{These characters are not property of me. I would never attempt to claim them as my own. This story may not be used without my permission, and may not be used to make money in any way, shape or form. Characters and certain situations were created by Rumiko Takahashi, so don't try any funny stuff!}
by Lara Bartram
{based on situations by Richard Lawson}
Nabiki looked in the mirror and straightened her dress. That shifted the right strap too much. She pulled on it, trying to even it out. That naturally shifted the other strap too much. God, she hadn't been on a date in years, and never one where she felt so much...
She was going on a "date" with Kuno Tatewaki and was feeling pressure? What was wrong with her?
Regaining her cool, Nabiki rationalized to herself that this was not a date. This was just a... reunion dinner. They hadn't seen each other, hadn't talked to each other in a long time. They would have a chance to catch up on things, and Nabiki would have a chance to see what had changed in Kuno Tatewaki.
It was one day she wished Akane was around to get her opinion. Damn it, she was doing it again. She didn't need anyone's opinion about how she looked. She looked more than good enough to be seen with Kuno Tatewaki; Tendo Nabiki looked good enough to be seen with any man, no matter what his stature.
Finally declaring herself good enough (though not perfect, damn it), Nabiki gathered her black blazer and purse, slipped on her shoes and prepared to leave her house. With her hand on the doorknob, she stopped and took a deep breath.
Why was she doing this? It wasn't necessary. She had already proven that she was capable of surviving without a man, against all typical Japanese pre-formed ideas. Tendo Nabiki did not need a boyfriend.
Damn. She wasn't looking for a boyfriend; she was only catching up with Tatewaki. No matter what Ranma or Kyoko thought, she was most definitely not in love.
With her purpose cemented firmly in her mind, Nabiki opened the door and stepped out into the night.
***
"Very nice," Nabiki commented as Tatewaki pushed her chair in for her.
"Indeed." Tatewaki took his seat across from Nabiki and looked at her. He had gone back to using the same tone with her he had used at the picnic, though not quite as cold.
Nabiki thought it rather matched his black three-piece suit and red silk tie.
"It seems you've done rather well with your 'hobby'. When did you start your company?" Nabiki asked. She avoided making excessive eye contact for the time by watching the waiter pour the wine for Tatewaki to taste.
Tatewaki tasted the wine for a moment, then nodded. The waiter proceeded to fill both their glasses, then left them alone. "I must admit," Tatewaki said, "that I am still confused as to why..."
Nabiki was waving her hand, dismissing his question. "Tatewaki, let's not get into that. I just want to... catch up on things."
Tatewaki seemed to understand and dropped the subject. He sipped his wine before speaking. "After graduating..."
*** ***
"I had a good time this evening," Nabiki said, standing at her door. Tatewaki was standing in front of her, his eyes softer than when the evening had started.
"As did I."
"Thanks for seeing me home," Nabiki said, unsure of what to do now.
"It was my pleasure." Tatewaki was feeling the same thing. Nabiki, standing in her doorway, seemed to be hesitating about something. "I shall take my leave now."
Nabiki nodded. There was something else he wanted to say, she could tell that much. He hadn't made any move to leave back down the walk either. Shivering in the air a little, Nabiki couldn't believe the words that were flowing from her mouth. "Would you like to come in for some tea?"
He looked a bit surprised, even startled by the offer, but nodded his head. "I would like that."
Nabiki stood aside to allow Tatewaki to enter. He walked by her slowly into the darkness of her house. "You have done very well for yourself," he said, looking at her large, spacious home.
Nabiki came inside, shutting the door and removing her shoes. "Well, I need my space," she replied, shrugging.
Not bothering to turn on the lights, Nabiki walked through the house to the kitchen, where she started some tea. Turning on a small light over the breakfast table, she offered a chair to Tatewaki. Nabiki leaned against the counter as the water heated up, and the two looked appraisingly at each other.
The two broke apart, breathing heavily, their arms still around each other. "Never married, eh? I'd never know by that," Nabiki said, grinning up at him.
Tatewaki didn't say anything, finding himself far too overcome by his boiling emotions.
Nabiki swallowed, getting her breath back. She didn't want a boyfriend, but she could deal with having a purely physical relationship between two consenting adults. She leaned up and gave Tatewaki several quick kisses on the lips. "Here," she said quietly, taking his hand and walking toward the stairs.
Tatewaki followed her, his hand in hers as they went up the stairs. He wasn't sure this was such a good idea, but he didn't feel like fighting the feelings that were churning in him.
Nabiki walked down the short hall to the door that led to her bedroom at the end. It opened silently under her touch, revealing the room she had shared with another at one point in time. What was comfortable for two people was now large for the single woman.
Nabiki could feel Tatewaki's hand get a little sweaty, and smiled to herself. Once they were both in the bedroom, Nabiki closed the door and moved to the middle of the room. The moon bathed the room in pale light through the window as Nabiki removed her blazer.
Tatewaki watched her toss the blazer gently aside and began to remove his suit jacket. As he did that, Nabiki started removing her jewelry, an assortment of gold and diamonds, and setting them on her dresser. Tatewaki couldn't help but ask once his jacket was off, "Are you sure?"
Nabiki smiled at him and put her arm around his waist. "Tatewaki," she said, her other hand loosening his tie for him, "you've never been married." Tie sufficiently loosened, she began unbuttoning his shirt. "Are you still a virgin?" she asked.
His blush was the only answer she needed. She slipped the tie off over his head and tossed it away, then started undoing his belt. "Tatewaki, do you want me to make you a man?" she asked, a sly smile on her face.
Tatewaki nodded reluctantly, and had to keep himself from jerking away when Nabiki began to undo his pants. He hadn't ever quite felt the same way he was at the moment, and it was almost painful in its intensity.
"I'd like to do that. I'd like to show you, teach you..." Nabiki whispered, then stepped back.
Tatewaki picked up where she left off in removing his clothing. He struggled to unbutton his shirt cuffs as Nabiki reached behind her and undid her dress in the back.
The dress had been modest enough to allow her to wear a regular bra, but it showed off the proper amount of neck and shoulder, combined with being just short enough to show a good amount of leg, to tease. Nabiki pulled one arm out of the dress and let it hang loosely off her.
It had been a long time since she had bothered to undress this way for anyone, and she found she was rather enjoying it. Her smile increased in size when she saw that Tatewaki had finally managed to get his shirt off. Slowly she pulled her other arm out of her dress and let it hang on her for a moment.
Shortly remembering who she was facing and his... delicate condition, Nabiki decided to go easy on Tatewaki and pushed the dress down so that it clung around her waist.
Tatewaki had been about to lower his pants when Nabiki's near naked torso was revealed to him. His whole body seemed to just stop functioning as his eyes took in the view.
Nabiki noted his sudden inaction. "What's wrong, Tatewaki? Don't you like what you see?" she asked, modeling for him a little.
Tatewaki nodded and let his pants fall to the floor around his ankles. He wanted to tell her how badly he wanted her, how desperate he was to feel her against him...
Nabiki pushed her dress down past her hips and let it drop to the floor as Tatewaki stepped out of his pants toward her. She wagged her finger at him and said, "Ah ah ah. We're not done yet. You first," she said, and her finger pointed down to the business-like boxers he was wearing.
Tatewaki groaned and hooked his fingers into the waistband of the shorts, then pushed them down slowly. He had to do it slowly, carefully controlling himself as he went, concentrating on the descent of his shorts. That also stopped him from thinking about the fact that he was about to be naked in front of Tendo Nabiki.
And what was almost too quick for him, his shorts were down and he was kicking them back behind him, where his pants were. Of course, at that point he was basically lost. So far, he had followed Nabiki's directions and he figured it might be best to do the same now.
Nabiki looked him over. No, he wasn't bad at all, and he most definitely wasn't shy. Smiling slightly, her eyes half-lidded, Nabiki beckoned Tatewaki forward with her finger. As he approached her, she turned her back to him. "You can do the honors," she said huskily.
Tatewaki put his hands on Nabiki's shoulders gingerly, as if he was afraid of being injured by her skin, then ran them slowly down her back. His hands stopped on her bra and he worked to unhook it. The two halfs pulled apart, exposing a flawless expanse of Nabiki's bare back.
Swirling his fingertips over her back, Tatewaki moved his hands up to her shoulders and pushed one of the bra straps off. He pushed the strap down Nabiki's arm as she maneuvered her arm to allow the strap to be slipped past her hand.
Tatewaki stared intently at the back of Nabiki's neck as he trailed his fingers up and down her arm while he pushed the other strap off her shoulder. He leaned forward and gently kissed the back of Nabiki's neck as he worked the other strap down.
Nabiki let the bra drop to the floor as Tatewaki continued to caress her and kiss her neck. Upping the stakes of the encounter, Tatewaki stepped forward so their two bodies touched. Reaching around with one arm, he tentatively touched Nabiki's breast and teased the already firm nipple.
Nabiki squirmed luxuriously against him, soaking up the attention. It had definitely been too long for her. Wanting to hurry things along, she reached up and took hold of the hand that was still moving up and down her arm. Nabiki pulled it down so Tatewaki's fingers were on her panties. "Don't stop now, Tatewaki. Don't stop..."
Tatewaki squeezed her breast once before moving his hand to her panties, and pushed them down, breathing heavily on Nabiki's neck. He began to squat down, running his mouth over her back and taking her panties down.
Sighing from the pleasant sensations, Nabiki stepped out of her undergarments for Tatewaki, though he didn't move around to face her, preferring to stay at her back. He put his arms around her and squeezed, kissing her ear as he pressed his body fully against hers.
The blood pounding through his skull was almost too much for him. His heart was beating faster than it ever had and his breathing was very shallow. Tatewaki thought he might pass out. Nabiki rescued him in a way at that point.
"I think it's time for things to go a little farther," she said, moving the both of them toward the bed. "We'll have a good time with none of the responsibility..." None of the hangups, none of the emotional investment, none of the problems that had plagued her ill-fated marriage.
Tatewaki nodded again, somewhat hesitantly.
Once they were standing at the bedside Nabiki said, "Lay down, Tatewaki."
He released her and did so, laying spread eagle in the middle of the bed. Looking at her, seeing the things he had missed by standing behind her, the pounding of his heart increased. Nabiki looked nothing like that other woman, the woman that had laughed at him during his one abortive attempt at sex eight years ago. She had found nothing funnier than a 25 year old virgin, and that had been the last he had seen of her thankfully.
But that memory was not for now, not for this place. Nabiki didn't love him, but he didn't love her. They were scarcely even friends, though it appeared that things might progress beyond that even without the sex. But things had progressed considerably at dinner and over tea earlier.
"Maa... Tatewaki, you're so tense," Nabiki said, running her hands over his legs. "You need to relax more." She dug her fingers into his thigh, expertly massaging it. "If you're too tense, it won't be as good."
Tatewaki watched her get on the bed on her knees and continue the massage from a more advantageous position... for him. "I've never done this before," he said haltingly. His erect penis twitched in expectant agreement.
That got a chuckle from Nabiki. "True, but it's my responsibility to make sure you don't lose interest. So just let yourself relax and enjoy it." She stopped and looked at him. "You are enjoying this, right?"
Tatewaki nodded enthusiastically. There weren't words to describe just how much he was enjoying it, and he hadn't even really done anything... yet. He hoped.
Nabiki got on the bed and crawled over him, straddling his body as she sat on his stomach. Leaning down, she kissed him deeply, feeling him return it with enthusiasm, reaching up to grasp her hips.
She made a sound of approval through the kiss. He was appropriately enthusiastic, yet restrained, never a word she thought she'd describe Tatewaki with.
Instead of proceeding directly to the deed, Nabiki took her time, exploring his entire mouth, to see how much he would reciprocate, how interested he really was. To see if he wanted to fuck as desperately as she did all of a sudden...
Their kissing intensified, her hands kneading his pectorals, frequently stroking and pinching his nipples. Tatewaki's hands moved lightly up and down her back, feeling so... horny he didn't even know what to do.
It was when Nabiki broke their kiss that he knew what to do. Gripping her hips again, Tatewaki sat up and rolled over so Nabiki was underneath him. She made a small sound of surprise, then began giggling. "I didn't know it was possible for you to giggle like that," he said quietly, staring in her eyes.
"You don't know a lot of things about me," was her only reply.
"Indeed." Instead of saying more, he leaned down to kiss her again, hoping she would guide him to what came next.
Nabiki put her arms around him and let her hands rest on his back. After a few more seconds of kissing, she pressed down on him until Tatewaki laid flat on top of her. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" she whispered to him, breaking the kiss and nibbling on his ear.
"I'm not a child. I've never been more ready," he answered.
"I can see you're not a child... and that you're ready." Reaching down between them, Nabiki took hold of him and adjusted herself so they were in proper position in relation to each other. "Now, go slow."
"Slow? Are you expecting this to hurt?"
"No, I just thought you'd enjoy it more if you could actually feel what you were doing."
Tatewaki swallowed. Yeah, that would be better. He moved his hips forward as Nabiki guided him. The wet, hot sensation of her sex before he was even inside her was almost enough to set him off. And when he pushed his head inside her, his fingers convulsively clutched at the sheet.
"Relax, Tatewaki. Keep going; it only gets better."
Shuddering, he pushed himself deeper, trying to hang on to the feeling of glorious heat and pressure. He didn't ever want to lose it. He immersed himself fully in Nabiki and held that position, savoring it the way it was meant to be.
Slowly, almost unwillingly, he pulled back, Nabiki arching her hips to follow him, until he couldn't stand it and thrust forward again.
It was so slow, it was torturous in a heart-stoppingly fabulous way. Nabiki made a quiet hissing sound beneath him as he lowered his weight onto her. Shuddering briefly, he couldn't stop himself and abruptly began thrusting repeatedly, rapidly.
Nabiki lay back, not even attempting to match his thrusts. He was far too... enthusiastic for her to keep up with in her current position, so she simply put her hands on his arms and hooked her legs around him loosely. She closed her eyes and just let things happen.
It wasn't that she wasn't enjoying it. The hard, desperate movements Tatewaki was using had their own appeal, forcing the breath from her lungs, forcibly moving her body...
Yes, what he lacked in technique, he made up for in enthusiasm and... well, that wasn't important. After all, it's how you *use* it.
Suddenly, he pulled out of her grasp, breaking the hold her legs had on him. He collapsed on the bed by her feet, rolling into the fetal position, panting.
Nabiki opened her eyes and looked at him, blinking a little. "What's wrong?" she asked.
Tatewaki only shook his head, keeping in his current position.
Sitting up in the bed, Nabiki looked down at him, utterly confused. She hoped it hadn't been that awful of an experience for him. That was quite a way to crush someone's ego, especially when she had been enjoying it. "What's wrong, Tatewaki?" she asked again.
Uncurling his body, Tatewaki sat up slowly. "I think I made a mess on your bed."
Nabiki looked down, and sure enough, there was a stain on the sheets. Her eyes tracked up slowly and saw that he also had some on his stomach as well. She couldn't help herself and chuckled a little. "You didn't have to do that."
Tatewaki looked somewhat embarrassed, but also had that post-coital daze about him. He shook his head slightly. "I... I did. I was concerned with the consequences if I did not."
Quietly, almost unheard, Nabiki said, "I wouldn't have minded." Unmindful of the mess, she pulled the sheet up and settled in the bed, still looking at Tatewaki.
Assuming the space she had left next her in the bed and on the pillow was for him, Tatewaki joined her under the sheet and tried to make sense of what she had just said. Indeed, if she had even said it at all.
Nabiki rolled suddenly to her side to face him. "Before we... started, I thought this was just a way to blow off some steam. I thought this would be a way to get just what I wanted without the rest of the trouble..."
Tatewaki looked at her, his face still serious and somewhat thoughtful.
Nabiki managed to not laugh when she saw what a mess his hair was and ended up smiling softly at him instead. "I almost did it again. I wanted to. I wanted to use you to get what I wanted, but..."
"But?" There was a part of him that couldn't help but be offended. She had even admitted to his face that she had planned on using him. But.
She shrugged. "I don't know. I guess... I guess it just occurred to me that maybe it wouldn't be so bad. It wouldn't be so bad to try again." She laughed a little. "I'm not going to look like this forever, you know."
Tatewaki looked at her, maybe a little closer than he had before. "You have aged remarkably well," he commented quietly.
"You haven't done so badly yourself," Nabiki answered and touched his cheek gently.
They stayed that way for a few moments, neither ruining the silence by speaking.
"Aye," Tatewaki said finally. "There is no shame in trying again." He settled his head on the pillow, keeping his gaze on Nabiki's face.
Nodding gently, Nabiki did the same and brought her hand up to run through his hair.
"The only shame would be in not taking the chance."