'Older' chapter 101 and a 1/2 Shin WFROSE Do not own Ranma ½ or properties associated with and blah blah blah, yakkety smakkety... 'Older' Ranma sat on Nabiki's bed, unsure of the reason for being in her room, yet... positive of it. He understood what she wanted clearly, he wasn't so foolish as to not comprehend her intentions for the night. Both anxious while dreading, giddy yet almost terrified, the pigtailed young man wanted to take his mind off of the upcoming events, wanting the fluttering deep within his stomach to dispell, and the nervous energy that enveloped him to disperse, but the very fact that he was sitting on the soft, cushiony bed of hers would not allow him to relenquish the torrid thoughts conjured up by his youthful imagination. What should he do? Pretend to be casual about it? Should he tell her how much he loved her? What did she expect from him? Just what... *what* was he supposed to do? The anxiety nearly overwhelmed him, as he quickly stood, and began pacing. Ranma couldn't even keep still, let alone feign comfort at the idea of him... and Nabiki. Everything he wanted to say to express himself sounded so corny even to himself, that he blushed from embarrassment. He... he hadn't done anything like this... Ranma's ears caught the subtle sound of the doorknob twisting, and the almost too quiet break of the door from the frame. Frozen in terror and anticipation, Ranma turned to find Nabiki noislessly entering. She regarded him closely, as she closed the door behind her, being careful not to allow anything to happen to the bottle of wine or single glass she was carrying. Ranma didn't understand the expression on her face. It was unreadable, yet expressive; guarded, but open. It was several moments before either of them realized they were simply staring at each other, before Nabiki broke eye contact, and walked over to her bed. Ranma followed her short trip with his eyes, finding a new interest in the blue silk pajammas he had seen her wear often in the past. They moved and swayed with her motion like she was encased in the skin of the ocean; entrancing and soothing in its multitudes of crests and fluidity. Nabiki moved around to her nightstand, and set the wineglass upon it. She had already opened the bottle of Eiswein in the kitchen, so she wouldn't have to fight with it now. Deities, how she needed a drink immidiately. Ranma watched her, as she walked back to the foot of her bed, and sat down gracefully, crossing her left leg over the thigh of the right, before motioning Ranma to sit next to her. She watched his nearly robotic movement, before turning her eyes away, and taking a liberal sip from her glass. She kept her eyes downcast, observing the slight ripples flow from the end of the glass away from her. Ranma watched her face, wishing she would say something, because he was at a loss for any to broach things. It didn't seem like he had anything important or signifigant to start with, and the silence between them was almost deafening. "Ranma..." His name, spoken so softly, yet slamming into him and passing out of his being like a bullet. His attention was rapt on whatever may next come from her mouth. Nabiki favored Ranma with a solumn expression, "I think you know what will happen tonight, in here." Her voice was firmer, demanding his seriousness, while retaining her endearment. Ranma gave the subtlest of nods, as if afraid or unable to make any more movement. He opened his mouth to speak, but not even a choke could be issued, any sound swallowed up because of his inability to pass air through his throat. Quite simply, he was speechless. Nabiki took his silence as a sign to move on, "I... I'm comfortable with doing this with you. I do want this..." the corner of Nabiki's mouth twisted up into a faint smirk, "...pretty badly, really." Ranma nearly jumped out of his skin, when he felt her hand land on his leg; the featherlight press of her fingertips almost seemed to burn through the fabric of his pants, before just about everything else of his body became numb beyond the sensation of her contact. Why was he so nervous? It wasn't like guys didn't do this sort of thing all the time. In fact, if he hadn't always been traveling, and practicing the art, he probably would have been an able vetran at this. Somehow, that knowledge far from assisted him. "I won't lie, I... missed the touch of a man," Nabiki looked forward, staring off into space, "but I won't pressure you into this, if you don't want to." Him not wanting to? If he were capable of more complex thought at the moment, that would be the most rediculous thing he had ever heard. The older woman turned back to him, her eyes burning into his like a mote of flame, "Ranma, are you..." She shifted her eyes for a brief second, "... don't take this the wrong way, but are you a virgin?" Ranma hadn't quite been granted his voice yet. If he answered her, would she be disappointed? He had come to an understanding that she was experienced, and accepted it along with everything else about her. But, what did that mean for her? Would she be expecting things from him that were beyond his knowledge? His father, even as much a screwup as he often was, proved to be rather stern when it came to Ranma's sexual exposure. He didn't watch much TV, so one of the largest sources of such knowledge, even if often ambiguously. Casual conversations at school yeilded some information, but he considered their 'wisdom' as mostly dismissable, as the conversations always diminished into nuances and innuendos. That didn't mean he was ignorant of things. It hadn't taken long at all for him to grow accustomed to the thought of Nabiki's body in a sexual manner. The very first night he stayed in her home, she had forgotten his presence, and he caught his first glimpse of the well conditioned and proudly kept body she maintained. It had taken a greatly stoic concentration when he tended to her injury at that time, but the image of her cool, milky white skintone, and the feel of her lavishly smooth legs in his palms remained burned in his memory. Since then, he had seen her in even less. Their vacation in Kogishima had left him with a very definite account on Nabiki's femeninity. The bathing suit she wore allowed a free reign of his imagination, as he wondered what she would look like without the thin fabric and sparce padding that made up the skimpy outfit she donned. It still didn't compare to the photo he had 'confiscated' from Happosai, of which he would be embarrassed to admit to taking into the bathroom with him on a couple of occations. Now, she was willing to make those fantasies he had indulged in whenever he was assured of his privacy come to reality. He snapped out of his trance of reverie, realizing her intense gaze bore into him still, calmly yet impatiently awaiting his answer. Looking down at his lap, Ranma flushed brightly, "Y-yes." Nabiki sipped from her glass again, before offering it to Ranma. The pigtailed boy blinked, but accepted a few tentative sips. The sweet, heady liquid tainted his sense of taste, finding its flavor relaxing in a peculiar manner. Retracting the glass, Nabiki began to massage his thigh with her other hand, wanting him to relax as much as he could, "It's alright, Ranma. I'm actually flattered, to tell you the truth. Do you want me to have it?" "H-have what?" "I'm asking if you want me to be your first." Nabiki asked the question as an ego build to herself, secretly wanting to savor the surge of empowerment his reply would send through her. The question also left her vunerable, for if he responded differently... Ranma almost seemed to make himself smaller, "I... would like that... a-and I don't think I would... you know... with anyone else." The floaty, intoxicating sensation that started below her sternum, and rose to her heart was almost euphoric. She had known, regardless of any doubts that passed unbidding through her mind, that his answer would be in her favor, but she hadn't anticipated how much more he would admit, or how powerful it would affect her. At that instant, she knew nothing but her want and desire. Eyes of well aged oak entrapped those of dusk gray, commanding their full attention, ensuring Ranma's eyes never swayed from hers. Ranma's heart stopped at the potent swirl of emotions in Nabiki's eyes; too many for him to identify, but he felt them as if they were his own. If each emotion, each mood, each question that passed between their gazes in such a few scant instances were brought to words, it would become a dictation that would last till eternity. The hand on his leg rose to softly grasp onto the back of his neck, and the older woman leaned towards him, tilting her head sideways slightly. As her eyeslids slowly sank, so did his, and when their lips met, they both embraced one another. Ranma's arms enveloped Nabiki's waist, as her arm holding the nearly empty glass wrapped around his shoulder. She was the first to open her mouth wider, invoking Ranma to follow suit. The tips of their tongues met, flowing around and against one another like merging waters; tasting their distinctive flavors intermixed with the what subtle lasting taste of the wine remained in their breaths. Nabiki broke the kiss, wanting it to continue, but wanting to finally go further, at long last move on. She pulled away from Ranma and stood up, relishing his dazed and yearning expression, and gently clasped onto his right hand with her left. She backed away, pulling him with her and urging him to stand, and led him backwards around to the side of the bed where her nightstand was. She finished off the last of the wine in one smooth gulp, and set the empty glass down. Not too much later after the light clink of the glass's base tapped against the wood of the stand, she sat back on the bed, keeping Ranma in front of her. Her eyes held his gaze, far from finished with their silent yet soulful conversation, as she gently pulled him down to kneeling in front of her. She leaned back, bracing her hands on the bed to keep herself inclined, before nodding down to her top, and whispering breathlessly, "Unbutton it." It took Ranma a second to register her request, and fingers that were made dexterious and accurate through years of training in the art clumbsily fumbled with the small round fasteners that held her top closed to him; blue satin curtains that remained shut to the stage and performace promised beyond. He fought down his fustration at his sudden incompotence, also growing embarrassed at his bumbling of such simple mechanics. Nabiki understood his nervousness, and tenderly took his hands in hers. She began assisting him by steadying his hands, and helped him move them down by each button, one by one. Slowly, bit by bit of her hidden skin became revealed by the slight spreading of her pajamma shirt. She arched her back slightly to assist the fabric's parting, displaying a hint of sapphire blue at an interval within creamy smooth skin. She then directed his slightly trembling hands to benieth the top, allowing him to come in contact with her ribs. She hissed at the way his fingertips brushed against her flesh, and shifted slightly and stifled a gasp at the ticklish sensation that only added to overall tactile experience. The gentle, but inexperienced touch driving her nerve synopses into a pleasant fervor that became an all encomposing heat. Ranma remained unsure of where to go next, choosing to rub his hands carefully against her sides. He looked up at her, as if asking what to do next. Nabiki did not need a verbal request to understand his silent inquery, "Take it off of me." Emboldened by her demand, the pigtailed young man moved his hands up past her chest, mentally diciplining himself in order not to become overanxious, and began to brush the garment from her body; allowing his calloused palms to carefully brush against the soft flesh that covered the firm, subtly defined muscle of her shoulders. Nabiki shrugged it off, causing it to pool onto the bed; the sleeves still encasing her wrists. She pulled her hands free of the entangling garment, rendering it no longer a consequence. Ranma was enraptured by the sight revealed before him. The sapphire blue bra she wore was simplistic, and almost utilitarian without lace or embroidered designs, if not for the exorbitant color and slight simmer it gave off. The skin of water had been an invigorating sight, but the light blue had now given away to a deeper blue; the quiet summer day water surface gave away to deeper, darker depths that yet still hid treasures within that were awaiting his exploration. The older woman had many other types of lingerie, a great deal of them being much raunchier or brazen then the tasteful set she was wearing. But, she knew that she it wouldn't be the best thing, since she already expected Ranma's inexperience. The last thing she wanted to do was intimidate him. The steady rise and fall caused by her breathing that grew heavier with each passing moment drew Ranma into its rhythm. Unconciously he reached out, before regaining a presence to pause. Nabiki had closed her eyes, awaiting his exploring hands upon her bosom, before sensing his hesitation. She looked down on him, nodding almost rapidly in permission and encouragement, saying without words that she trusted him, and wanted him to keep going. The pigtailed boy needed no further incitement, as he carefully, oh... so carefully brought the tip of his right hand against the outside of Nabiki's left breast. The tactile sense of the tightly and microscopic woven fabric almost grating pleasurably upon his fingers. Meserized, he slowly explored the fleshy mound without applying intentional pressure, while being careful to not come in contact with the half peek, the waxing moon of flesh that the undergarment didn't cover. It was infuriating in Ranma's unintentional tease, but Nabiki patiently allowed Ranma the first steps in the journey her body presented. A quiet hiss escaped through her teeth, as she found the almost non-existant pressure she felt through her bra enhanced to a maddening degree. Just as her own urges grew impossibly insistant, Ranma's touch found a fleshy, hardening protuberance growing behind the fabric. Nabiki sucked in tightly, having forgotten how it felt for someone else's hands to caress the immensely sensitive nub, and instincually brought her left hand up to trap Ranma's right against it. The pigtailed young man was shocked out of his trance, bringing his wide, startled eyes to look up to Nabiki's face in question to what had he done wrong. He didn't think he did something to displease her; he had enough experience with his own female form, both unintentional and expiramental, to know what might have felt good to the older woman. Yet, her sudden reaction quickly instilled doubt into his mind. Nabiki leaned forward, while still clasping Ranma's hand to her breast, and used her free arm to draw Ranma closer to her. The first kiss had been gentle and savory, like a French dish that exelled in a subtle plethora of flavors in a symphoy of taste, while the second was filled with a hunger and passion that was primal and demanding. The pigtailed young man could only yeild to the demands, as the older woman leaned back again, this time until her back rested against on the bed. Ranma was forced to fall along with her, quickly standing from his kneeling position, and using his left hand to steady his balance upon the bed. He felt Nabiki forcing the palm of his left hand to grind against her breast. allowing him to sense the seams in the bra, and the potrusion that stood atop of the pliable flesh. She would not allow him to break the kiss, and moved her right hand down to the small of his back, pulling him tighter against her with surprising strength, almost as if she were trying to pull him into merging with her, trying to absorb him. His full weight fell upon the woman, as he was finally forced to relenquish the support of his left arm. It collapsed as he gently let himself sink upon her, using the now free hand to grip onto her right shoulder. It was almost non-existant at first, before it grew, and grew until it demanded his attention. The gyrating sensation Nabiki had slowly built up into under him caused him to moan, and instinctually press himself tighter against her. The older woman relished Ranma's weight on top of her, giving a sensation of security. She felt lesser carnal sensations become appeased through the kiss and the rythmic sensation she had unconciously started against him. Her hand stroked his back lazily, indulging in the taunt skin and unyeilding muscles that lay beneith; taking into account every ridge, valley, and hill that her exploring hand discovered. Ranma suddenly felt Nabiki's foot drawing smoothly against his leg, and felt fustrated at the thin barrier his pants provided against her delicate touch. It was a similar thought that occured to Nabiki, as she rolled Ranma to the side, and then laid him flat on his back. She motioned him to scoot further onto the bed until only his calves and feet dangled from the edge. Straddling his waist, she tossed her head to the side to clear her view from a few lockes of her hair that had wandered out of place, before moving both her hands down to the frogs of Ranma's shirt. The young martial artist watched Nabiki's face, seeing her desperate deterination and concentration displayed for his eyes only. She was quick, suddenly forcing him to lean up so that she could remove his shirt and his undershirt completely. Tossing the away, she took her time to admire the youthful, yet developed and powerful masculine torso before her. It seemed utterly delicious to her, a vast banquet for an undiminishable appetite. It was then that she noticed Ranma's expression, too enrapt in his physiology to address his emotional state. He looked back up at her with a mixture still of urgency and want that was yet overshadowed by nervousness and... and insecurity? Nabiki didn't find it ludicrous in the least, intimately understanding of what he possibly was going through, too. She reached back behind herself, and unclasped her bra. She removed it carefully, almost laying it down beside them, and allowed Ranma to see, that his insecurity was not exclusive to him. Ranma looked up at Nabiki, recieving his very first view of her uncovered bounty; beautifully sized and formed, yet with a faint hint of the battle of age, regardless of how well she worked to contain her beauty. Maple colored areole stood out in both color and texture; the rigid but miniscule bumps a stark contrast from the smoothness surrounding them. And at the peaks, delectable nipples that beckoned him like a siren's call. He looked past them to Nabiki's face, shocked to find no longer the hungry, focused woman that he had been with for the last few minutes, but one that looked back at him with self-conciousness and vunerability. He couldn't understand, why would she be scared? He was the inexperienced one, and the closer they moved to the inevitable, the more knawing doubt grew within him. He was scared to let go, to just fully take her and take in all she offered, because he wanted to know that she enjoyed it too, he wanted to be sure that she wouldn't continue for his obligation, because he wanted to also express to her how much he loved her. "You're... you're beautiful," Ranma whispered, as his hand seemed to rise to grasp onto her waist on their own accord. The combination of the words and his touch threw a potent feeling through her, striking her being like a jolt of pleasant lightning. Ranma's hands drifted wanderingly up, before he was forced to lean forward in order to bring them higher. Instead, Nabiki placed a hand on his chest, urging him to remain down, and leaned towards him. Her breast now dangled before his view, providing him with a sight that overtook any other vision he had ever met in their beauty. Sunsets over the calm seas, grass covered in morning dew between valleys of snowpeaked mountains, fog enveloped bogs during a cloudy dawn... it all didn't compare to the woman over him. Eboldened by his new resolve, he reached up with both his hands, and began to stroke the undersides of the chest, allowing his palms to recieve full contact. At the sound of her throaty moan, he began to use more pressure, petting her breasts until he was aware of how heavy her breathing had suddenly become. Fighting control of herself, Nabiki pulled away, and slipped off the bed. She bent over Ranma, quickly undoing the tie to his pants. Ranma was startled by her ipulsiveness, when she then almost yanked them down his legs, along with his boxers, barely tolerating the time passed to remove them completely from his body. Nabiki's patience was growing finite, quickly pulling down her pants and kicking them away. As she leaned back up, she then hooked her thumbs into the sides of her sapphire blue panties. She kept her view on Ranma, watching his eyes follow the dipping her breasts made, as she demonstrated a taste of her flexability, folding nearly in half until the last vestial of clothing was removed from her body, and awarding him with an undiclosed view of what she was promising to him. Their third kiss was even more emotionally consuming than the previous; intoxicating, euphoric, and demanding of their very beings. Ranma was suddenly acutely aware of where one of Nabiki's hands wandered, as he felt her grasp onto him, and firmly wrapped her fingers around such a sensitive part of his anatomy. He groaned into the kiss, when she began slowly stroking him with her constricting grip. The foremost thing on her mind was to bring her head to his lap, and envelope him with her lips; tasting the warm, oddly pleasant sensation of him filling her mouth, but refrained. She enjoyed the taste of his mouth, lips, and tongue, and did not want to give that up just yet. She wasn't sure how accepting Ranma would be of her kisses, after she had had taken such an intimate part of him into her mouth. Sadly, she would have to wait until a later time. She laid on the side of him, still grasping onto his member with her left hand, as her right found its way to the crevice between her own legs. With practiced technique, she caressed herself, feeling the slight, almost sweaty feel so deeply between her thighs become even more moist. She tentatively dipped a finger into herself, burying it up to her second knuckle; she was almost ready. "Ranma..." That had been the first word either of them had said in minutes, and Ranma could hear, almost see the intense urgency in her voice, making his name sound like a plea for some sort of release. She didn't have to say anything further, as she once again moved to stradle him. Ranma held his breath, anticipating a miracle, but not knowing what would truly be following next. In support of himself as much as Nabiki, he grabbed onto her hips, looking up at her with an almost scared look. Still holding onto him with her left hand, Nabiki positioned Ranma. Favoring the young man with a soulful, elated smile, Nabiki lowered herself. Quite simply, Ranma was driven out of his mind. It was almost painful in its intensity, nothing... just NOTHING comparing to the feeling, as Nabiki invited him into her body, moving oh so slowly that time had practically frozen for the both of them. Her breath was completely expelled from her lungs, as an old, so sorely missed sensation of a man entering her was made anew to her. There was just nothing that compareded, no artifical means that could replicate the feel of the ridged warmth that added to the inferno within her, like a shaft of blue flame thrust into a furnace. Nabiki collapsed onto Ranma, savoring the feel of his initial entry, resting her head against the side of his face. Ranma moved his hands up to hold onto her ribs, and after no activity for several moments, Ranma hesitantly spoke, "Nabiki, are you okay?" He felt her nod, before she shifted. Bringing her face only an inch from Ranma, she began the sensual, carnal dance between them. Ranma couldn't see how Nabiki's eyes were screwed shut, as she attempted to realize every slight feel, every iota of sensation that they created within her, because he was doing the same thing. His breath was even more ragged than hers, as the air they exhaled intermingled in the narrow space between their mouths, and they inhaled the same passage of air that passed between them. Ranma didn't even realize he fell into rhythm, following the steady tempo Nabiki set, allowing her to be the teacher and he the student in the mutual experience. He became aware of the musk that had grown around him, far from unpleasant, as it only heightened the sensory experience. The feel of Nabiki 's weight atop of him and the tight, glove-like pressure of her insides around him, the smell of her femeninity radiating from her like an aura, the sound of her breathing in a scaccato pattern that was dictated by the building of pleasant pressure within her, the taste of her flavor as she unconciously captured his mouth again, their tongues dueling in the same pace as the joining of their sexes, and as she pulled away... the sight of her... Oh gods, Ranma couldn't help but not know anything else but the expression on her face at that moment. The unabandoned pleasure molded her facade into a breathless, glorious imagery that told him that she was experiencing almost overwhelming pleasure because of him. Ranma vowed to himself that he would give anything, ANYTHING... to see that expression on Nabiki's face. He was soon aware of the constricting, infinitely pleasurable feeling that was building from their movement. It was familiar, but not in such an intensity. He no longer became capable of control, as he desired... no... NEEDED to bring the sensation to its zenith. Nabiki felt the young man under her increase the pace, and yeilded control to him. She relaxed onto him, almost becoming limp, while her knees rested against the sides of his ribs, allowing him leverage to rise to meet her. His steady harried pace coupled with his forcefulness drove Nabiki to weakness, whimpering and pleading her need to him audibly. She completely abandoned her own thoughts, only knowing the deep urge and the budding star of pleasure that would soon erupt in astronomical proportions. Suddenly, she felt a warm explosion, feeling a stream of heat surge between her already juice-soaked thighs. Their fluids intermingling within her a testimony to what they shared, as they climaxed together; Ranma's eruption pulling Nabiki with him. Nabiki's eyes fluttered open, realizing that she had momentarily blacked out. Suprising the intensity they had together reached that she never before discovered with any other man. She didn't know what made it so powerful, but deep down knew that only Ranma was capable of driving such potency within her. Slowly and lethergically, she lifted her head from where it had fallen to the side by Ranma's, and found him staring at her with concern that had only recently began to cover the mindblowing stupor he had fallen into. Not even allowing him to pull himself from within her, Nabiki captured a fifth kiss from him, this final one tender, thankful, and loving. It never went farther than their lips, but it meant no less than any of what they shared that night. If anything, it meant more, far more, because it erased any iota of doubt Nabiki had felt for Ranma. With that kiss, she knew there was nothing that she wanted in this world if it didn't include the boy... the man she now understood she loved unconditionally. Finally surrendering to the weariness of her body, Nabiki reluctantly removed herself from atop of Ranma, laying beside him and keeping as close against him as their forms would allow. "W...wow... just... wow..." was all Ranma could say. Nabiki enjoyed the warm afterglow that infused her, and almost steadfastly refused to abate. She hugged his waist against herself, resting her head on his shoulder, "Thank you, Ranma." The pigtailed young man turned to look at the woman, forcing as close to an incredulous expression as he could, "You're thanking me?" Nabiki chuckled, causing a stir, a ghost of the feeling of what they had experienced within Ranma, "Ranma, this is something that I.. I guess I more than just wanted." She looked into his eyes, finding the satisfaction laden within the, "I needed this from you, more than you realize." Ranma gulped, and nodded, finding her face, lightly dotted with persperation and flushed from their previous exertions, her hair mussed and falling out of shape against the bed, all completed with her contented smile far too beautiful. "I'm glad your happy. If there was anything that I care about now, it's that you're happy." They both fell into a comfortable silence; Nabiki contemplating the profound meaning in their relationship, as Ranma mused on the signifigance of what the shared, and both finding the conception of their respective thoughts almost too overwhelming. The pigtailed young man focused back on Nabiki, drawing her attention, "Uh... Nabiki?" "Yes hon?" Her voice sounded drowsy, which made Ranma nervous. "Um..." Nabiki blinked, feeling him stir against her, before she grinned. That was one definite perk of being involved with a much younger man. Chuckling, Nabiki pulled Ranma into a kiss, rolling him on top of her. It wasn't long, before her mouth opened into a wordless, euphoric scream, as Ranma penatrated her again.