Ryouga tried not to look back as he walked down the hill, blinded by the sunset that sparked pink and orange fires on the clouds before him.  He sighed, not wanting to know what was occurring behind him, be it cute or just a little bit naughty.  Or both. At the bottom of the knoll, a small picnic spread was covering the wet grass, protecting the few atop the blanket from the watery expanses of green.  He sat down next to Ukyou, across from Shampoo, Cologne and Genma, and immediately hopped on the economy-thermos of sake.

He tried to ignore the silence but it was starting to grate on him, the quiet among the group on the blanket letting the words from above float down to them.  He looked around and saw that it was causing Ranma's two former suitresses  much more irritation than it caused him.  And he wasn't nearly as plastered as those two.  He was pulled from his drunken evaluation to turn back and yell up the hill to Ranma -- amazingly, he - no, she, no, he, no, um. . . whatever it was, was still saying really, really stupid things.  For a moment, Ryouga was sure Akane was going to slap him but it was a no-go -- instead, Ryouga's stomach flip-flopped when he saw the two embrace and kiss, snuggling up to each other like it was some fairy-tale ending.

Now Ryouga was a man, you know?  But despite the fact that it was two girls, there was something about it being Ranma and Akane that made him want to vomit. Hard.  "Maybe I need a long vacation," he mumbled, putting back a few more ounces of rice wine.

"Can I come with?" He barely heard her, but Ukyou nudged him while asking, a soft smile on her face.  "I can read you like a book, sugar, you're going to go crazy if you stick around too long."

"I can handle it," Ryouga mumbled, pouring a fresh glass.  "If it wasn't meant to be, whatever.  Things happen.  For what it's worth, it's enough that I don't change into a pig anymore."

"I'll bet."

He snorted, drinking again.  He took a big swallow when he felt a hand rest on his knee.  Looking up again, seeing that Shampoo had passed out a long time ago, he connected with Ukyou's gaze.  "Wh-what now?"

"Look, sugar, you can't fool me.  If I need to get away, you need to get away."

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, more curious than snarly.

"It means that everyone knows how much you loved Akane and frankly, it made what I felt about Ranma a speck." Ryouga snorted again.

"'Felt,' huh?"

"We all have to give up sooner or later.  Somehow, this feels like the right time." Her hand slid down his thigh a bit, but Ryouga did not flinch.  "You know you'll have to."

A squeal from atop the hill him caused them both to turn, quickly looking away in both shock and disgust.  Akane never seemed like the type to do that.  Ukyou felt Ryouga stand and watched him pull his pack on.

"I'm going back to that hotel.  Tomorrow, I'm out of here."

"Where are you going to go?" Ukyou asked as she scratched her head.

He stopped and glanced back, giving her a faint grin.  "Where are you going to go?"

--
 

Ryouga sat on his bed, knowing well enough that the rest of the posse would probably find their way here as well.  It was always faster on the walk down.  Actually, as he glanced at a timepiece, noticing that it read two in the morning, it was more likely that they'd camp on the mountain again.  He gave a genuine smile to no one in particular.  "All to myself.  I'll never have to see them again." He suddenly frowned.  "Well, not for a while, at least. . . I can't just deny a friendship like that. . ." He punched a hole through the middle of the bed, grunting.  "Damnit."

He rolled back to lie down, staring up to the ceiling. "No. . . I can't just leave Akane behind. . . or that stupid redhead, either, I guess." He reached up to rub his eyes, ignoring the ache in his legs. They felt rubbery and any tweak caused them to flare with a dull pain. He had run pretty far and pretty fast. He closed his eyes, listening to the crickets outside - soundproofing was a dream for this building. That's another reason he was glad that he had poured on the speed. If the two betrothed were to arrive, he feared his having a front row to the action. Remember, he's a guy. What he actually feared most was that he might enjoy listening to the sounds of his best friend being taken by his worst enemy. Or the other way around. He punched himself in the jaw.

"Knock it off!!" He felt his bones snap back into place before he sighed again, feeling like parts of his body were straight off melting into the mattress. "How could I be so stupid. . ." he muttered, letting his head drop to the side. "Like I didn't know it would happen. . . Why did I come here? How worth it is it to be a man if I can't share that with anyone?" His eye popped open. "Maybe I can kidnap Aka-no! No," he muttered excitedly, sitting up, holding his head. "Musn't ever hurt her. . .maybe Ranma!" His face broke into a crooked grin before he nearly screamed, jumping to his feet to stumble toward the wall.

"You want to fuck your worst enemy?"

Looking to the door, he paled. "Ukyou. . ."

She smiled, swinging a bottle and a set of keys at her side. "I guess this isn't my room. I suppose all the keys work all the doors." Ryouga snorted, beginning to walk toward her.

"Get out. You breathe a word and you'll wish you had stayed on the mountain with those two. . . two. . . lezbos." Ukyou grinned.

"Rage, sugar, rage. . . but I don't think I would. Mainly because they're down here with us." Paling again, Hibiki ran up and brushed her to the left side, staring out into the hall in just enough time to see Ranma and Akane disappear, giggling, into the next room.

"Sweet son of a bitch. . ."

Ryouga covered his ears, staring at the wall. "This cannot be happening. . ." He stumbled back and plopped onto his bed, shaking his head, losing his focus from time to time as the floor and furniture blended into a brown blur. He heard Ukyou approach, taking a seat next to him. He wasn't even sure if the door had been shut. "Get out," he said again.

Retracting the hand she was about to place on his shoulder, she resigned to placing it in her lap with the half-full bottle. ". . . Do I have to?"

". . ."

"Look, Ryouga. . ." she sighed, handing him the sake, "I really don't wanna be alone. Can't I just sleep in here?"

"Are you kidding me? How can I want to be alone and you want company? Aren't you going crazy?" She snorted, snatching the bottle back from his hands as he was taking a swig.

"Duh, I'm a girl. Yes, knowing that they're finally together is driving me nuts. . . I just don't want to be lonely. . ." It was Ryouga's time to scoff.

"Whatever. Frankly, I want to die."

"Me too. . . but not alone." He gave her an odd glance but maintained his resolve.

"N-no. . . forget it. It'll be better if we just have time to think." Well, he sorta maintained it.

She looked at him plainly, cradling her drink in her hands. She jingled her keys and casually pawed at his shoulder. "I don't want to think." Ryouga cringed as something broke on the other side of the wall.

"Let's go to your room. I'd rather kick you out when I can concentrate."

      Closing the door behind him, Ryouga reveled in that the sounds of teenage giggling were thrice-fold muted and that was just fine with him. He looked around at the room, a little perplexed to find that it was a double, unlike his single. Before he could ask, Ukyou turned on a lamp and asked him to hit the switch on the wall. He did so, causing a yellow ambience to take the place of the heavy fluorescence. "This was all they had left. . . Genma and Cologne really got the shaft. They're sleeping in the lounge. I'm pretty sure they'll get kicked out. . ." She smiled softly. "Of course, now they can have your room."

"Hey, I'm not staying here. It's not my job to baby you."

Looking hurt, she reclined on the far bed, shutting her tired lids. "Just sleep, P-Chan." Narrowing his eyes, he hesitantly bedded down, turning away from her. "Good boy."

"Just leave me alone."

She was quiet for a moment, but then sat up to look at him. "Why are you so keen on being alone?"

"Because my problems are my problems."

"But. . . it's not like it's your fault. . ."

"That's not the point," he muttered, remaining still. "All I've fought for I was destined to lose."

". . . Didn't you fall in love with her because she kissed you as P-Chan?" He didn't respond as she got to her feet.

"I'm such a loser. . ." She frowned, looking down on his curling frame. "Why did I keep trying? I knew it was useless but I didn't want to believe it." Ukyou sighed, sitting down behind him.

"I know. . . I was just stalling the inevitable. Somehow, even when he badmouthed her, I could see in his eyes exactly how much of it he meant." She watched him breathe, slightly labored and trying to hide a very unmanly action. Though, he pushed it away and turned on his back to give her a reassuring grin.

"So where are you going to go?"

She laughed. "Where can I go without needing to set up a new business? I'm stuck here." She wiped at her eyes, reaching over to the table to up her alcoholic quotient by one gulp. "You?"

He reached up for the bottle but she pulled it back, turning it over to reveal that it was empty. His hand wilted as he looked away. "I don't know. . . Somewhere. For just a little while. . ." He looked back up to see that she could no longer stop her tears, wiping at them with a fruitless effort. "Ukyou?"

"I can't go to him anymore, Ryouga. . .he was my best friend and now he's a fucking she-I don't know how to talk to girls, damnit!!" She huffed, dropping the bottle on the mattress as she hugged herself. Giving up a slight moan, she looked away from her other pal. "Don't go anywhere, okay? Just stay around until I'm all right?"

He sat up to hug her, sighing resignedly. ". . . Fine. . . I'll spend the night-" She lurched slightly, grasping at his back.

"No! No. . . I mean. . . for a while. With me - at my home." She pulled him away, sniffing. "If I'm alone, all I'll do it think about them until I do die. I can't be alone. . ." His eyes opened wide as he held her out at arms distance now. Her lip quivered. "Please?"

"You are really drunk. . ."

She forced herself against him again and sighed. "So are you."

". . . I'll do it."

She was quiet, pushing him down to the bed. Curling up next to him, her sniffles subsided as she fell into a miserably comfortable sleep. He tentatively wrapped his arms around her again after clicking off the light, let his head sink into the pillow as a dreary, wonderful slumber began to take him under as well.

Huh. . . she smells nice. . .

--
 

Yawning, a redhead on the Tendo side of town opened her tired eyes, seeing white filter in through the window at her left. It was bright, allowing her to see very little, except for a few stuffed animals here and there. She stretched, her little hand bumping into a head that she always somehow forgot was right next to her. Ranma turned on her side to watch as Akane was forced to wake, giving her an almost undeserved kick in the leg. Hissing, Ranma hopped out of Akane's bed, her long nightshirt revealing to any onlookers the kind of underwear she wore these days.  Lacy. "Damnit! Not so hard!" She looked down to tender a growing bruise, the last two months of this activity killing her blood vessels. "Maybe you should spoon."

Lazily, Akane turned over and went back to bed. Growling, slightly, Ranma stuck out her tongue. "Kind'of'a tomboy doesn't like the outside?" She rubbed her leg a little before picking up three-day-old pants, tugging them on carelessly, catching the back half of her shirt in the waist. She moved on, opening the door and heading downstairs to eat, scratching callously at her butt. "Nn. . . too early," she mumbled, walking to the bathroom to give herself a splash. She filled her hands with hot water after turning on the faucet and propelled the liquid to her face, getting a burning jolt that instantly pulled her into the living world.  After wiping her eyes, she toweled off and went downstairs, pawing at her aching chest.

"Nn. . . too heavy. . ." She jerked suddenly, unable to move when two arms wrapped around her waist and tugged her through a doorway.  "Eh?"

Akane yawned, covering her mouth half-heartedly as she kissed her girlfriend on the cheek.  "You know, get used to them because I'm starting to."

Ranma grinned a little, showing some teeth.  "Does this mean we can do it, now?"

Immediately, Akane gave her a light slap.  That, too, was becoming traditional.  "Jeeze, Ranma, what is wrong with you?  I thought that I was a tomboy but ever since we came clean and ever since we kissed, you've been after me for a romp!" She huffed, leaning on the doorframe.  "We still need time, so slow down."

"I was just kidding!"

"No you weren't. . ."

"I. . . I know. . ." She looked away, a little hurt.  Usually, Akane just called her a pervert -- she didn't normally go on to tell her that she was practically a moron, too.  "I'm just excited, or something." She linked her fingers together and, rocking on her toes, bowed her head.  "I'm sorry." Sighing, Akane rubbed her hand on the back of the shorter one's head.

"It's okay. . . Look, let's just go out for some breakfast, huh?" She suddenly grabbed Ranma's hair and yanked her head up, causing her to yelp and dance around, batting at her hand.

"LEGGO, LEGGO, LEGGO!  OWOWOW!!" She was silence when Akane rendered her straight, face to face.

"Besides," she said, grinning slightly, "isn't it enough that we do this?" She pulled her close and sealed their lips, immediately dropping her jaw open to slip her tongue forward.  Ranma practically liquefied but Akane stopped it before she got too hot under the collar.  "Or that I let you touch my chest and that I touch yours?" To articulate, she gave her friend's nipple a harsh pinch.  Ranma clenched her teeth, murmuring.  "Don't you dare forget that when I set my designs on you, you were still a boy. So your being a girl for the better part of your days give me the fair right of way.  Right?"

Desperately, Ranma shook her head. "No." Akane pulled harder.  "YES!"

Akane sighed slightly and let her go, causing her to back up a little.  "I'm sorry, Ranma. . . I'm still getting used to it." Incredulously, Ranma glanced at her. That last nipple pinch didn't seem so forced. "I mean, it took us at least three weeks before. . . before it was fine for you to see me naked. . ." Ranma blushed.  "And strangely enough, longer before I could see you." Ranma shrank a little, but lifted her head to look at her, frowning a bit.

"I'm sure you didn't mind the wait."

Snorting, Akane straightened.  "With that attitude, maybe I didn't.  Maybe I can wait a lot longer to let you do me."

"Let me?!" Ranma laughed, resting her hands on her hips.  "You think you could stop me if I wanted to just take it?" Akane narrowed her eyes and crack her knuckles.

"Yes." She dropped into a block as Ranma suddenly jumped forward, growling.  She flattened her hands above her head and guided Ranma over, grinning up to her.  "Nice try!"

"Just getting warmed up!" She kicked her legs up and quickly pushed off Akane's hands, locking her knees around the top of the doorframe.  She then let herself drop and before Akane knew it, trapped the raven-haired girl below her.  She flipped around, shoving Akane to her back, grabbing her hands to push them above her head.  "See?"

Akane said nothing, but gasped a bit when Ranma's other hand fell upon her chest.  "Now listen to me," Ranma hissed, smiling wickedly, "girl as I may be, I'm still pretty horny. . . if we don't do it soon, Akane. . . I'll go cr--" Akane stopped her with a kiss.  "Mph?"

"I love you, Ranma."

The redhead froze, her mouth dropping open a bit before her entire body turned bright red.  "Damnit!" she squeaked, crawling backward to sit on her bum.  "You can't keep doing that to me!"

Akane chuckled, climbing to her feet.  "Let's see. . . that's forty-nine 'I'll screw you right now's that I've defeated.  You must be getting desperate!" Ranma nodded slightly as her partner knelt down, giving her another kiss to mollify those hurt feelings.  "Just slow down, Ranma, don't feel that you have to rush anything." She sat down across from her, smiling even wider.  "Do you think that I'll get tired of you?  Or that because you're a girl we're somehow less likely to stay together?  Is that why you want to make love so soon?"

Ranma sucked her teeth but looked away, pawing at the ground.  "Yeah, I guess.  A little. . ."

"That's really dumb."

"You are!"

"That's a fine outlook.  Maybe I should leave you." Still, she smiled.  "But then I think I'd be pretty sad." She bapped Ranma on the nose and disappeared back into her room to get dressed.  "C'mon, I'll race you to Ucchan's.  We haven't been there in a while."

Ranma stood, their other morning ritual now complete.  "Ucchan's?  You sure you're ready to go there, yet?" Akane gave her a sideways glance as she walked into the room, pulling off her night-shirt.

"Am I ready?  You're the one she was in love with. . ."

"Yeah, yeah. . ." She scooped up her red jacket and slid it on, sighing.  "Let's just get goin', huh?  A good run'll probably cool my jets."

"Sounds like a race to me." Ranma grinned.

"Hey, not a bad idea."

--
 

"Order up!"

An okonomiyaki went flying into the air as a wayward spatula left the grill.  From somewhere in the back of Ucchan's, a yellow flash bounced through and off walls, snagging the treat before it slapped someone in the face.  Sighing in relief, Ryouga jumped off the light fixture and to his feet before the table, setting the plate down.  After using his apron to wipe at his forehead, he gave the couple a quick bow.

"Sorry, sorry, it happens sometimes--"

"R-Ryouga?!" Instantly, he hopped back, holding his fists up.

"You!" Ranma too stood up and jumped onto the table, just missing the pancake as Akane saved it with a chopstick stab and a slide.  She sighed and began to eat, so far unnoticed by whom she did not expect to see.  "What the hell are you doing here?!"

"The same goes for you!  We all thought you split!" Ranma jumped down, and before Ryouga could punch her, gave him a hug.

"Oh, Jesus, Ranma, let go of him," Akane mumbled, now trying to hide her face.  Ukyou glanced over but said nothing, having already made her peace with the two of them.  It wasn't nearly as hard as she'd figured it might have been -- Akane wasn't a bitch at all and Ranma was more apologetic than anything.

The redhead let Ryouga go and, smiling up at him, punched him in the stomach.  "There, now I'm happy."

"Ranma!" Akane yelled, standing, stomping on her foot.  "What the hell is wrong with you?!" Hissing, Ranma leaned against the table, poking at her wound.  "Ryouga, are you alright?"

He gave Akane a queer glance and touched his stomach.  "Yeah, that was nothing-- Akane!" She gave him a shy nod.

"That's me. . . Ryouga, what are you doing here?"

He touched his stomach again as Ranma stood straight next to what he thought he had taken his mind off of.  "I-I work here."

"You work here?" Ranma asked, scratching her head.  "Ukyou!" she called.  "Why didn't you tell us?" The chef shrugged without turning, humming quietly to herself.

"I thought you might like the surprise."

"Surprise is right," Ran-chan mumbled, staring at him.  "Ryouga, buddy, why didn't you say anything, or stop by, or something?" She stepped forward to hug him again, but Akane put a hand on her shoulder and grabbed her by the ear.

"Look, you might be a girl," she whispered, "but are you sure you want to succumb to your feminine little quirks with him?" Ranma reddened a bit.

"Right. . . " She stepped back and held her hand out.  Reluctantly, but with a smile, Ryouga gave her a harsh squeeze and a harsher pump.  "Good t'see ya." She let him go and glanced to Akane.  "Can we get going?" The other girl sighed and gave her a shove.  Ranma stuck her tongue out and made for the door, waving behind her upon her exit.

"Nothing personal, Ryouga, it's just that she's a little jumpy about--"

"Forget it," Ryouga interrupted quietly.  He picked up the since-abandoned plate and cradled it in his hands.  "She 'n' I are back on good terms now, anyway." Akane smiled gently at him, leaning back against the booth-brace.  "Are. . . how are you two?"

She faltered and looked away, a slight crimson brushing her cheeks.  He decided not to press it further, fearing that that vessel behind his eye was prepared to blow. He chuckled in place of her answer, tossing the plate back behind the counter, where Ukyou fumbled before dropping it.  She sighed, but silently swept it up.  "Don't worry about it.  I figured you'd still be together.  Stop in again -- we'll talk."

Akane grinned again, relieved as Ranma's call pulled her away.  "Sure!" She gave Ranma a 'just a moment' finger and stayed put.  Still ducking low, Ukyou pricked her ears to what would follow.  "Ryouga. . ."

His eyebrows went up a little. "What is it?"

"Just. . . thanks.  You know, for not leaving.  It's kinda lonely without you popping up every now and then." She gave him one last wave.  "See you around." Before he could nod, she was gone.  Seconds later, Ukyou placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Guess I was wrong. . ."

He sighed, taking off his apron.  "They look happy. . . I'm taking a break."

She nodded, taking it from him.  "Five minutes."

"Uh huh." He was off, pushing through a door leading into a back room.  Looking after him with a deeply-carved frown, Kuonji moved to wipe down the crumbed-up table.  Slowing as her hand touched down on a piece of paper that wasn't the menu, she picked it up, turning it over.  Her eyes flashed over it, her skin blanching just as quickly.

"Uh oh. . ."
 

Ryouga reclined back in the storeroom, putting his feet up on a shelf between the flour and a few cans of sake.  He kicked one, sending it spiraling into his hand.  Grimly, he smiled, popping the beverage open to begin drowning away some unintended sorrow.  "Crap," he murmured, taking a drink of the bitter brew.  "It's been ages and I'm still funny. . ." He shuddered.  "And I think I liked it when Ranma hugged me. . . I think I need a cold shower." He set the can down a little crooked, having to twist to catch it before it nearly fell off an egg-crate he was using as an end table.  The one he sat on creaked a bit but kept steady.

"I gotta get them off my mind. . . man, every time I see them, now, I start flipping out." He kicked at the can, and instead of sending it away, sliced it in half.  Some sake spilled out, but most of it stayed in the bottom half.  He resumed drinking without a second thought.  "Things can't get any worse. . ."

Of course, this would have been the moment that Ukyou would have burst through the door with exactly the kind of thing that would have made it worse.  However, only silence followed as Ryouga finished off the sake, pitching the half-can somewhere into the darkness.  "Well, it can't right?  It can only get better, right?  All I need to do is get over her. . . I mean, I'm not nearly as bad as I used to be. . ." He sighed, standing.  "I just wanna at least be able to be her friend. . . their friend, I guess." He suddenly smiled.  "If Shampoo and Ukyou could get over Ranma, I could definitely get over Akane. . ."

That's when he heard it.  He looked around and then toward the door, sure that something was wrong.  "Ukyou?" He walked over and pushed through and into the restaurant, seeing a figure by the door turn the sign and shoo somebody away.

"Sorry," Ukyou muttered, "we're closed."

As the patrons turned to leave, somewhat upset, Ukyou swiveled to find Ryouga right up in her face.  "What are you doin'?" he cried, reaching for the sign.  "It's the middle of the day!  We'll lose business!"

"I don't care," she mumbled, leaning on the door to keep it closed.

"What's wrong?"

"I just don't feel like it, today, okay?!  Get off my back!" She shoved him to the side and marched to the grill to water it down.  Before he could call to her, she unhooked the hose from the hang-down station and let it rip. Steam erupted up, quickly filling the little shop.  "Agh!" Ryouga hopped around and behind the grill, taking the hose off her and shutting the griddle down.

"You didn't even turn it off!" He let the dripping nozzle hang, a few sprinkles vaporizing on the still-hot griddle as he turned to grab her.  "What's wrong with you?" She suddenly started to heave, shoulders shaking in his grasp.  He peered at her through the steam, the mist putting a sheen on her skin and weighing down her clothes and hair.  She presses her face into his chest, crying quietly.  "Ukyou?"

"They're getting married, Ryouga."

". . . Wha?" She gave him a gentle push, holding up a soggy piece of paper.  He took it, wiping at his forehead with the other hand.  "It's a flyer. . ." He didn't have much else to say about it, just that it was an all-inviting slip for, what the picture depicted, a girl-girl wedding.  "He's not even going to be a man for this?!"

"I think Akane is wearing the tux, actually. . . " Ukyou snorted, managing a broken laugh. Lightheaded, Ryouga sat back on the edge of the counter, his hand touching the half of the griddle he had turned off, leaving him unaware of why the steam was still pretty strong in what was becoming a sauna.  Ukyou had all but collapsed into him, taking deep breaths into his soused clothes.  "I feel sick, Ryouga. . . "

"Me too. . ." He reached up and ran his hand back over his mane, a rain of water pouring from his head.  He looked down at the wet mop of hair under his nose and smiled, somewhat, knowing she had to be as soaked as he was.  "Want me to get you anything?"

She shook her head, curling her fists into his shirt.  "Just stay where you are, sugar. . ." Silently, he responded with a hug as the sounds of dripping water permeated the quiet.  Other than that, he could barely hear her breathing, listening to it even out, going steady as the minutes ticked by.  His, however, was not doing the same.  Given time to himself, sort of, he was left to think about one of two possible things.  The wedding -- which he cared to leave behind for now -- or the girlish figure he suddenly realized was pressed against him.  The water in the air had caused her form to pop straight through her clothes and frankly, Ryouga didn't really mind.  His hands fell down her back, holding her around the waist as she peeled off his front and looked up at him.  Blushing, he glanced away, able to see down her loosened clothes.  "Ryouga?"

He shook his guilt away and returned the gaze, instantly unaware as to why the hell they were hugging, why she had been crying and why they were surrounded by steam -- all that really concerned him was that he slipped his hand down a bit to heft her up so that her lips met his.  What he didn't expect, however, was that she'd nail him in the jaw a few seconds later.

"Ryouga!"

Stunned, he touched his face and looked at her with bewilderment.  "Y--"

"Y-you touched my butt. . . "

He stared at her for a few moments before stalking forward and bending her back over the counter, kissing her again.  She kicked her legs up, hooking them around his hips as he reached up to hold her face still.  She bit him, opening his mouth so that she could exercise her tongue in running it along with his.  She moaned for him, a little for show, but was genuinely pouting when he sat up, his crotch inadvertently, though pleasantly, pressing into hers.  She shivered a bit.

"Oh," she said quietly.  He nodded, swallowing a rather large gulp as he committed to a light, idle grind.  "Please," she whispered, causing him to curl his fingers.  That was really sexy. He reached down at grabbed one of her little spatulas, twirling it in his fingers.

"I was about to ask the same thing. . ." He swiped down, splitting her wears down the front.  She grimaced as the halves fell away, showing off a wrap that was about to fall apart, too. He could just make out her curves before all he saw was stars.  "Ouch!"

"Don't get me wrong, sugar," she said, taking the spatula off of him, "but that was my favorite one." She pitched the little tool and reached up, ripping his shirt from the collar.  It separated at the seam along the sleeve and fell open like a refrigerator door.  She reached down below the counter with an evil grin and as soon as Ryouga registered a 'glomp' sound, he was smeared with something.

"Is this butter?"

"Touché, huh?" He bared a fang and bent down on her again, sliding across her front like a skate on ice.  She cooed a bit as he reached up to undo the rest of the wrap, freeing her chest to become just as slick as his was.

"It is now." He lifted her gently so that her arms were free from the topcoat she wore and so that she could reach up to tug his face down to hers.  He passed her mouth and moved to her neck, nipping at her with small nibbles and legitimate bites.  Ukyou mewled, working his tattered shirt off his frame.  Through blurred eyes, she watched his move down, lapping at her flavored skin before taking a nipple to mouth.  He closed his teeth around it without a moment's hesitation.  She gasped for air, the steam making it a little harder to breathe -- that and she was really aroused.  She grabbed the other, squeezing and kneading as he cleaned her off.

"Ryouga. . ."

"Mph. . ."

"Ryouga."

"Mnn." He took a good, long suck.

"Ryouga!"

"What is it?!" He looked up, his face covered with butter, a little bit dripping from his eyebrows.  She broke down, laughing.  Bemused, he went back down for more, but she told him to stop.

"Ryouga. . . I'm baking in these leggings. . ." She glanced down.  If there hadn't been any steam, he had the feeling that just the area around her crotch would have been so dark.  "Help me out?" He stood, hooking his fingers into the hem around her waist and pulled everything down, watching her sigh a noticeable bit as the air hit her skin.  Before he made it down to her shins, he caught himself staring at her, and seeing that it was pretty well bare.

"You shave it?" he asked, awed.

Blushing, she nodded.  "You've seen me work a blade. . . I've got a steady hand.  I don't like being hairy. . . " She made a face.  "I'm not as boyish as I might seem." He grinned, tossing the sopping clothes to the ground.

"I never really thought you were that boyish.  Especially when you weren't trying to be one."

"You think so?"

He nodded, idly taking off his own pants.  "Yeah, sure.  I didn't understand how Ran--"

She shot him a warning glance and he took the cue, shutting his mouth.  "Thank you, sugar. . . you're pretty handsome yourself. . ." She blinked.  "Oh, m-- that thing is huge!"

He looked to the ceiling, having since kicking his pants away, and whistled slightly.  "You think?" Ukyou sat up, the light bouncing of her shimmering breasts in such a way that Ryouga was hypnotized long enough for the girl to reach down and take a handful.  "A-Ah. . ." She wrapped her fingers around it, giving it a gentle pump.  "U-Ukyou. . ."

"Sit up her, baby. . ." She hopped down, still clutching him, and guided him around so that he was up on the countertop.  He watched her, curiously, as she opened the small fridge under the counter.

"Uh oh. . . What are you doing?" She glanced up and paused, but resumed with a smile.

"This is actually something I've always kinda wanted to do. . ." She gave him another stroke to put him at ease.

"Please say you're going to put it in your mouth. . ."

"Duh." She leaned toward it and gave it a small lick as soon as she pulled a bottle of chocolate from the cooler.  "Ever have a banana split?" Before he could freak out, she squirted a little dollop on the top of it, setting the container aside.  He tensed up, letting out a moan when she wrapped her mouth around it, her warm interior fighting and ultimately murdering the coolness of the frosting.  She made a delighted little 'mm' as she swirled her tongue around, working her lips down the shaft, stopping about an inch from the very base before she could go no further.  Ryouga was swimming, gripping the edge of the countertop like a vice.  He watched, transfixed, as she moved up and down like a ball loaded on a spring.  He shut his eyes and jerked, growling as he was about to come.

"Ukyou!" She stopped, causing Ryouga to lurch, groaning, emptying into her mouth.  "Ngh. . . damn. . ." She stood, leaning over him as he tried to catch his breath.

"I would've liked that to go on a bit longer. . ." He scowled.

"Sorry, I'm just a guy. . ." She put a hand on his cheek and smiled.

"I'm just kidding, hon. . . don't worry.  Besides, you better have a lot left in you. . ." He watched as she pushed him back, crawling up to straddle his chest.  She grinned softly down at him, raking her fingers over his skin.  He panted, looking up to her through the haze.  "You want me?"

"Yes."

"Good," she whispered, leaning down to kiss him.  "'Cause I need you. . ." They both suddenly shared a light laugh, the corniness and cuteness of her statement easing them into romance.  He reached up, putting his hands on her cheeks.  She closed her eyes, and sighed as he drew his palms down, over her collarbone, her breasts, her ribs and waist before he had her by the hips.  She grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling Ryouga up as she slid back down to his lap.  Ryouga sat now, with Ukyou's legs spread to either side of him.  She hugged him around the neck, biting his ear.  "Be careful. . ."

"I know. . ." He lifted her, his hands having moved down to cradle her backside.  His piece popped up, sliding along her moist sex, wet with water and personal lubricant the result of a lot of breastwork.  He, too, was wet with personal lubricant the result of a watering mouth.  He edge back a bit and then guided her down, digging his fingers into her buttocks as she gave a high-pitched whine.  She bit though the skin, causing a drip of blood to fall from his ear.  Not that he was at all aware of anything north of his chest, where her bosom was reminding him as to how fast his little heart was beating -- hers, too.

Letting her settle until her thighs touched his, they sat for a while, watching each other struggle for breath.  She apologized, though labouredly, about his ear but he didn't mind, hardly cognizant until she told him.  "Turn around," he asked, guiding her at the waist.  She gave him an odd look but did as was told, trying to lift off him first.  "No," he rumbled, holding her steady, "where you are is fine."

"Oh, sugar. . ." She kissed his nose before placing her hands on the counter, giving herself leverage to move.  She winced slightly, slowly rotating on him, feeling the contours within change with the circular motion.  Ryouga, too, loved the feeling, everything about the sensations different with each degree.  Once she maneuvered her legs around he held her by the stomach and hopped down, putting them on their feet.  She looked back, questioningly, as he leaned her forward over where he sat.

"I just wanna try some things. . ." Ukyou smiled at him when he cupped her, rolling her chest around in his hands as he slowly began to withdraw.  She leaned on the counter heavily, mewling and moaning his name.  She had her eyes shut, but they popped open again when his hands suddenly got a little gooey.

"Is that butter?"

He grinned, rubbing her skin.  "No, it's not." He put a bottle on the counter beside her, and she read it with slight concern.

"Honey crystallizes, babe. . ."

Ryouga was unmoved.  "Not with all this steam it won't." He gave her a pinch and was finally half way out of her.

"Ngh. . . but why honey. . .?" He looked around and chuckled slightly, picking up a pair of clips off two nearby bags of flour.  They were already destroyed, anyway.  He juggled them in his sticky hand, passing the clothespins before her eyes as he pushed back in.  She cried out, pressing her face into the hardtop as he spoke.

"I didn't want these to slip off too easily. . ." He took them and, after a pinch, let them close around her reddened nipples.  They went purple as Ukyou's face boasted a nice ruby color.

"Ryouga. . .  ghn. . ." She looked back, a trace of a smile on her face.  "Kinky. . ."

"And this is the butter." As his hips took on their own steady rhythm, one that left Ukyou craving more and telling him so, he lifted the little container from which she took that first handful and dumped in onto her back.  He rubbed his hands into it, pressing in into her skin and spreading it over her flesh.  Ukyou was steaming hot, making the butter quick to melt and drip down her sides and, causing her to squeak with glee, down and into her backside.  As he pumped into her, reaching a speed comparable to good techno song, his hands slid up and down her back, sending sloshes of butter further into the divot of her spread behind.  She whimpered, rocking back against his pelvis as he resigned to putting his hands on her buttocks.

"Ngh!" she cried, reaching around for something worth grabbing, flailing her arm around, succeeding only in sending a few vegetables rolling down the ceramic.  "God, Ryouga, t's'good. . ." She arched forward, the ache in her chest a dim and pleasant balance to how nice her sex felt.

Ryouga nodded, panting.  "That wasn't a bad idea, Ukyou. . . I'd've been done ages ago. . ."

She laughed, her giggle turning into a cry.  "Oh, I think I know men well enough. . ."

Ryouga gave her a squeeze and a grin.  "Good thing. . ."

"Ryouga," she asked this time, a slight reticence in her voice this time.  "Tell me when, okay?" She struggled to mumble around her panting.  He cocked his head to the side but she couldn't see, guiltily looking forward.  "We, um, I'm n-not on anything," she hissed, exhaling into the counter.  "S-so--" He put a hand on her back, smiling.

"It's okay, Ukyou. . ." He paused, but she protested rather loudly.

"Pleasedon'tstop!"

He grinned, pulling out, sliding up.  "No intention. . . if you don't mind, I mean. . ." She squeaked and as he pushed back in, slowly, opening up her backside.  She groaned heavily and heavenly, fluids dripping from below.

"Ryouga!!" Making throaty little noises as loudly as he could, he soon buried himself into what was previously unexplored.  Ukyou was rendered speechless, squealing a bit as she rested against the counter.  Ryouga made most of the racket as he reached over to steady himself, his fingers dancing over a cucumber.  He looked askew, a bit crazed, and after using the hose, he had a wet vegetable in his quivering hand.  Kuonji was totally blank, eyes white and breaths heaving as Ryouga's mind set to very naughty things.  Shakily, he reached down, and as he drew out of her, Ryouga screwed the greenery into her leaking sex.  She screamed, ecstatic, yelling his name twice over. Whatever just entered her, it was his doing, and that was fine with her.

"Ukyou!" he drew, feeling separated by his phallic companion by very little skin.  He resumed a quick and deep-driven pace, keeping him vocal and keeping her guessing.  She called his name one last time before one of his rough hands found her breasts and gave one the nipples a slight touch, sending a circuit through her system that blew her nerves, shut down her thinking brain and set a blazing fire to her sex.  She grabbed the counter, cracking the molding as she quaked, knocking her knees and milking the dwindling life out of Ryouga's shafts as her muscles rippled like a deep-sea wave within her lower half.  The cucumber split, falling out into three parts as she wrenched her head back, eyes radiant.

"RYOUGA!!"

He hissed, shaking too, holding her to him and planting himself as deep within as he could, letting out a renewed blast of seed that no previous volume, expended on those lonely nights and sometimes days, could ever hope to contend with.  Bits of white leaked around his member, swirling with drips of butter as a purer white streaked his eyes, like lacerations of light in the dark shroud that took over his heavy mind.  Spent, the two fell forward and when Ryouga banged his head, he collapsed back to the floor.  Ukyou, simply dead in the legs, fell onto him, her arm catching the faucet lever and sending a light stream of water over the hot grill, and a new bout of creamy miasma into the sex-laden air.

"Thank you. . . "

--
 

"Figures you'd forget!" Ranma growled as Akane raced up behind her.  Ignoring her, the black-haired girl knocked on the door to Ucchan's.  They shouldn't be closed. . . "We get all the way to Kinkos and what do you do?  LEAVE THE WEDDING FLYER HER!  OF ALL PLACES!!" Akane punched her in the shoulder, seething.

"Shut up!  I'm not the one who drew little lezbo doodles all over it, you pervert! They probably threw it away.  It was pretty nondescript, otherwise."

"I thought you said they were cute!"

"THAT DOESN'T MEAN I WANT RYOUGA TO SEE THEM!"

"You're an idiot."

"And you're a bitch." Ranma pouted as Akane tried to peer through the window.

"Don't call me that!" she whined, bending forward and shaking her arms.  "I'm sorry, alright?"

"Whatever. . ." She sighed, pounding on the glass.  "What happened in there?  It's nothing but fog!" Ranma straightened, a little disconcerted.

"Do you think there's trouble?" Akane was already elbowing the door and after the third try, broke it down.

"If there is, I'll find out.  Wait here." Ranma sucked her teeth but did so, crossing her arms and sighing.  Akane came back a few minutes later, a little white.  "Ah. . ." Ranma waved her arm.

"Akane, what's wrong?" She closed the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk, tugging Ranma along.  "Akane?" The redhead stopped, looking back through the steam.  "What is it?" Akane just grabbed her, dragging her along until they were in the shade.  There, she latched onto Ranma's backside, eliciting a squeak, and gave her a sloppy kiss -- one to which a few passersby took elated notice. She let her go and resumed walking.  "Ah. . . ka. . . ne?"

Akane looked back, a little red.  "The instant we're married, I'm doing you senseless." She turned back and walked off, furtively pulling her pants looser as Ranma was forced to catch up.

"Doing me?"

End.


 

I love the butter parts. . .