her chest, and making the hem of her shirt rise up to finally expose a bit of her panties.

But with the ebbing of her immediate desire, she was reduced to blushing as she emerged. She refused to embarrass herself further by allowing her hands to move to protect her modesty, insisting to herself that she was sufficiently clothed. Still, her hands, left to their own devices, moved to cover her breast or her crotch in a manner that unfortunately only drew attention to those areas.

This left Nabiki self-conscious of her hands, and nothing to do with them. She couldn't even shove them into her short's pockets as she wasn't wearing any. Her clothing lacked any anchoring points to put her hands.

Meanwhile, Ranma was openly staring. In all honesty, Nabiki's legs weren't any more exposed than when she wore shorts, or a brief skirt. However Ranma could not look away from the sight of her long legs. Whenever he saw a girl in a skirt, he felt it was implicitly forbidden to look, touch, or even speculate what he might find under it. But with Nabiki devoid of lower clothing, his mind didn't shy away from imagining his hands sliding up to caress the concealed portions of her thighs.

In one swift motion, Nabiki resolved her problem over what to do with her hands, as she slipped under the covers, incidentally flashing Ranma with a bit more thigh, and a glimpse of white, before her legs vanished under the sheets of the bed.

Oddly enough, once she was in the bed, some of her confidence returned. From acting like a little girl walking into the wolf's den, now she was in a position to invite Ranma into bed. She became the queen, or at least hostess, inviting Ranma to join her. It put her mentally in control of the situation.

When she wordlessly held the covers open for Ranma to join her, Ranma felt a moment's hesitation, as all of his fiancee's tricks and plans momentarily came back to him. But it passed before Nabiki noticed, and he slipped into bed.

Then, after staring at each other for a few seconds, they briefly kissed, feeling that the other expected it, before they settled into a hug. It was a little awkward, as they were keeping their legs on their own sides of the bed. But they wrapped their arms around each other, and held their torso's close together.

Nabiki was the first to notice her partner's tension, when it suddenly vanished. Without warning, Ranma seemed to melt bonelessly into her hug. His arms still possessed their usual strength as they enveloped her, but the stiffness in his posture vanished as the muscles in his back finally relaxed. Ranma quietly mumbled, "Feels nice."

"The hug? Or my body?"

One of Ranma's arms released her so his hand could lightly stroke up and down her back. "Both actually. But I meant the hug."

Ranma's stroking finally caused Nabiki to release the stress she hadn't realized she had been holding in, and her back released its tension. The hug became much more pleasant for the two of them.

Finally Ranma said, "I wonder if we could fall asleep like this?"

"Just a second." Nabiki sat up in bed, slipping from Ranma's arms, and fiddled with the back of her shirt.

Ranma's eyes were glued to her chest as she unintentionally thrust it forward when she put both her arms behind her back.

Releasing the catch on her bra, she briefly pulled each arm into her shirt, before pulling her bra out of her sleeve, and dropped it on the floor.

When she slipped back into Ranma's embrace, she saw the curiosity in his eyes. "I don't wear it when I sleep. There's no need when I'm lying down, and it feels odd to wear it to bed when I never have before." Silently she amended to herself, "besides, it feels nicer this way against his chest."

After having rested within her arms for a while, Ranma commented, "Ya know, in some ways this is even nicer than making out."

Nabiki gave Ranma a glare so false, even Ranma knew it was for comic effect. "You better not be saying anything bad about my kissing!"

"Of course not! It's just ... Different. I'm no good at putting these things in ta words."

"Go ahead and try. You know I don't jump to conclusions like everyone else does."

"Well, when you're kissing me, I feel wanted. And it feels great. But when you're just holding me like this, I feel loved."

"You don't feel loved when we're kissing?"

"I guess so, but not like this. Sure I feel loved, or I wouldn't have let it happen. If I wanted empty kisses, I'd have let one of the other girls catch me. Maybe I mean being held like this makes me feel cared for."

"Of course I care for you."

"No one else really shows it. Pop and Akane just yell and insult me; Shampoo and Kodachi just take what they want; your father and Kasumi just ignore whatever happens; even Ukyou recasts everything into her own fantasy life. I don't remember ever feeling cared for like this."

"Perhaps we should spend some time with you as a girl, so that I can support you, and hold you in my lap when we hug. I know I feel wonderful when you're holding me; if you're willing to be female, maybe I can help you see how it feels." Nabiki was a bit apprehensive about suggesting this. After all, Ranma didn't like his curse, or displaying anything he considered a weakness.

But Nabiki didn't have the same hang-ups about Ranma's gender switching that most of Ranma's friends possessed. After all, her fantasies about Ranma didn't depend on him being one gender or another. And while she felt no need to force Ranma to become a girl, she didn't want him to restrict himself based on how other people think he should act.

It was a subject she didn't feel ready to broach with Ranma, partly because she suspected Ranma might not be ready either. But she wanted to show her support if Ranma were willing to act outside of the roles his peers and family wanted to impose on him.

And a situation like this, where the weight of Ranma's form made a difference, seemed like an ideal time to hint that she wouldn't mind kissing a female Ranma.

Of course, Ranma was fully aware of her fantasies regarding his female form, since he had learned of them through his exploration of The Master's Way. While he wasn't sure how ready he was to explore that facet of their relationship, he had had a while to think it over. And while he was curious about how it felt to Nabiki when he played with her breasts, he was a bit loathe to find out through first hand experience. Especially if he came to like it; after all, sometimes it seemed half of the perverts in Nerima were trying to feel up his breasts.

So Ranma answered tentatively in the affirmative. "Although I think I'll prefer holding you in my lap. It always makes me think about protecting something fragile and priceless."

The next morning, Nabiki awoke first, to find her holding Ranma's head against her chest. His cheek was pressed against her breasts, using them as a pillow. Had his face been buried in her cleavage, she might have reacted badly, but with his head focused away from her, the position was oddly asexual.

Ranma's arms grasped each other behind the small of her back, trapping them together as surely as her arms holding his head did.

Stroking his hair brought Ranma closer to wakefulness. He hummed in pleasant satisfaction, as he hugged his pillow closer to him, and cupped one of her shoulder blades, as he shifted his head. The feeling of his ear brushing her nipple was mildly exiting, but insufficient to impact on the feeling of content happiness Nabiki was feeling at the moment.

Suddenly, she felt Ranma tense up. She quietly said, "It's just me, Ranma." Nabiki could see him untense as he recognized her voice. She expected her comment would prevent him from panicking. Any other female would have sent him fleeing from the bed. She didn't expect the tension to just flow out of him, and for him to briefly hug her tighter in acknowledgement.

She also wasn't expecting the vibration of his head when he "Hmmmmmm"ed in contentment. "That was wonderful. I'm gonna haveta find a way to sneak you into my bed every night." Ranma paused a moment, "Neat! I could hear your heart beat speed up!"

For some reason, Ranma's impromptu lie-detector embarrassed her more than his asking to sleep with her, or his accidental ministrations of her breasts. "Careful, Ranma, that was awfully close to a commitment."

"I know this was a one-time thing, but it's so nice, I'm gonna miss it."

"It doesn't have to be a one-time event, but we can't risk it often."

"Then it's best I think of it as an isolated event. I'd rather be pleasantly surprised if we can do it again, than grow resentful every time Pop or Akane wakes me."

"So that's how you remain cheerful?"

"That, and being able to vent my frustrations on my pop, and my rivals. If they left me alone, I'd get frustrated awfully quickly. Then again, they're the cause of most of my frustrations."

Nabiki threw off the covers intending to get out of bed and go to the restroom. Unfortunately, during the night, the shirt Ranma loaned her had ridden up until most of it was trapped, bunched up under her breasts, exposing her to Ranma's scrutiny.

Her first reaction was to freeze, while a blush suffused her face. Then, after a couple of seconds, her mind reset enough to look at Ranma, whose gaze was locked onto her toned legs.

Nabiki made a small "Eeep!" sound, as she used her hands to hide her plain white panties from Ranma's sight. But all this accomplished was to draw Ranma's attention to her crotch.

Suddenly, she jumped from the bed, oh so briefly mooning Ranma with her lovely panty-clad bum before she pulled the shirt down, and rushed into the bathroom.

While in the bathroom, Nabiki berated herself for acting like a schoolgirl. She had just spent the night with the person she both loved and lusted after for such a long time. She had striven to push him further; all but demanded he reach under her skirt to play with her bottom when they were kissing the night before. And now she's embarrassed because he's seen her panties.

They weren't even racy ones. They were plain, white, and cut conservatively. She wore bathing suits far more enticing in public.

But maybe that's the problem. While wearing the bikinis, she let everyone know they could look all they liked, but not touch. Her observers had had to behave or she'd have had their guts for garters. However the previous evening, she had hinted she might get upset if Ranma refused to fondle her panties.

And it was clear from his expression that Ranma wasn't adverse to the idea.

She had selected her undergarments with the understanding that Ranma might see them. Not counting the chaos and disasters that seemed to swirl around Ranma and lead to embarrassment in everyone; she dressed with the understanding that she might decide to allow Ranma to go so far as to see her undergarments. Otherwise she'd have worn a more daring pair to make her feel sexier and assured, but she wasn't ready to try and seduce Ranma so quickly and blatantly.

She smirked to herself. If that had been her goal, she could have forgone underwear altogether. Of course, she'd have had to wear a different skirt, so that only Ranma could discover her lack of panties. Better save that idea for much later in the relationship; Kasumi-level demure clothes, with no panties.

"Ok." She decided, "I was just embarrassed because I flashed him by accident, instead of intentionally. But that's no reason to hide in the bathroom like a scared schoolgirl. Now go out there, and stop wasting your limited time with him!"

Once again, Ranma was transfixed by the sight of a bare-foot bare-legged beauty, whose thighs vanished beneath the hem of his shirt. But this time, Nabiki entered the bedroom proudly, almost arrogantly overcompensating for her earlier skittishness.

Instead of entering the bed immediately, she posed for a second, proving to herself she wasn't worried about Ranma's attention. Then she joined Ranma acting as if it were a maneuver she'd performed countless of times before.

In truth, she was hard-pressed to mask the feelings of embarrassment, pride, fear, and exultation as she displayed herself for Ranma's benefit.

She engulfed Ranma in a hug, barely hearing him mumble "It's been ten hours since that cold shower." Smirking, she slipped her hand behind his head, and drew themselves together in a passionate kiss.

Ranma's upper hand was resting on her hip above the covers, but he quickly positioned it between the covers and her waist, before his had began to drift up and down her back, enjoying the feeling of stroking her entire back with only a single layer of cloth between them.

Had Ranma had more experience with making out, he might have noticed the absence of bra straps. Instead, it was a shock to both of them, when Ranma moved his hand to fondle Nabiki's breast, and trapped her nipple between two fingers.

This was farther than Nabiki had intended to go on their second date, and she wasn't as blinded by passion as she had been last night when she all but ordered Ranma to fondle her bottom under her skirt. So her unfortunate expression of shock caused Ranma to rapidly apologize.

It was unfortunate that Nabiki's expression of shock was so similar to her younger sisters.

Nabiki's logical brain was at a loss with how to deal with the pleasurable sensation of Ranma feeling her up when she had taken her own bra off, and forgotten to put it on later. But the sight of Ranma beginning to panic gave her a clear guideline.

Reaching an arm under Ranma's arm, which was still clamped to her breast, she forced his arm up, around her neck, while she silenced his incipient babbling with a passionate kiss.

When she released the confused boy, she tried to explain. "I forgot I wasn't wearing a bra. I wasn't expecting that. It felt really nice. I wasn't ready to go that far with you. You didn't do anything wrong."

Ranma gulped, "I'll try ta remember when you're not wearing a bra."

"For now." Nabiki grinned, "Shall I tell you some of the things lovers do to each other?"

She took a strange pleasure in seeing Ranma off balance. "All combinations of clothing can be tried, including things like bathing suits, or no clothing at all. In addition, you'd learn to use your mouth, as well as your hands, to lick, suck, kiss, and bite. And that's not even mentioning the part of my body you haven't begun to explore yet."

They were both blushing. But Ranma's was much worse than Nabiki's, and Nabiki had once again taken control of what had been an embarrassing situation for her.

Ranma stared at the bedding, under which were Nabiki's breasts, and said, "With my mouth?"

"Yes. I'm looking forward to it, but not quite yet. You should have been aware of the possibility of using your tongue after mentioning that sensitivity shiatsu point."

"But that was just for a special technique."

"So what other techniques did you learn?"

"Well," Ranma hesitated, "there's one technique that has many uses. I've even been debating whether it's honorable or not to use on my fiancees. It was designed to help teach students."

"And how does this one work?"

"Well, when you learn a new martial arts move, there's often a time where you suddenly get it right for the first time, but then you can't repeat it. This technique was designed to help a teacher get a student past that point. You know how you sometimes have a song going through your head, that you just can't get rid of?"

When Nabiki nodded, Ranma continued, "Well, through a combination of chi and shiatsu, the teacher applies this technique right after a student succeeds the first time, and for at least the next day, every time the student isn't concentrating on something else, their mind goes back to that time. They remember what it felt like, and they think about it endlessly. Unfortunately the technique is a little too versatile, and easily open to misuse."

"Such as?"

"Well, the simplest example would be if we were making out. Imagine I did the technique then, and you didn't know about it. Then the next day, all through school, whenever classes were the slightest bit boring, your mind would be on that moment. You'd even almost feel my tongue caressing yours as I fondled your breast, and massaged your bottom. And this would go on for hours, in public, with no way to stop it, and with no explanation."

Nabiki's expression was vacillating between horror and a grin, so Ranma added, "It could also be performed at worse times. Imagine if it were performed just after you'd orgasmed. Or even worse, just before. Imagine going through a school day reliving that moment when you need to come desperately, but haven't quite managed it. And it goes on for an hour at a time, while you're surrounded by your classmates watching you fidget in your chair while you try to mask the signs of your arousal."

"If you did it, could you undo it after an hour or so, or would it have to run its course?" Nabiki thought the idea was frightening, but it might be something she would be willing to experiment on. The idea of feeling his hands and lips throughout the day while her classmates looked on unaware sounded highly arousing, so long as Ranma could turn it off if it became too much.

"Oh, yes. I'm almost positive I can disrupt it easily. And if that didn't work, I know I could replace the phantom feelings with a new safe one for 24 hours. The instructions mentioned explicitly that you could replace one with another.

"You weren't planning to do that to your fiancees, were you?"

"Naw. Not like that. It can also be used to attempt behavioral modification. You know, Akane always gets mad whenever she gets embarrassed, right? Well, I think she sometimes becomes violent to hide the fact that she's thinking about something kinky. She blames me for being a pervert before I can guess why. She's more of a pervert than me, but she refuses to think about it, preferring to hit someone instead. Now, if I were to trap her mind while she's thinking kinky thoughts, she couldn't ignore it."

"I see."

"And that's just if I'm trying ta get her to be more honest. If I were being malicious, I could do it after Happosai groped her, which would either make her homicidal, or realize she enjoyed being groped. You see, there's too much possibility of abuse. On the other hand, I almost used it on myself this morning. I was tempted ta do it to myself when I woke up in your arms."

"Why didn't you?"

"Dunno. Took too long debating if I should. Besides, it felt like cheating. Bottling up how you made me feel ta take pleasure from when you weren't here."

Nabiki leaned over, and kissed him sweetly, lightly on the lips. The kiss was devoid of their previous passions, but sweeter none the less.

Sliding into comfortable positions, they lie back in bed just holding each other close; enjoying the feel of being close and comforted by someone who cares.

The passion, desire, and lust they had felt earlier were a heady, rich dessert. But now they had a chance to enjoy a milder, more complex feeling. As if they stopped gobbling Halloween candy, and instead paid full attention to the taste of a cup of tea, and a bowl of miso soup. One can't live on a diet of candy.

They had a chance to express affection non-verbally, as they thought of what their partners meant to them. Not quite alone with their thoughts, as their changing moods were conveyed and responded to with affection, concern, and support.

They cuddled together for quite some time, before their little movements, and caresses of affection began to inflame their ardor once more, and they resumed kissing passionately as their hands began to roam over their partners.

Ranma's hands were sliding over her neck and shoulder-blades, giving Nabiki an unorganized but extremely pleasant backrub, coincidentally pressing their chests lightly together. Meanwhile Ranma's feet were playing with Nabiki's in a manner which reminded Ranma briefly of T'ai Chi Chuan's pushing hands.

Nabiki had one hand running her fingers through his hair, and scratching his scalp, her other hand was busy kneading one of his buns.

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