Title: Evening on the Town
Author: Rann Aridorn
Warnings: F/F Graphic Sex
Pairing: Ukyo/Shampoo
Comments: I hope Jenn doesn't mind a play on the title of her most excellent 
Ranma/Ryoga fic. ^^;; This was, to a certain extent, inspired by that, and 
also by RPing events on a muck I'm no longer allowed on (the Ranma on there 
apparently wanted all the ladies' attention to be on HIM and him ONLY. 
Besides that, he was a pot-smoking, vindictive little SOB in real life). 
ANYway, this fic is sort of to cheer myself up, as well as maybe motivate my 
muses to get off their butts. Well... on with the fic, huh? ^^;;


Evening on the Town


     Shampoo strolled down the street, checking the basket she carried to 
make sure that none of the spices she had bought had fallen out. Dressed in 
the purplish pink silk pants and top that she had often heard referred to as 
pajamas, the beautiful Chinese girl drew more than her share of stares as 
she walked along the street, long purple hair swishing against her back. As 
she passed in front of Ucchan's Okonomiyaki, she scowled a bit; it was, 
after all, the place of business of her archrival. But the scowl did not mar 
her pretty face for very long, as her thoughts turned to other things. Her 
thoughts returned to the restaurant as she heard the door slam and quick 
footsteps approaching. Turning around quickly, she was just in time for Ukyo 
Kuonji to grab her by the shoulders.
     "Shampoo! Quick! Be my girlfriend!"
     The Amazon's jaw dropped. Usually, it was some act of hers that had 
others staring in shock, but the okonomiyaki chef had certainly gotten the 
drop on her THAT time. She could do nothing but stare, taking in the fact 
that Ukyo was in male mode today, breast bound down flat, boys' school 
uniform, hair pulled into a more masculine ponytail.
     Ukyo noticed Shampoo's look and made a face. "Not like THAT! Look, I 
need a favor. Since I'm underage and live alone, a social worker's gonna 
come to check up on me! Except I'm listed in the records as a GUY! I need to 
look well-adjusted, so, PLEASE, will you pretend to be my girlfriend?! 
PLEASE?! Just for tonight, a few hours, I swear!"
     Shampoo blinked a few times, trying to collect herself, then hmphed, 
folding her arms over her chest carefully so as not to disturb her shopping 
basket. "Why Shampoo help spatula girl anyway? Is good for Shampoo if 
spatula girl get sent packing!"
     The fry cook growled a bit, then collected herself. Forcing herself to 
be calm, even through gritted teeth, Ukyo looked Shampoo in the eye. "I'll 
let you go on a date with Ranma with no interference from me if you do this 
for me."
     Shampoo immediately held up three spread fingers. "Three dates."
     "ONE date!"
     "Two dates."
     "*ONE* date!"
     "One date and spatula girl keep anyone else from bothering Shampoo and 
airen!"
     "Deal!"
     They clasped their hands together quickly, before Ukyo yanked Shampoo 
back in the direction of the entrance to the restaurant. "C'mon, she'll be 
here in a few minutes."
     'What have I gotten myself into?' the Amazon thought with a sigh.

     Fifteen minutes later, an older, prim-looking woman in a grey dress 
suit walked through the door. She looked about, her tightly-bunned hair and 
somewhat thin lips making her look the very picture of the stereotypical 
schoolteacher.
     "Excuse me?" She walked through the empty restaurant towards where Ukyo 
and Shampoo were whispering last-minute details. "Mister Kuonji?"
     Ukyo straightened up and held out her hand. "Yes, that's me."
     "Hello, I am Mrs. Nakanata. I'm to be your social worker here in 
Nerima."
     "It's a pleasure, ma'am," Ukyo replied with a little smile, raising the 
woman's hand to her mouth and lightly kissing her knuckles.
     "Well, young man, I can see that there is nothing wrong with your 
manners, nor your charm." Nakanata smiled, then looked towards Shampoo. "And 
who is this pretty young lady?"
     Ukyo smoothly took one of Shampoo's hands, leading her forward, and 
just as smoothly putting the other around the Amazon's shoulder, as if it 
were something she did many times a day. Shampoo would have blinked, perhaps 
even blushed, but she repressed the urge, as it would ruin her act.
      "Mrs. Nakanata, allow me to introduce my girlfriend, Shampoo."
      Shampoo bowed at the waist, the long ponytails of hair that hung over 
her shoulders falling forward to dangle. "Nihao." As she straightened up, 
Ukyo's arm again went around her, and she once more had to fight the urge to 
blush, though she couldn't really think of why.
      "My, not many young men would have the courage to date a Chinese 
girl."
      Ukyo smiled in an utterly charming lopsided manner. "Well, y'know what 
I say... when love's there, who cares about nationality? Right, sugar?"
      Shampoo simply nodded, not knowing how to respond vocally to such a 
statement.
      "An admirable way to look at things, Mr. Kuonji. Now, shall we sit 
down and discuss things?"
      "Certainly!" Ukyo slid smoothly into a booth, pulling Shampoo down 
alongside her. As the social worker sat down across from them, the Amazon 
slowly put her head on Ukyo's shoulder, and in response felt a bit more heat 
come from the fry cook's body, as if she were repressing her own blush; but 
she also felt Ukyo squeeze her a bit closer, and saw an approving look in 
Nakanata's eyes, apparently finding such a display heartwarming.
      "Now, I've come to see how you're adjusting to living on your own here 
in Nerima. I can see that you and the young lady are quite happy, Mr. 
Kuonji, but my records show that you at one time were engaged to a, ah, Miss 
Ranma Saotome? This came to notice because of a young man at your school 
becoming rather distraught over it..."
      "Well, Ranma, um, had problems showing her feelings, y'see... so, 
anyway, long story short, here I am with Shampoo!" Ukyo laughed a bit 
nervously, not really having expected her relationship with Ranma to come 
up.
      "Mmm, yes. And you run this restaurant as well, yes?"
      "Yes, it takes in-"
      As the conversation turned to everyday matters such as how much the 
Ucchan took in every day and if Ukyo was keeping a balanced diet, Shampoo's 
attention wandered. She looked at Ukyo from her rather... unusual... vantage 
point, able to observe the chef closer and at more length than she ever had 
before. Dressed this way, Ukyo truly did look like a finely-featured, 
beautiful young man, her voice just low enough to pass for being in the 
masculine range. As Shampoo watched, she realized that the mannerisms the 
other girl was using were also masculine; the slight movements of her hands, 
the way she held herself, the facial expressions. Only a skilled martial 
artist would be able to tell Ukyo's true gender, and only if she were 
walking or fighting, thus revealing the difference in the center of gravity. 
Hearing her name mentioned again, she quickly returned her attention to the 
conversation.
     "-are going out to dinner tonight. A casual little place where we can 
have a nice meal and do some slow-dancing, but without having to worry about 
getting all dressed up."
     "Well, that sounds just wonderful, and I hope you have a pleasant 
evening." Smiling, the older woman stood, and the other two stood with her. 
Bows were exchanged all around. "I'll be back for my next review in four 
months, Mr. Kuonji. If you have need of my before then, you have my card."
     "Yes, ma'am. Thank you very much."
     With a smile and a little wave, Nakanata turned and walked out of the 
restaurant. Ukyo heaved a small sigh of relief.
     "Why spatula girl tell lady we go out tonight?"
     "Look, girl, I know these social workers... she's gonna hang around for 
awhile, and watch what I do. If we go out, she'll see we're just a regular 
couple, and leave me alone."
     "We not really couple!"
     "Oh, for-! Would you just stick to the deal?!" Ukyo softened almost 
immediately, giving Shampoo a grateful look tinged with warmth. "Look, it's 
just for a few hours, and you'll get a good dinner out of it. Okay? I'll 
even pay for you to go to the same place with Ranchan..."
     Shampoo thought for a moment, wavered, then gave in with a small sigh. 
"Spatula girl win. Shampoo date with you."
     "Thanks, Shampoo. You're a sport. C'mon, let's go already... she's 
probably sitting out there in her car like a vulture..."
     The fry cook offered the Amazon her arm, like any gentleman escorting a 
lady. After a moment, Shampoo slipped her arm through it, allowing herself 
to be led out for a night on the town.

     Shampoo looked around, impressed despite herself at the restaurant Ukyo 
had taken her too. The light was just slightly low, lending a relaxed 
atmosphere to the white tablecloths and brass fixtures. "This... nice 
place," she admitted reluctantly, laying the napkin in her lap. She stared a 
bit at the silverware, more used to chopsticks.
     "Yeah, well, one can't live on okonomiyaki alone... despite trying." 
The were sitting in a semicircular booth, one of the best tables in the 
place, and Ukyo seemed totally at ease there. She lounged back against the 
seat, one arm draped against the top of the back cushion, the other lightly 
holding a champagne glass filled with sparkling cider. "I like to come here 
every so often... kinda relax. Let myself feel some of the money my place 
brings in."
     Shampoo nodded, still a bit overwhelmed. She picked up the menu, opened 
it, then blinked and closed it again. "Shampoo get misprinted menu..."
     "Huh?" Ukyo picked up Shampoo's menu and flipped it open, then laughed 
and handed it back to the puzzled Amazon. "Sugar, in restaurants like this, 
they don't print the prices on the womens' menus."
     Shampoo made a bit of a face. "Why?"
     "Because you're supposed to pick what you want without worrying about 
the price. I'm the one paying. It's the gentlemanly thing to do."
     "... Oh." Shampoo took the menu back and looked down at it, trying to 
hide her flustered and annoyed look. 'Stupid blush... geez, this is all I 
need. What am I doing here? I should be either plotting to get Ranma or 
getting Ranma, so I can fulfill the obligation and go home.'
     "Would you care to dance?"
     Shampoo blinked and looked up in surprise.
     "She's probably at one of these tables, watching... it'd look odd if I 
didn't dance with my date."
     "Shampoo... supposes so." Her eyes followed the slim form of her date 
as she stood and moved around, offering her hand to the Amazon. Shampoo took 
Ukyo's hand and rose, following the brunette to the dance floor. The band 
was just finishing one waltz, and was beginning another. Ukyo shifted her 
grip on Shampoo's hand, holding it out to the side, her other hand slipping 
around the purple-haired girl's waist to fit snugly against her lower back, 
and pull her a bit closer. Shampoo didn't have a chance of hiding her blush 
this time as she felt her breasts press against Ukyo's chest, which, while 
bound flat, was softer than a boys' chest. "But Shampoo no know how to 
dance..."
     "It's easy," Ukyo said, her voice becoming husky, almost an alto purr. 
"Personally, I love to dance... just kinda feel the way my body moves... 
you'll get into the rythm of it..."
     As the music built into its regular tempo, Ukyo began to move her feet, 
but more than that her entire body in with the slow waltz. Shampoo bit her 
lower lip, trying to move with Ukyo, and almost tripping them both. She 
readied an angry retort for the admonishment she was sure would come, then 
blinked in utter surprise as Ukyo just laughed and resumed moving.
     "Don't TRY so hard!" That voice close to her ear, warm breath washing 
over skin and ruffling hair. "Just let yourself flow with it... it's just a 
kata, okay...?"
     Nodding a little, embarrassed, Shampoo closed her eyes and tried to 
follow Ukyo's advice, attempting to relax and simply flow with the music and 
the other girl's movements.
     'It's hard to RELAX when we're pressed this close... geez... she smells 
good.'
     As she began to finally relax, thoughts like that began to recurr more 
often. 'She smells good.' 'She feels nice.' 'So graceful.'
     She didn't notice when all the clumsiness disappeared. Nor did she 
notice when one song ended and the next began, because they never stopped 
dancing. The next thing she knew, there was just silence. She had no idea 
how long they'd been dancing, but she realized that her head was on Ukyo's 
shoulder, and that the chef's head was nestled up alongside her own. 
Blushing fiercely, she drew back, only to have her eyes captured by deep 
pools of mahogany, and soft, yielding lips touch her own softly.
     All the way back to the table, Shampoo's lip tingled and her mind 
whirled. She felt more off-kilter than when they'd first begun dancing. 
"Spatula girl... kiss Shampoo..."
     "Well, of course I did," Ukyo replied smoothly. "After dancing so 
closely, you think a real couple wouldn't kiss?"
     "Shampoo... suppose they would." She looked down as a plate with some 
sort of chicken in marinara sauce was set in front of her, despite her lack 
of memory of ordering it. "... Spatula girl kissed girls before?"
     "Hey, first off, my name's Ukyo. You use your own enough, try using 
mine." The admonishment was delivered with a teasing tone, but one that 
Shampoo found herself smiling a bit before she stopped herself, instead of 
becoming angry. "Second... yes, I have kissed girls. I lived as a guy for the 
past decade. I did like most normal guys did, I went on dates, I kissed the 
girls, did some light making out..."
      "Spatula..... Ukyo... ever go... farther than that?"
      "No..." Ukyo leaned forward, her elbows on either side of her own 
plate, chin on interlaced fingers, eyes almost seeming to glow with the 
flickering candlelight from the single candle on the center of the table. 
"I've been saving that for someone... very special." That alto purr was 
back, soft and deep at the same time, and Shampoo fought down a shiver as 
she almost felt it carress her ear like a lover's touch. "Someone that I 
knew I couldn't expect..."
      "Couldn't... expect...?" Shampoo felt like she might smother at any 
moment, and she wondered why the restaurant had the heat on so high?
      "Well, you know what they say, sugar..." Ukyo calmly began cutting her 
steak. "You never expect a miracle."
      Gulping several times, still feeling almost unbearably hot, Shampoo 
picked up her drink and resisted the urge to open a clasp or two of her 
shirt and dump the ice down her front. Though maybe turning into a cat 
wouldn't be so bad... there was no way a cat could feel so overwhelmed and 
confused. Trying to calm down, she went about eating her own meal, something 
off in the back of her mind registering how excellent the food was. But the 
forward part of her mind was registering, whether she wanted it to or not, 
every move Ukyo made, every little expression on her face, and every time 
those soft brown eyes looked her way.

     They walked hand-in-hand through the cool, quiet night, neither of 
their shoes making any sound on the sidewalk. Somewhere in the distance, 
music played, people talked, car engines revved and ran; but here, on this 
quiet, small street, those distant sounds faded into a sort of subliminal 
white noise. As they slowed and drew to a stop in front of the Ucchan, Ukyo 
turned to face Shampoo, taking both her hands and looking into her eyes, 
smiling.
     "Shampoo... come inside."
     "But..." Shampoo gulped again, looking around nervously, shifting from 
foot to foot. "Shampoo no think lady still follow us..."
     Again that lyrical alto laugh, which made the flutters in Shampoo's 
stomach pick up the pace a notch, spreading warmth from her groin out. 
Fingers slipped through silken purple hair as Ukyo pressed a hand in behind 
Shampoo's head, the other finding its place on the small of the Amazon's 
back. "Oh, Shampoo... sweet, lusty, innocent Shampoo," the chef purred, 
rubbing her nose against the other girl's. "She was never following us."
     Shampoo had to gulp several times just to get enough air to gasp, 
"What?"
     "She was never following us..." Ukyo's fingers tensed and loosened in 
Shampoo's hair and against her back, rubbing her. "I doubt she'll even keep 
the next appointment... or that she would've cared if I didn't have a 
girlfriend." Ukyo leaned her head down a bit, nuzzling her nose in the hair 
just above Shampoo's ear, lips brushing against that pink seashell, making 
it blush even more with the touch of warm lips and hot breath. "Come 
inside."
     The Amazon's only reply was a low moan, which Ukyo correctly 
interpreted as an affirmative. She led the unresisting girl inside, somehow 
smoothly navigating between tables and up stairs, through doorways, and 
finally just where she belonged, lying spread limply across Ukyo's futon, 
soft lavender hair spread around her like a blanket, eyes mostly closed and 
mouth slightly open, her chest heaving with every breath. Ukyo smiled down 
at Shampoo as she slowly lowered herself atop the other girl, slightly 
raised, the turn of her lips both predatory and adoring.
     "Mmmm, my dear kitten..." Ukyo purred, loving as always the way that 
Shampoo gave a little shiver all over at that sound. "My dear, dear 
kitten..." Clasps fell open almost like magic at feather-light touches of 
fingertips. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to get you... just. 
Where. I. Want you."
     She pulled open the front of Shampoo's shirt, soft pink tongue slipping 
out a bit to flick over dry lips as she took in the sight of the Amazon's 
large, creamy breasts, and what she knew must be painfully erect nipples. 
This was confirmed at the almost relieved-surprised sound of pleasure 
Shampoo made as soft fingers stroked over the dark, crinkled skin.
     "Weeks watching you strut around, the sexiest thing on the planet, 
those hips swaying," Ukyo delighted in the slightly salty but also somehow 
unbearably sweet taste of Shampoo's nipple in her mouth, and the keening 
sound that came from the purple-haired girl as she did. "Days feeling like I 
was going to cum on the spot, watching you bounce around in that tiny maroon 
bikini." She left both of Shampoo's nipples glistening with saliva, soft 
lips and tongue tracing down smooth skin and the barely noticeably curve of 
the Amazon's stomach. "Nights lying here... not able to do anything but 
scream and moan... drenching the sheets with my cum... all thinking of 
you..."
     Shampoo was far beyond any coherent sort of reply, Ukyo's words only 
making her hotter, feeling like her world was going white with electric 
sparks. She gave a low whimper as Ukyo's tongue flicked into her navel, and 
lower. The whimper became a needy whine as she suddenly felt cold air on the 
hot skin of her hips and legs, striking the dampness on her labia and inner 
thighs like a slap.
     "But now..." That teasing tone was back, wrapping Shampoo's brain up in 
some unexplainable extra feeling. "Now... look who's getting the sheets all 
wet..." A near-scream escaped Shampoo's lips as a tongue lightly flicked 
over her clit. "Look who's moaning and screaming, kitten."
     Shampoo tossed her head from side to side, diamonds of sweat flung from 
wet bangs, every inch of skin glistening with a thin shean of sweat in the 
low, soft moonlight streaming in through the window. She felt fingers tickle 
teasingly through the neatly-trimmed purple pubic hair, teeth and tongue 
toying with her labia. But the whole world seemed to go away as she felt 
that tongue actually press inside of her; her back arched up high, fingers 
clawing at the unyielding cloth of the futon, every muscle in her body 
feeling like it was tensed to the snapping point. But Ukyo was relentless, 
flicking her tongue around inside the hot, silky wetness of Shampoo's sex, 
flicking back and forth, now thrusting in and out.
     The Amazon's mouth opened, but no sound came out, as if she were trying 
to voice so much pleasure that it caused a traffic jam in her throat. She 
could barely feel Ukyo's hands stroking over her hips and down to rest on 
her buttocks, but she felt it as the chef used that hold to pull her closer, 
thrusting her tongue in deeper. Shampoo felt like something snapped, as if 
she'd suddenly been hit by some sort of lightning, exploding out from her 
clit to sizzle all across her skin and through every bit of muscle and flash 
through every nerve, her silence broken by screaming Ukyo's name long and 
loud.
     The chef lapped at Shampoo's sex a few more times, feeling the girl go 
limp, tensed muscles relaxing completely. With a soft smile, she rose up to 
look at Shampoo's face, that absolutely gorgeous look of sleep induced by 
orgasm. Ukyo stroked Shampoo's bangs adoringly, then lay down beside her, 
pulling the purple-haired girl up against her, and murmuring in her ear.
     "You go ahead and sleep, anata... because we'll have many, many nights 
in which you can return the favor."
     With a soft kiss on that adorable ear, Ukyo closed her eyes and drifted 
off to sleep, not minding at all that she herself was still fully clothed in 
her male appearance. After all, Shampoo was her woman, and she was Shampoo's 
man.


-Fin ^_~