Charlotte's web

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Charlotte's Web
Chapter 13
Hawaiian Style! (Lemon)

The warm water from the shower . . . the relaxing feeling . . . ooh . . . that warm water, chasing away Ranma Saotome's feminine side. Ah yes, what a wonderful day to be alive, rather than soaking in some stupid tub he was taking a *shower* oh happiness abounds!
But then he tried to wash off his shoulders, and the soap slipped out of his hands. He bent over to pick it up. Then heard some one shout "Soap Dropper!" and then . . .
"AAAHHHH!" Ranma woke up screaming. Akane shook her head.
"Shh! It's only a dream Ranma! You're safe!"
"Oh thank god!" Ranma sighed. "I thought for a moment that I had actually dropped the soap and then been attacked by twelve guys!"
"Actually that did happen, and it was more like twenty." Konatsu said.
"WAH!" Ranma cried.
"Hey, Kasumi is here!" Akane said happily. "She'll pay bail for sure!"

Ranma was wrapped in a warm blanket, Akane and Ukyo were holding him close, and Konatsu was kept at a distance as he was male, and Ranma wanted to see no one of his sex.
Even if they looked like girls.
"I j-j-just dr-dropped the-the s-s-s-s-soap!" He said with chattering teeth. His teeth didn't chatter because of the cold, they chattered with fear! "M-m-mommy! M-mommy! I-it was s-s-so wrong!"
"You never drop the soap in a group shower." Akane warned Ranma.
"But I was all alone!" Ranma wailed.
"At the time you dropped the soap, yes." Kasumi said. "But as you bent over to pick it up . . . well it's a good thing the water was hot. If you were your female self, we might have little convicts running around the house in a few months."
"Don't joke!" Ukyo cried. Then she laughed. "Actually that was a good one!"
"No it . . . okay it was." Akane agreed. Ranma glared at them.
"Ins-s-s-sensitive j-j-jerks!"
"Konatsu dropped the soap and he's just fine!" Ukyo said, pointing at Konatsu.
"He loves me . . . he loves me not . . . he . . . what? Oh yeah I'm fine!" Konatsu said with a longing sigh.
"Oh my god!" Ranma screamed. "He's playing with a flower! He aint fine!"
"Yeah . . . but then again he never *really* was." Ukyo shrugged.

Nabiki smiled encouragingly at Ryoga. What she was trying to encourage, she wasn't sure. She wasn't even sure if she wanted to know what she was trying to encourage.
Ryoga on the other hand seemed to have thoughts going through his mind, and every step Nabiki took closer to him, he took one back. Until she had him pinned against the wall. She leaned forward and kissed him, he struggled away, but it must have been half hearted because Nabiki struggled him back into place against the wall. She'd seen the kid lift boulders out of the ground with on hand, she knew he could escape her if he really wanted to.
But if he didn't really want to . . . did that make this any more or less right? Shouldn't he be kissing her back?
She was about to kiss him again when the phone rang.
Ryoga quickly grabbed it and said, "Hello, Tendo residence, Ryoga speaking, whom may I ask is calling?"
"Darn you!" Nabiki mouthed.
"Ryoga? What are you doing answering this phone at this hour!" Soun shouted so loud even Nabiki could hear him.
"Well I eh . . . I was guarding the place, Kasumi asked me to and-"
"Put Kasumi on the line then!"
"She's not in." Ryoga said.
"She's what! And you are!? If you and Ranma are tearing up the house I'll-"
"Gimme that phone." Nabiki growled. "Hello daddy? It's me, Nabiki."
"Oh Nabiki!" Soun said in a suddenly calmer tone. "Why are you and Ryoga up so late my dear?"
"Well the phone woke us up, Ryoga's eh . . ."
"Sleeping bag!" Ryoga mouthed.
"Cot is set up right next to the phone."
"I have a sleeping bag! Do I look rich enough to own a cot!? Do I?!" Ryoga went into a silent rant. Strangely Nabiki understood every unspoken word.
"Oh! Oh that's good. How is everyone?"
"We're fine. Uh . . . Akane and Ranma are . . ." Nabiki thought of weather or not it was wise to ruin her father's vacation by telling him the news of Ranma's . . . accident. "Eh, they are getting along just great." She lied. "And Ryoga is . . . a real help around the house."
"That's good. We are having a lovely time here in Hawaii by the way."
"That's good." Nabiki said.
"Uncle Saotome and auntie Nodoka have never had sex half as often!"
"What?" Nabiki asked. Her own rising levels of lust were suddenly gone at the image of uncle Genma and aunt Nodoka going at it on a white sandy beach.
"I'm sorry. We're all incredibly drunk." Soun said. "Who is this?"
"Oh god." Nabiki sighed. "It's me, Nabiki. Now daddy, I want you to get some rest. Tell auntie
Nodoka and uncle Saotome to stop getting wasted and go to sleep, in separate beds yet. And for pity sake, don't call us at this time!"
"Bye-bye Kasumi!" Soun said. Nabiki had the strangest feeling he was waving at the phone. She hung up and turned on Ryoga.
"So . . . where were we?"
"I'm hungry." Ryoga said. Nabiki nodded.
"We might have had something to eat before the movie if you hadn't been getting your butt handed to you by Kuno."
"Hey now!" Ryoga cried. "I was kicking *Kuno's* butt! He's nothing against me! I rule!"
"Sure." Nabiki smiled. She leaned forward and gave Ryoga a quick kiss on the lips, then skipped off to her bedroom. "If you're really hungry, follow me." She said.
"Too late!" Ryoga shouted from far off. Nabiki sighed and retrieved him from his favorite broom closet, then led him up to her room.
"Eh . . . y'know Nabiki, maybe I'm old fashioned but I sorta figured that guys and girls should go out on two or three dates before they started to . . . y'know."
"No, Kasumi is old fashioned, you're just naive." Nabiki assured him. "And we're not going to . . . "y'know" . . . because for that to happen you have to ask me real nicely. But you said you were hungry, and I'm not cooking for you." Nabiki said. She went into her closet and retrieved a small box of chocolates.
"Why didn't I see those when I was lost in your closet!?" Ryoga demanded.
"I hide them well, not even Kasumi can find them on those rare occasions when she ventures into my wasteland of a closet." Nabiki offered one to Ryoga. "Know this though, should you eat one of them you will owe me for the rest of your . . . never mind." She sighed as Ryoga snatched it out of her hand with a sort of speed that might make a cheetah jealous. "But if you eat another, you'll owe me manual labor for another month."
"Why do you want to keep me around so much?" Ryoga asked. "Aren't you getting sick of me?"
"My reasons should be obvious by now." She said, she kissed him gently, and caused him to tremble ever so slightly. She grinned wickedly, she owned him in so many more ways than one. Oh god the power she had over him was incredible! "Besides, I'd never get tired of a toy this fun. You tired of me, Ryoga-baby?"
"Well yes. I mean no! I eh . . . I'm confused." Ryoga sighed.

Kasumi frowned. "Let me get this straight. You tried to break Tofu out of a mental institution and got captured? My own sister! How could you!? Don't you have the infamous Tendo Sneak Gene?"
"The Whozit Howzit Jeans?" Akane frowned.
"The TSG allows us to go wherever we want without being detected. Nabiki uses it to steal snacks from the kitchen all the time, thinking herself original and not realizing that I'm in on it."
"What the heck are ya talking about?" Ranma asked. He sat down in a chair, then jumped up shouting. "GAH! GAH!"
"Stupid." Akane sighed. "Don't sit on it."
"I dunno, it feels kind of nice to sit back and relax, especially after you've been . . ." Everyone stared at Ukyo. "Eh . . . walking for a long time . . . standing . . . eh whatever." She said finally. Then she mumbled . . . "mm . . . anal is good . . ."      
"So Kasumi, what do you plan?" Akane asked.
"If you must rescue Dr. Tofu, I will show you how it is done. I will need five sticks of dynamite, a tranquilizer gun, some iodine, a nice black outfit, and enough money to hire a prostitute."
"Wha?" Ranma asked.
"Prostitute?" Ukyo frowned.
"To distract the guards of course." Kasumi said.
"What if one of the guards is a woman?" Konatsu asked.
"Then god help us all." Kasumi nodded.
"What's the iodine for?" Ukyo asked.
"Oh, just something I forgot to pick up when I went to the market actually."
"And the dynamite?" Ranma asked.
"To blow the door apart." Kasumi said.
"Five sticks?"
"Oh I'm sure one would be enough. But to be certain, five." Kasumi shrugged.
"You've done this before, haven't you?" Akane asked.
"I am General Tendo of the underground animal rights movements, NMWYB." Kasumi explained. "I have to break my NMWYB brothers and sisters out of mental institutions all the time."
"Dear god!" Konatsu cried. "Not NMWYB! Anything but the NMWYB! What's the NMWYB?"
"Yes." Kasumi said. "The NMWYB!"
"Whazzat stand for?" Ranma asked.
"No Meat With Your Breakfast." Kasumi said with a knowing nod.
"But you always cook some sort of meat for breakfast." Akane said. "Eggs, fish cakes, sausages, I can go on." Akane said.
"Please don't." Ranma sighed, patting his stomach, which growled in response.
"Being part of a meat eating family is the perfect cover. The secret truth is that I secretly wish to shove meat articles down your faces and strangle you to death with them." Kasumi said in her soft sweet voice.
"But you got no beef with eating meat fer lunch right?" Ranma asked.
"Of course not. I'm also the Rear Admiral of HMWYL, or Have Meat With Your Lunch, we're the ones who keep the over priced burger joints running, people must eat meat with their lunch, just not with their breakfast. Incidentally you should be having rice with your dinner."
"We do have rice with our dinner." Akane noted.
"That's why I've got no quarrel with you." Kasumi said with a blank smile.
"I now know more about yer older sister than I ever wanted to Akane." Ranma sighed.
Kasumi smiled her blank smile. "Good." She said happily. "If you want to learn more, my turn ons include cooking, long walks on the beach and puppies-"
"No more!" Ukyo cried.
"Why would I want ta know yer turn ons?" Ranma wailed.
Kasumi smiled blankly. " . . . I'm not sure." She admitted. "Now, lets shove Ranma into the showers again, for a reenactment of the incident so we know who to invite for thanksgiving dinner, and Ukyo can go too since she enjoys that sort of thing."
"Hey!" Ranma and Ukyo cried in unison.

No one ever expects a . . . DREAM SCENE!

Ryoga had just drifted off to sleep, his dreams were wracked with . . . terrible images of . . . stuff. Kuno beating him up, and Ranma teasing him and stealing his food! Akane telling him over and over that they could only be friends and perhaps the worst part of the dream was that there were about twenty copies of Nabiki demanding he do various tasks.
He woke up with a start, and looked around the room. It was dark, and it was real late. He looked around, and realized he was in Nabiki's room . . . in Nabiki's bed . . . with a sleeping Nabiki Tendo.
He gulped and slid out of bed and onto the hard cold floor. Amazingly he found it more comfortable than the bed, perhaps because he was used to sleeping on the ground.
Fond memories of home didn't exactly come to him as he drifted to sleep though, he wasn't there often enough to have any. But he did have a couple fond memories from the Tendo household.
That time he'd met Akane . . . or how Nabiki had thrown herself in front of the water balloon and gotten her shirt all wet. That was a fond memory on so many levels. If only it had been a white shirt.
And of course he started thinking about Nabiki. He could still remember the feel of her lips on his, the warmth she fair radiated whenever they did kiss, but also the tense anticipation he felt pounding on his chest those milliseconds between the time her intentions became obvious and the actual kiss. All this he remembered quite well, and he remembered the time he'd kissed her. It'd been a sad attempt, and yet it had felt so . . . what was the word for it? Good? Right? Just Nigh of perfect?
He closed his eyes in thought for a long time. He might have fallen asleep again, he wasn't sure.

Nabiki opened her eyes. It was still very dark. Ryoga was asleep on the floor next to her bed; she was sitting upright with her back to the wall. She yawned and looked at the clock. One thirty, she wondered if Kasumi had come home yet.
Nabiki hugged her legs to her chest and rested her chin on her knees and watch Ryoga as he slept.
He was, to say the least, sleeping better than he had as P-Chan. Were it not for the fact that Nabiki was rather proud to have a mean streak as long as Kasumi's kindness streak, she'd probably let him remain human more often.
And yet teasing him was just so much fun. The sad truth was that if she wanted to be fair to him, Ryoga had already paid off all of his debts, he really didn't have to be her slave. She simply didn't tell him because he hadn't asked, and again she didn't really want him to leave.
She didn't know exactly why, she just didn't want to come home and know that her newfound source of entertainment might not be waiting for her. She now knew why Kuno kept Sasuke around.
And yet she'd kissed Ryoga, and he'd kissed her and so on. He was more than just some servant . . . or was he? She was *almost* certain Kuno didn't kiss his ninja butler. She watched him in the darkness; her eyes adjusted enough to see his outline and some detail. He was breathing slowly, very slowly, besides that he didn't move he made no sound.
Nabiki crawled out of bed carefully, trying not to step on Ryoga. Then she thought 'He's my slave, I'll step on him if I want to' and she did.
Ryoga was awake, but he took one look at her and threw himself back down on the floor stubbornly and began to pretend to snore.
Nabiki glared at him and flicked the lights on. "Wake up sleepy head!" She said. "If I have to be awake at this ungodly hour so do you, you're my slave remember? Now come with me, I don't want you getting lost while I'm gone."
Ryoga grumbled a little, but like an obedient servant followed where Nabiki led. First she checked Kasumi's bedroom, nothing. She then checked Akane's room, nothing. About half way to the kitchen she realized she'd lost Ryoga, backtracked and found him in his favorite broom closet, and pulled him out. She led him to the kitchen, but Kasumi was not there either.
"This is weird, she should be back by now."
"So much the better I don't have to be under the same roof as Ranma." Ryoga scoffed.
"He *was* here first."
"I don't want to be here at all." Ryoga noted.
"Is that how you're going to act when we're married Ryoga-honey?" Nabiki asked slyly.
Ryoga scowled. "We wouldn't ever get married! If we did you'd just force me to marry you so you could keep making me do stuff for you. You'd probably go outside the marriage too and cheat on me with that Kinnosuke guy because it'd give you a cheap thrill! I'd be stuck raising our three kids all alone in a run down shack cause that's all we can afford after you went and got pregnant again, except that they are all Kinnosuke's kids and-"
"You've been planning this speech haven't you?" Nabiki scowled.
"I've been giving our future some thought after Akane asked if I ever thought of marrying you." Ryoga scowled back.
Nabiki blushed. "You actually thought about it?"
"Yeah, and that's why it wont ever happen." Ryoga assured her.
Nabiki smiled weakly. "I'd be a much better wife than you think . . . but you're right, we'll never get married, you're to much of a cry baby."
"You're to controlling, and you're possessive-keep calling me *your* slave, *your* Ryoga."
"I'm not possessive, I'm protective. There are other girls who'll treat you badly, I've gotta keep you safe. I'm really more like a big sister to you than anything."
"A big sister who gets a kick out of splashing me with cold and hot water to see me naked."
"Darn straight." Nabiki decided to finish the conversation. She realized she was bored, so she started a new one. "You're coming with me to school tomorrow." She stated.
"I don't want to." Ryoga whined. Nabiki turned on him.
"Did it sound like I asked a question?" She glared.
Ryoga stood his ground for once, which actually amused Nabiki. He said "If Ranma dropped the soap I don't want to fight him, even I have limits he's going to need some time to sort out his thoughts, god help us if he decides to drop the soap more often if you know what I mean."
"I don't know, and I don't think I want to know." Nabiki sighed. "But it doesn't matter. I want you to come with me for a different reason."
"And what's that?" Ryoga asked.
Nabiki stomped her foot in an unusual, though pretend show of anger. "Because I said so!" She shook her head. She turned on Ryoga and sighed. "Forget it, let's go to sleep." She said.
"Great." Ryoga said with a mocking zeal. "You get the basket with the pillow in it, and I'll get the
cold water!" He said, still mocking.
Nabiki leaned forward and shut him up by pressing her lips against his. "You really think I'm so mean? Besides, I don't need to turn you into a pig to get you out of your cloths and into bed." She said.
"Your bed?" Ryoga frowned.
"My bed, daddy's bed, Kasumi's bed, the next door neighbor's bed any bed will do." Nabiki shrugged. "We could use Akane's, I'm sure your more at home there, aren't you P-Chan?"
"Low." Ryoga said. "That's very low." Nabiki smirked and kissed the lost boy again. "Stop that."He said. "C'mon, I don't care whose slave I am, I've got limits."
"How dare you!" Nabiki gasped in a snobbish accent. "Why, I should make you go hungry for a year for refusing my commands! How dare you!" She flicked his nose. "Bad P-Chan!"
"Can't you call me by my name when I'm not a pig?" Ryoga growled. Nabiki smiled wickedly.
"Sure I can, Ranma."
"I am not Ranma!" Ryoga yelped. Nabiki flicked his nose again.
"Don't talk back! Bad P-Chan!"
"Stop calling me P-Chan!" Ryoga protested.
"You're right. Bad Charlotte!" Nabiki flicked his nose again.
"Why do you keep doing that?" Ryoga asked.
"Because you never said I couldn't." Nabiki shrugged. "C'mon now Ranma-"
"I am not Ranma!"
"Only Ranma would be afraid to sleep with a girl. Ranma is gay after all, didn't you notice?"
"I'm not Ranma! And I'm not-wait, Ranma is gay?" Ryoga frowned.
"He avoids girls as a guy and avoids guys as a girl, but he shows off to guys as a guy and to girls as a girl."
"Wait . . . that doesn't sound right." Ryoga said.
"Whatever. Ranma is the only person who'd be afraid to sleep with a hot babe like me. Four out of five guys in our school would pay good money just to date me."
"And I'd bet they have." Ryoga frowned. "How dare you compare me to-I mean I'm not afraid but-I mean . . . eh . . . we really shouldn't be sleeping together, we've only been on one date after all, you don't want me thinking you're a slut do you?"
"Who cares what you think?" Nabiki smiled slyly. She leaned forward and kissed the scared lost boy again. "Besides, it's not the quantity of the time spent together, it's the quality."
"You'll make a great neglectful mother some day." Ryoga noted.
"You'd make a great special occasion missing father since you'd be lost for birthdays, Christmases and the like, let's team up, honey."
"Not on your life." Ryoga said. "I mean . . . maybe if we were a little older-no! What am I saying?"
"Don't ask me." Nabiki shrugged. She flicked his nose again.
"Stop doing that!"
"You're getting on my nerves Charlotte," Nabiki said. "You can come with me upstairs or you can sleep outside with a dog collar and a chain to keep you from wondering."
Ryoga glared at her. "You wouldn't-oh wait yes you would!"
Nabiki sighed. "I really care about you Ryoga . . ." She whispered, trying to sound romantic. "When I say you belong to me, I really just want you to be with me forever!" She threw her arms around him. "Wont you *please*, pretty please with cherries on top, grant me just one wish and take me tonight?"
"Take you where?" Ryoga looked genuinely confused.
"You're not romantic at all!" Nabiki scoffed. Just then the door slowly creaked open,
Nabiki leapt ten feet away from Ryoga and went about the task of looking very busy cooking a midnight snack.
Kasumi came in. "Hello!" She said. "Can't talk, have to run, came for black outfit."
"Take me with you!" Ryoga pleaded. "Wherever you're going, take me with you!"
Nabiki shot him a hurt glance, but tried to make it seem like a cruel evil warning glance, his words just hit too hard for that to work. How could he be so determined to not sleep with her? Was *he* gay? 'Gah! He better not be Ranma's lover or something!' Nabiki thought. "So . . . Ranma okay?" Nabiki struggled to sound casual.
"Oh sure." Kasumi said. "Luckily he was in his male form at the time."
"Luckily?" Ryoga asked.
"Well . . . hmm . . ." Kasumi seemed lost in thought. "Now that you mention it . . . I wonder . . . oh well, I don't care."
"You don't?" Nabiki asked. "Egads what's wrong with you!"
"Egads?" Kasumi frowned. "Where'd you learn that word?"
"I think I got it from Ryoga." Nabiki said thoughtfully.
Kasumi playfully whacked Ryoga over the head. "Stop teaching my baby sister bad words!" She declared.
"If she's a baby, what the heck am I?"
"Infant." Kasumi nodded. "Oh, and Nabiki I know it's not often that you cook, but you'll want to turn the stove on and probably let the meat thaw before cooking it. I'm off!" She cried, turning for the door, then she came back and said, "By they way, if you two have sex I'll be forced to harm you both, so keep to yourselves tonight!"
"Okay!" Ryoga said zealously.
"I'll agree to that." Nabiki nodded, looking at her watch. It was 4 AM, technically it wouldn't be "tonight" for much longer. "What makes you think we were going to anyway?"
"Lets see . . . two teenagers locked up in the house all alone in the middle of the night. Two young examples of the human species we have the nervous looking male and the female specimen pretending to cook, the frozen meat and the fact that the wok is upside down says it all."
"No fooling you." Nabiki sighed.
"Well then I'm off!" Kasumi said. "Wish me luck!"
Nabiki shrugged. "Luck in what exactly?" But Kasumi was gone. Nabiki winked at Ryoga, she glanced at her watch and used the hella-cool indiglo feature. Still not nighttime. Not exactly.

Ryoga looked at her, his heart was pounding still, he'd thought it'd slowed down when Kasumi came in, but it hadn't. He swallowed a lump in his throat. He watched her as she went about putting the wok and meat away. "Damn you wok!" She growled. "How dare you tell on us!"
Ryoga closed his eyes. Nabiki was . . . well he blamed her for all of his most recent problems, but he didn't have any grudge against her like he did against Ranma. He was almost grateful to her for trying to take him onto that stupid game show, he was almost thankful to Ranma for exposing him. No more lies! It was a great feeling. Ryoga thought about that for a while. His stomach grumbled, he frowned. "Are you sure you don't want to cook something?" He asked.
"What? Of course I'm sure!" Nabiki scowled. "I can't cook, I swear!"
"I'm so hungry." Ryoga whined.
"Okay, I think there's still some chocolate left over."
"Begrudge and beguile chocolate!"
"Begrudge? Beguile? Ryoga-baby what the heck does that mean?"
"I'm not sure." Ryoga admitted.
Nabiki smiled at him and shook her head. "C'mon, let's go upstairs." She said. Ryoga followed her carefully, not wanting to lose track of her. They arrived at her bedroom and she led him in. She closed-and Ryoga noticed, locked-the door behind them, and smiled warmly. "Now I've got you all to myself."
"It's not like any one else is home." Ryoga noted.
"We don't need some one barging in on us." Nabiki shrugged.
"Gee, just how precious are these hidden chocolates of yours?" Ryoga asked. He knew what she really meant about people barging in but he was in denial.
"Very precious." Nabiki said calmly. "They are up there with my camera, money in general and my CD player."
"You have a-"
"I will some day." Nabiki growled.
"Oh, right." They sat down on Nabiki's bed together, Ryoga felt nervous being there with her, thoughts of their kiss ran through his head.
When he'd kissed her before . . . had it really been to prove to Kasumi or himself that soap opera kisses were possible? Kasumi hadn't been around, and Ryoga knew that soaps were really hidden camera experiments tracking the lives of normal people living extraordinary romantic lives no matter what Kasumi said. He'd had no reason to kiss Nabiki at the time but he'd done it anyway.
And he was kind of . . . glad.
While he was lost in thought Nabiki finished off the chocolates, all but one which she offered to him. "Last one Ryoga-baby. Take it or leave it."
"You can have it." Ryoga said.
"Okay then. And you're buying me a new box by the way." Nabiki added. She tossed the small round chocolate into the air and prepared to catch it, Ryoga however snatched it out of the air a millisecond before it would have landed in Nabiki's mouth.
"Well if I've got to buy a whole new box I may as well eat this one and see if it's worth it." Ryoga said.
"You already ate the fist box!" Nabiki whined. "You said I could have that one!" She said, pouting. It took Ryoga a moment to realize she was faking it, but in that moment she stole the chocolate back.
She popped the little thing into her mouth and grinned wickedly as if to say "I won!" but Ryoga wouldn't give up. He never let Ranma really beat him, he certainly wouldn't let Nabiki defeat him, be it on a field of battle or in a fight for the last bit of chocolate!
He quickly leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. What he did next was predictable but Nabiki certainty didn't expect it. He kissed her gently, then easily moved his tongue into her mouth, and plundered her, taking the half eaten chocolate as well. Their lips parted and Nabiki shot him a hateful glare.
"You dirty little sneak!" She growled. "You stole-"
"Nonsense, I only kissed you. You were just so surprised that you spat the chocolate into my mouth. You're a nasty girl, Nabiki."
"I just hope you know I've got a terrible cold, I hope you've caught it!" Nabiki growled.
"You don't have a cold." Ryoga laughed. He leaned forward and kissed her again. This time there was nothing to steal, but it felt just as rewarding as before. Her lips tasted like the chocolates they had devoured together not so long ago. Ryoga's arms wondered-completely of their own will mind you-around Nabiki's waist, and he held her close to himself, they were stomach to stomach, but she pushed him away just a bit when she finally broke their kiss.
"R-Ryoga . . ." She whispered.
"Hmm?"
"You know what this is leading to right? Because I wont have you chickening out." She said, sounding a little nervous.
"Chickening out?" Ryoga laughed. "Now why would I do that? I have to prove to Kasumi that soaps are real, remember? Besides long drawn out kissing soap opera stars have a lot of sex so we'd best get to it." Ryoga said, thinking the excuse stupid and feeble as soon as he'd said it, but Nabiki didn't seem to mind at all, though she did scowl when he mentioned Kasumi.
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He kissed her again, but she didn't want to waste time, she pulled her shirt off over her head, and tossed it away. Ryoga went to work trying to unhook her bra but . . . yeah, you guessed it, he couldn't manage it.
After what felt like an eternity of trying Nabiki finally seemed to have had enough. "Look, you undress yourself and I'll take care of myself, got it?" She commanded. Ryoga complied, having a newfound respect for Nabiki's dexterity when she undid the bra in a split second.
Of course in a short period of time they were both naked, looking each other up and down, Ryoga had seen women's breasts before-hell Ranma ran around flashing often enough, but Nabiki's were, not only larger, but they were shaped better too. Ryoga leaned forward and kissed her. He felt her hand touch his, and lead it towards her breast, he put his hand on it, feeling it, resisting the temptation to squeeze it, not being sure weather or not she'd appreciate that.
Ryoga Hibiki knew very little about women, what they wanted physically and emotionally. He wasn't entirely sure that he was making the right decision either. Still when he kissed Nabiki those thoughts were temporarily driven from his mind. So naturally, being somewhat less than a super genius he decided to just keep kissing her and avoid actual thought.

Nabiki felt as if she were in a sauna, even though the room itself was quite cold she felt very warm. She felt Ryoga's lips on hers over and over again, and grateful as she was that she'd finally convinced him to come this far, the middle Tendo daughter was curious as to weather or not her servant . . . no, her love, actually planned on doing anything besides just kissing her.
She could feel his erection, but he made no attempt to actually "penetrate" her. Nabiki felt that perhaps it was time for her to take control. She moved her hands between her legs and gently guided Ryoga's manhood towards her opening, she didn't think when she did it, but she soon regretted it. Ryoga thrust into her gently enough, but the movement in general, not to mention actually having something shoved where nothing-with the exception of a finger or two-had ever gone before surprised Nabiki, and surprise gave way to pain all too quickly. She clenched her fists and cried out in pain when he tore through her resistance, it felt as if he'd shoved a sword through her!
Ryoga seemed a little confused, he looked at her and whispered "You're a-"
"Not anymore, so drop it!" Nabiki warned, ashamed that she'd actually cried out. Not that she was one of those tough types like Ranma or Ryoga, she just didn't like for Ryoga to know he'd actually hurt her. She wasn't entirely sure why, but she wanted to seem sort of godlike to him.
Ryoga looked a little nervous, Nabiki felt the pain slowly passing so she whispered to him "C'mon now, we haven't even started."
Ryoga leaned forward and kissed her again, but he also began to thrust slowly in and out of her.
Nabiki closed her eyes tight, trembling and clenching her fists so tight that her nails dug into her skin and cut her delicate palms. She decided to share the pain and turned her sharp claws on Ryoga's shoulders instead of her own hands, however his skin was rough as leather and just as hard to puncture-no doubt he owed this to his martial arts training with Cologne and those darn rocks.
Nabiki felt heat and growing friction as Ryoga increased his pace. She didn't bother thrusting her hips to aid in the process, rather letting him do all the work she laid back and enjoyed herself as best she could through the remaining pain.
She tried not to moan, again not wanting Ryoga to think her some normal teenage girl, panting and moaning like a dog at every thrust he made. Of course holding back only made those few moans that escaped her lips that much louder, and eventually she did find herself gasping for air.

Ryoga on the other hand really wasn't having a problem breathing. Who'd have ever thought that all that training he'd done to polish his skills and eventually defeat Ranma would pay off in a nonviolent way.
Nabiki was tight, and warm, he'd never actually felt anything like this before, thrusting in and out of Nabiki at a steadily paced rhythm, the lost boy found himself wondering why they hadn't done this sooner.
Nabiki soon showed a bit of initiative and joined him. Her thrusts were rough and didn't match Ryoga's rhythm, so soon the lost boy was forced to match her pace instead.
She was soaking wet, were it not for her warmth he'd expect to transform into P-Chan at any second. She moaned softly, he noticed her pace quickened and he'd just managed to match her rhythm, he was forced to adapt again.
Nabiki's grip on the lost boy's shoulders tightened and she threw her head back, moaning loudly she cried out and suddenly Ryoga felt her grow tighter and so much wetter.
Her tunnel contracted around his shaft, squeezing it tight, then she came, her wet orgasm throwing Ryoga to his own climactic finish.
Most rational thought had left the lost boy, but one thing he was sure of was that Nabiki would be really really angry if she got pregnant. (Wouldn't you?) so he hastily pulled away from her. His reward wasn't a "Good job Ryoga!" or even a "Great thinking oh Avoider of Accidents" instead he got a pouting look of disapproval as he pulled away from her-so he surrendered to her will and made the worst discussion of his young life.
However, he didn't have a great deal of time to think about it anyway. He felt a surge of pleasure wash over him, and his seed shot into Nabiki Tendo's womb, his head swam, her legs felt sort of weak, Nabiki sighed.
They lied down together, Ryoga felt a little . . . strange. Nabiki kissed him on the cheek and whispered something that Ryoga didn't catch. He wrapped his arms around her tight, wishing he'd heard her but not wanting to annoy her by asking her to repeat herself.
"I love you." He grumbled as sleep overtook him . . . they'd be in so much trouble tomorrow . . .

"Okay," Kasumi said. "The trick is not to step on the grass first of all. That was your first mistake."
"Yes, we've established this by now." Ukyo said.
"Now, Isabelle should be doing her lap dance about now, I've worked with her before, she's always prompt . . . so let's go!" Kasumi said. Straight through the guardhouse they went. Kasumi had told them that the guards would look right through them, seeing only Isabelle.
In fact not only were the guards distracted but also after ten paces the gang realized they'd left Ranma and Konatsu behind.
"They were so big!" Ranma wheezed.
"She's wasted on those ungrateful security guards!" Konatsu groaned.
"So big!" Ranma continued.
"At least we know the shower experience didn't ruin them." Ukyo said with a grin.
"Wish it had." Akane growled, now Ranma kept trying to sneak away.
"Tell the truth, I was sorta worried about Konatsu before the whole shower thing anyway-I'm much relieved." Ukyo noted.
Kasumi ignored all of this, and focused on the task at hand. She crept up to Tofu's room, then shoved four sticks of dynamite into the door, saving one as a souvenir.
She lit the fuses and they went off. BOOM! The door came off its hinges and fell down.
They looked inside, but Dr. Tofu as they knew him was not there.
Instead there was a six-foot tall muscular guy with thick arms and a shaved head. He had several body piercing. He looked at them in surprise. "Duh . . . shu come ta save me George?"
"George?" Ranma asked.
"Dr. Tofu! What have they done to you?" Akane cried.
"Tofu? I hates the Tofu!"
"He ate Tofu?" Ukyo cried.
"No, he hates Tofu." Kasumi said. "We must have the wrong room. Shame, we're out of dynamite. Funny, security should be here by now. We should be gun fighting our way to the exit."

At the security hut
"We have a breach in sextor-eh I mean sector sex-eh I mean sector six."
"Don't worry, there's a janitor in there."
"A janitor? But isn't that the cell block where that insane six foot tall cannibal rapist is locked up?"
"Don't worry, that janitor can handle him . . . ooh . . . they are so big!"
"Yeah . . . wait, isn't that the cell where we kept that six foot tall cannibal rapist?"
"What did I just say?"
"I'm just worried is all. Hope whatever idiot is breaking him out knows that he has a taste for sixteen year old girls with short hair whose names start with the letter A."
"Indeed."
"And that he also likes sixteen year old boys with pig tails who know martial arts and cant stand down from a challenge and have bad grammar."
"My son won't ever be the same."
"Or that he especially likes to cook and eat his victims after he's . . . "ruined" them."
"Indeed, if some unsuspecting fools have broken him out may god have mercy on-hey they jiggle!"

Anyway . . . since there really was no point to that last scene . . .
On the cab ride back to Ukyo's place . . .
"Does your name start with the letter A?" The tall guy asked, stroking Anake's hair.
Akane sighed. "Did we have to take him with us?"
"We couldn't just leave him. That janitor was out for blood I say!" Kasumi said. "The way he came at us, murder in his eyes I tell you!"
"He was whistling! He tripped over his own mop and ran for dear life when he saw us!" Ukyo cried.
"Do your name starts with da letter A?" The guy asked patting Ukyo's head.
"I don't think I like this." Ukyo said.
"We should have tried for Dr. Tofu a second time. I'll bet he's still being experimented on."
"Oh is that what you thought?" Kasumi asked.
"Yeah." Ranma said.
"You looks good enough to eats." The tall guy said, patting Konatsu on the head now.
"Don't touch me!" Konatsu cried. "I've promised my heart to another man-eh woman-eh . . . Ukyo!"
"We've talked about that, my position hasnt changed yet!" Ukyo snapped.
"Don't worry, Dr. Tofu wasn't being experimented on, he was just . . . what's the correct words for it? Stupidly staying on because he was getting free room and board."
"Oh . . . well that makes sense." Ranma said.

Meanwhile . . .
On da islands . . .
Soun, Genma and Nodoka were all sitting on a white sandy beach enjoying the view when the zoo patrol happened by, saw the giant panda had escaped and ran over there with tranquilizer guns.
WHAP! WHAP! (Stupid tranquilizer gun sounds!)
The Panda leapt up and roared, then it paraded around holding up various signs.
~I am not a crook!~
~I eat baby wombats!~
~I lost my virginity to my math teacher!~
~There once was a girl from Nantucket!~
~Down with the man!~
~Where's the sign I wanted?~
~Is it this one?~
~Not this one . . .~
~Bingo!~
~Read this next one!~
~I wear purple pajamas and sleep under the stars~
~That's not it!~
"What the . . . what you make of that?" One guard asked the other.
"Dats one of does . . . da kind . . . super intelligent pandas! We'll make plenty money we bring that one in!" The second guard said.
"You're both haole and neither one of you can speak pigeon!" The only Hawaiian guard snapped.
~Hey! Aren't you two going to do something?~ One sign read.
~No~ Soun held up a sign.
~I'm stark raving drunk!~ Nodoka's sign read.
~That's why I wont help you.~ Soun's sign read. ~Be gone, don't worry, I'll make sure your wife's sexual energy isn't wasted!~
~Where did you two get those signs?!~ Genma's next sign read.
But he didn't get his answer, the zookeepers threw an Electro net over him and dragged him off towards the zoo.

Not long after . . .
"Gee, Genma sure has been gone a long time." Nodoka said.
"Do you remember what happened to him? Cause I sure don't." Soun said honestly. He had the strangest urge to smoke a cigarette.
"I can't remember anything!" Nodoka cried. "Come to think of it . . ." She looked at Soun quizzically.
Slowly, as if he were coming out of a drug induced daze, and he reminded himself he probably was, he realized he was lying down next to her . . . without cloths on . . . "Tendo, tell me something . . . why are we in bed together?"
"A fair question. Might I suggest you pretend that we are not, and furthermore pretend that whatever it is you might be thinking we might have done in a drunken moment of passion never actually happened?" Soun offered, he secretly praised the paranoid Hawaiian air port security for taking Nodoka's katana away from her back at customs.
"I think that would be best." Nodoka agreed.
"Then we are in agreement." Soun nodded. "I think we should collect your husband, make absolutely sure he never learns of this, then head back to Japan."
"Where we can commit adultery in a sober state." Nodoka nodded.
"What? That's not what I mea-oh . . . to hell with it." Soun shrugged. "Whatever you say."

To Be Continued . . .

The Commentary
GrimmZ: There is nothing quite as disgusting as a woman and a panda making hot passionate love.
Nabiki: How about a woman and a panda making hot passionate love both dressed in leather, one of them tied up to a grotesque machine and-
GrimmZ: . . . shut up! (Crying, runs off to wash the image out of his brain by watching 6 hours of TV)

Next Chapter . . .
Akane shook her head too, remembering why she'd barged in. "Nabiki! I just got done arguing with RANMA!"
"There's a big surprise." Nabiki and Ryoga said at the same time.
"He said my thighs are thick and that no one would ever want me because I'm a skank! Is that true?" Akane had thrown in the skank part to get Nabiki and Ryoga on her side, and with luck get Ryoga to bully Ranma when he got home.
"Absolutely." Nabiki said.
"Can you repeat that in the form of a question?" Ryoga asked.
Akane frowned. "Are you even listening to me?"
"Absolutely!" Nabiki said.
"Can you repeat that in the form of an answer?" Ryoga asked.