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Nihao My Concubine; ext	By : DragonRose Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 4761 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Okay, I was watching the movie and I got to my favorite part where the birdman has Shampoo in his quarters. I watched it three times because it's my favorite scene of Mousse fighting. My muse decided to wake up and hit me upside the head with this idea. Well, after an aspirin and a stern lecture about the proper usage of heavy, 300 page, hardcover books, I started thinking about where this scene could have led. I mean, those Amazons have so many laws about marriage and such that it wouldn't hurt to try this one out. Plus, I love the Shampoo/ Mousse pairing. So here it is. An oneshot fic, yes... but a steamy one.

Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine but I did take them out of the box and play dress up. Hope you don't mind. If you do not like lemons then I suggest you do NOT read. If you do, well have at it and don't forget to review. Enjoy!!

Nihao My Concubine; Ext.

I looked up at him with hate filled eyes and my voice dripped with venom as I answered his question.

"Shampoo would rather die than marry YOU!"

The birdman readied another volley of feathers, "Well, I shall grant that wish for you..."

"STOP!" screamed Mousse as he took a few labored steps forward, the pain and anger evident on his face, "Keep.. your filthy hands... off her!"

"How can you still be moving? Die you stupid fool!" More feathers pierced Mousse's body. Crying in anguish he still moved onward towards his nemesis.

"Inconceivable! Aren't you human? Don't you feel pain?" the birdman cried out in shock. Suddenly, Mousse broke free of the nerve pinching feathers and struck the birdman, knocking him unconscious. Elated at his victory Mousse staggered forward, collapsing as his adrenaline rush wore off. "Shampoo!" he cried as he began to plummet from his aerial perch, "I did it, I beat him..." He fell from the tree limb, his energy spent.

"MOUSSE!" I screamed diving forward, ripping my clothes on the feather darts pinning me to the wall. I caught him and landed lightly on the ground. Kneeling, I placed his head in my lap; I gazed down at the man who had just rescued me.

"Shampoo is... my bride." he said softly and passed out again.

"Stupid. You no have to do that Mousse." I said as I shed tears for this man who had endured such pain to keep me safe. I had never realized how much he truly cared until this moment. Gently, I swept his raven hair away from his face. It surprised me how handsome he was without his glasses. I had never really looked at him before. He was just 'stupid Mousse', always speaking to inanimate things that he thought were me.

But, he didn't look stupid now.

Wincing as the floor bit into my knees, I glanced around and spotted a small cot hidden in a shadowed alcove. Picking Mousse up, I lay him down gently. Sitting down next to him, I removed his shirt with care, as not to worsen his wounds to check his injuries. The tiny pinpricks had barely bled at all. Noting the placement I recognized the pattern for all the major nerve endings. With all of those spots pierced, Mousse should not have been able to breath, much less move. Yet, he had, and all for me. I reached down to brush the hair from his face once again and was startled when he moaned, moving his head against my hand.

"Mousse?" I said hesitantly. Moaning again, he opened his eyes.

"Sh... Shampoo? Are you all right? He asked as he tried to sit up. I pushed him down gently.

"Shampoo here. Am fine." I said quietly. And then, "Mousse so stupid, why you go do that?"

Still a little dazed he said, "I had to Shampoo. I couldn't let him hurt you." He closed his eyes, "I love you."

I leaned over him and a tear fell down my face and landed on his cheek. He opened his eyes when he felt the wetness. He could see my face well from this close up.

"Shampoo, are you hurt? Did he...?" his eyes widened when I put a finger to his lips.

"Mousse... thank you." I said and gently pressed my lips to his. I felt one of his hands come up to cup my face, the other resting lightly on my arm. After a moment, I pulled back to look him in his beautiful, blue eyes. I had made my decision.

Switching to Mandarin, I spoke, "Mousse, you have bested a man who bested, and captured me. By our laws, you are now my bride-groom."

His face lightened up with a look of pure bliss, but then he frowned and looked away from me. "What is wrong?" I asked him, "Isn't this what you wanted? To marry me?" He sat up keeping his face averted. "I don't want you to marry me because of our laws, I want you to marry me because you want to," he said in a low voice. "You have long chased Ranma, voicing your love for him for all to hear. As much as I would like to have you as my wife, I love you too much to make you marry someone you don't love."

I turn his face towards mine. "Oh Mousse, you stupid duck! Don't you know anything? I have the choice to challenge you in combat to win my freedom. However, it is too late as I have already performed the acceptance ritual of kissing the victor. So you see? I want this. I want to marry you."

He looked at me, confusion written on his face. As he opened his mouth to speak, I held up a hand to stop him. "Mousse," I said, leaning towards him, "shut up and kiss your wife."

Still a little shell-shocked, he held my face in his hands and searched my eyes. I smiled and let him see what was there. Finally, he nodded and joined our lips in a sweet kiss. Slowly, at first, he brushed my lips with his and caressed my face with his fingers. A little impatient, I grabbed his head to hold him still and caressed his lips with my tongue. Suddenly, he exploded and thrust his hands into my hair, pulling me into his lap. He kissed me deeply and explored my mouth with his tongue, his breathing growing ragged with passion. It excited me to feel such raw need in his kisses. I kissed him back with all the ferocity of an Amazon woman, running my hands through his thick, ebony locks and down his bareback. He shuddered when I grated my nails up and down it. His hands started roaming up and down my arms and across my back. His hands found my skin through the rips in my clothing. A tearing sound was heard in the dimness and he drew back quickly, apologizing.

Quietly, I looked him I the eye and grabbed the cloth on my shoulders. With a sharp tug, I ripped the top half of the silk garments away, leaving my skin bare to his gaze. He gulped and fought to look up into my face. His eyes held more than a little fear. I scooted closer to him, took his hand and placed it on my left breast. His breathing quickened as I moved his hand, showing him what I liked. I let go when I felt him cup my right breast too. Closing my eyes, I leaned back and relished the feel of his large hands. I could feel the strength in them as he kneaded my breasts and I gasped when his nimble fingers found my nipples. I moaned his name and moved forward for another kiss. His lips were so soft, the muscles of his back pliant under my hands.

The silk of his hair brushed my face as he laid me on my back and pressed kisses down my neck and shoulders. He ran his tongue along my collarbone and blew on the moisture, making me shiver. He kissed down the valley in between my breasts and captured a nipple in his mouth. His hand came around to cup the other breast, kneading it and teasing my nipple, mimicking the movements of his tongue, lips, and teeth. I gasped and writhed beneath him and, grasping his head I urged him to go lower where I burned for his touch. He grasped my wrists and held them to my sides as he loomed over me, his blue eyes dark with lust and love.

"Patience, my darling Shampoo." He said, "Let me love you as you are meant to be loved."

At my nod, he claimed my mouth once more and went back to his sweet torture. He ravaged both my breasts in turn. Slowly, he moved downward, teasing my stomach with light touches and feathery kisses. He got to where the silk still covered my lower body and stopped. I raised my head to see him watching me. Nodding at what he saw in my face, he grabbed two handfuls of silk and pulled. The silk ripped off my body, revealing the white silk panties I wore underneath. He slid his thumbs under the waistband and gently pulled them down. I raised my hips and then my legs up in the air to help him pull them off.

He gazed down my body with such intensity that I shivered in anticipation. He lifted one leg and laid kisses on my knees, working his way slowly up my leg. At my inner thigh he switch sides and started back down towards my knee again.

"Mousse," I said in desperation. I was burning up inside," please!"

He grinned and kneeled between my legs. Maddeningly slow, he kissed my pelvic bone, his breath tickling my aroused sex. Finally, he answered my desperate wish and cupped my hot sex in his hand. I moaned loudly and whimpered when he took it away. I gasped as I felt him part me with his fingers and his breath hit my slippery sex.

I threw my head back as I felt his tongue slide against my clit. He licked up and down and cleaned away all the evidence of my arousal with his tongue, until I gasped for breath. He slid a finger inside me and my back arched. His mouth latched onto my clit while he pumped me with his finger. After a minute he added a second and then a third. I moaned and grasped his head, pushing him harder against me. I gyrated against his fingers, trying to get them deeper. I could feel a build of heat in my lower belly. Higher and higher he sent me until I reached the cusp and tumbled over. Crying out his name, I arched off the bed as waves of pleasure washed over me again and again. Slowly it subsided and I lay limp, eyes half closed.

I felt him remove his fingers and replace them with his agile tongue. He licked me clean again and by the time he was done I was ready for more. I reached down and pulled him up on top of me. I tasted myself on his tongue as he kissed me and it only made me hotter. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him into me only to moan in frustration against his mouth when flesh met clothing. I reached between our bodies and undid the fastenings on his shorts. Mousse let out a surprised yelp as I hiked up my legs and, hooking both waistbands with my feet, I pushed his shorts and boxers down his legs. I grinned at the shocked look on his face and, taking advantage of his open mouth, pulled him down for a kiss. I gasped when I felt his engorged head at my entrance. He broke the kiss and swept my hair back out of my eyes.

"Are you sure about this Shampoo?" he asked, concern and worry in his eyes

. "Mousse, please make me your wife, now and forever," emphasizing my words by squeezing my legs around his body. "I want you to."

With that, he positioned himself and slipped his head into my opening. We both gasped at the new sensation, and I watched his face as, inch by inch, he slid into me. He winced at my tightness, for even though studying the art had taken my hymen, I was still a virgin. I tried to relax, but he felt so big, stretching me out. He buried himself to the hilt and stayed that was for a moment, letting us both get used to the sensation. I wrapped my legs around him again as he began to move. I wrapped my arms around my husband as I kissed him. He made a sort of growling noise when I raked my nails down his back and sped up his thrusts.

I opened my eyes to find him watching me. Passion clouded his eyes and he reached down to kiss and nibble on my neck. I arched up to give him better access and cried out as he hit a rather sensitive spot. He pumped me harder, building us both up to ride out the waves of pleasure together.

Suddenly, we broke free and came crashing down. I screamed his name as my body spasmed and felt him coming inside me, splashing my insides with hot semen. He pumped a few times more and collapsed on top of me, moving slightly to one side so as not to crush me.

He buried his face in my hair and it took me a moment to realize he was whispering. "My darling Shampoo, at last you are mine; my wife."

I raised his head up to kiss him and put all of my newfound feelings into it. He slid out of me and I whimpered with the sudden loss. He pulled me with him as he shifted and we lay on our sides, facing one another. He held my small hand in his large one and looked at me.

"I love you Shampoo," he said in Japanese.

"Shampoo love you, Mousse," I replied. "We better go or Great-Grandmother come looking.

" He agreed and we dressed quickly, stealing kisses at every chance. I found an outfit similar to the ruined one in an old wardrobe. We even found Mousse's glasses, surprisingly unbroken. We got to the others just in time to hear Akane say that Ranma had destroyed the spring.

Things progressed as normal and I watched it all with a smile and the knowledge that things would work out as they always did.

Fini!
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