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Jitter Bug

Mike256bit [mike256bit@hotmail.com]

A Tenchi Muyo! based fanfic.

Disclaimer: One character goes to Archie Comics / DiC.
^^ I do not own Tenchi Muyo! or its creations. I DO
own various types of body cells.

Warning: [NC-17] Wee! Mihoshi-Tenchi lemon! Now THAT'S something I'm excited
about.

My notes: I was settling down for my normal hentai-brainwave before bedtime
when BAM! I was a struck with a new scene! Like adding lead chloride to
potassium sulfate, everything began to fall into (or, out to, rather) place!
Things just really began connecting and I hopped up, banged my head, fell back
whining like the little wussy pants I am, got up carefully, and scribbled down the most
caring Miho-Tenchi lemon to date! Call me biased but I think it's nice. A bit
of it was inspired from the No Need for Tenchi manga,
'Catching Colds', now that I think of it, but to be fair, I think I had the
idea before I got them in the mail.

Rocket Team Power!

--

Jitter Bug

The burning stench of rubber flooded the humid air as
a car zipped its on its way along the already busy freeway. It jerked to the
left violently before sliding back over to the right where a speedy stream of
cars lined the SUV lane. A blade of grass timidly poking through the cracked
asphalt was smoothed to a green bleh as the large
family-mobile sped by. Finally, it seemed to come under order as it fell into a
reasonable line, the blares of voices quelled within.

"This isn't fair!" Ryouko hissed, slumping in her seat. It was bad
enough that Nobuyuki drove like an old woman but it was the icing on the cake
to he listened to the appropriate old woman-music.

"Oh pipe down, Ryouko," Washu gritted, not even turning from her seat
up front. She stared passively out the window, though tempted to blow the radio
into oblivion. She, however, reasoned that enough chaos had come from Ryouko's
wrenching forward, pressing buttons and pulling levers. Nobuyuki was still a
little shaken from her slamming the van into reverse for a moment. However, the
protective presence of Washu gave way to a lesser fear -- unless, of course,
anything was HER doing. "You're only upset because Tenchi couldn't
come."

"That's not true! He COULD come, -- who gets a cold in JULY?!"

Ayeka peeked to her seatmate, though, not willingly. "Mihoshi does. I, for
one, think it was very -princely- of Lord Tenchi to stay and look after
her."

Ryouko huffed, lifting her hand slightly in the attempt to stop her self from
smacking the crap out of the noise-box next to her. "Hush up, you. You're
worse than this American music."

"Hey! Why you-- Well you're worse than CANADIAN music!"

"YOU TAKE THAT BACK!!"

"Girls, please!" Nobuyuki pleaded, anally watching the cars now zip
by him as he dropped ten clicks below the speed limit. He never knew one could
recover from six simultaneous heart attacks so quickly. "My firm RARELY
gives tickets away; you're all lucky they gave me enough! They always kept
looking at me funny each time I said I had a NEW daughter. . . I'm just glad
they haven't asked to meet any of you. . ."

"Oh!" Sasami called, bouncing slightly in her seat next to Katsuhito.
"Where ARE we going?"

"Well! They're sending us off to a beach resort off the coast of Niigata!
Sounds like fun, eh girls?"

Ryouko pouted, her quarrel with Ayeka already dead.
"No. Tenchi won't be there. . ." She stared at the back of Washu's
head, a deep glare etched on her face. "It's so faaarrr!
Why are we �driving-?! I want my Tenchi!" she whined, writhing a bit as
the heat of the mid summer seeped into the vehicle.

"You're such a baby, Ryouko. . ." Ayeka
whispered, glancing over once more. Katsuhito sat quietly, although a little queasy
from Sasami's continuous bounding. That, and it was a
hot day. He smiled though, the humor of the situation not lost on him.

"If I could check up on him I wouldn't be so upset!"

"Sorry, Little Ryouko," Washu muttered, trying to fall back to sleep.
"No powers on this trip. Don't make me get a baby seat."

Ayeka's eyes closed as she heard her seat-mate sneer back to Washu: "Oh
yeah? How would I fit, smarty?" The princess' eyes opened again upon
hearing a small pop and the sound of a locked buckle. Looking over, she quickly
brought both hands up to her face to hide the contorted look of sheer
amusement.

"Kappa!!"

--

"Sorry, t-to--" a sneezed rocked her shaky frame as Mihoshi fell back
to the couch with an awful moan. "Ooo. . ." Tenchi re-entered, smiling gently as he set the
bowl of soup he carried onto the coffee table.

"Mihoshi, don't get up if you
aren't well!" He pulled the thick blanket up and around her shoulders,
readjusting the ice pad on her forehead. She looked up with tired eyes, thanking
him silently.

"Sorry, Tenchi. . . I just don't want to be a
bother. . ."

"Don't worry about it. Washu said you just have a little stomach virus --
probably from that restaurant we went to. . . what was
it? McDonna's or something?" He shook his head, slipping a
thermometer in her mouth. "Something. . . You want some miso?"

She nodded lazily, smiling around the thermometer. "Mmhmm!" He laughed lightly, plucking the
thermometer from her mouth, a small pop sounding as it was pulled from her
lips. Glancing at it, his brow furrowed in concern.

"That's awfully high. . .you better not move
around today. If you need anything, just ask me, okay?" Sneezing, she
nodded.

"Uh, oh. . . I will, Tenchi."

He lapsed into silence, picking up the bowl and bringing the spoon to her
mouth. She obediently opened, sitting up a bit as the warm soup slid into her
body. It spread like fire -- a nice fire, if just a little salty, but she
couldn't fault Tenchi for caring for her.

"Tenchi, why'd you stay? Honorable Father said he'd stay and look over me.
You could have gone with the others and had fun at the beach!"

He paused in his feeding, setting the bowl down again. "Well, not to bad
mouth dad or anything, he isn't the best cook in the world. And besides, he's the
only one of us that can drive, or has the license to. And uh," he mused,
picking the bowl up again before wiping a thin line of soup that escaped to
drip down her chin, "I wouldn't be able to have fun if I knew you weren't
feeling well. On top of that, I'd have Ryouko and Ayeka terrorizing me to
death!" He chuckled but suddenly got very close to her face. "Please
don't tell them I said that."

She smiled hazily, yawning a bit before he spooned another sip of soup to her
lips. She made a bit of an effort to swallow, her throat burning a little.
"That's very sweet of you, Tenchi. Thanks. . ." She giggled as
healthy as she could at the blush that came over Tenchi before the laughter
punctured a pain in her side. "Eii!"
She jerked up a bit, holding her stomach. "Ow!"

Tenchi quickly set the bowl down, gently bringing Mihoshi back to laying down.
"You better get some rest. I'll get you your medicine so you can sleep,
alright?"

"Ah. . . alright. . . sorry I can't finish the
soup. It's good. . ."

"I'll just put it in the fridge. If you want more, I'll heat it up for
you."

She smiled despite the ache. "Thank you, Tenchi."

He returned the grin, carrying the bowl and towel off, returning a moment later
with a small vile. She stuck out her tongue, allowing Tenchi to pipette a few
drops of the medicine into her mouth. She closed her mouth, sighing as she
settled into the couch. "At least Washu made it.
. . taste like bubble gum. . ." She yawned, quickly having escaped a more
realistic world of aches and pains and into a chimerical realm of dreams. And
bubble gum. Tenchi stayed put, moving to a nearby chair.

"Why wouldn't I stay?" he asked of one in particular. "I mean,
I'd do this for anyone. Mostly to protect them from my dad . . ." He
leaned back, watching her sleep. "And knowing him, I'm doing Mihoshi the
biggest favor. . ."

Taking his gaze away for a moment, he looked out the window, watching the mid
day sun sweep over the summer forest. "I wonder how the rest of them are doing?"

--

Ding!

"Sir?"

Ding!

"Eh-excuse me, sir?"

Ding! Ding!

"Mister--"

Washu pushed Ayeka to the side roughly, huffing a bit. "Oh shove off,
Ayeka! Watch and learn." She jumped up, clambering onto the counter and
picked up the bell the hotel receptionist failed to respond to. Slamming the
flat end to the back of his head, she screamed: "Hey! Dick face! Room
us!"

"Yeowch!" the short, balding man cried as
he turned. Sasami tried desperately not to laugh at his sizable nose, turning
to hide her grin. Ayeka rolled her eyes, leaning against the counter top. The
man glared at Washu, who sat of the edge of the counter, and motioned for her
to continue.

"Mr. . . Sniffily?"

"That's SNIVELY," his nasal voice chastised.

"You don't say. Well! We'd like a room, please."

"How many people?"

"Our moneybag-- I mean, Mr. Masaki and Grandfather are parking the
car as we speak. So with them, six." Before he
could begin logging, she held up a finger. "Ah ah! Do you allow pets?"

"Er, yes ma'am, but only of--"

"Excellent!" she squealed, hopping of the counter. "How
about this wolverine?" From nowhere, she plucked a large steeled
cage, rattling the floor. People who were walking by left only dust trails as
their markers.

Mr. Snively sputtered, steeping back from the counter as the beast's growl rang
through the lobby.

"How 'bout this mountain grizzly? This tank of Madagascan fire ants?" Two more sizable
cages shook the room, towering high to the ceiling.

"ONLY ANIMALS CAGED IN CONTAINERS OF TWO CUBIC FEET OR LESS!!" he
shrieked from memory, hiding under the counter.

"Yes, Ms. Washu," Ayeka reprimanded. "And we said no
experiments! This is a vacation!" She sighed, leaning against the counter
once more. "A vacation without Lord Tenchi. . ."

"Don't YOU start, Ayeka." Sasami warned,
stepping near her.

"And if you're going to call Tenchi 'Lord Tenchi', you call ME Little
Washu! Got it?" Turning back to the paled receptionist, Washu dematerialized the cages and animals. Instead, she hefted a
small cage onto the counter. "How about this turtle,
then?"

"Kappa!!" it whined, kicking cedar.

"P-perfectly fine."

"Spectacular!" she plucked the keys from his stiff hand,
lifting the cage as she walked to the complex's interior. "Bill Mr. Masaki
once he's in!"

"Oh, don't be so mad, Ryouko. I got you in for free, didn't I?"

"That's not what I'm mad about," she growled, eying Washu
disdainfully.

"Then for the last time, you should embrace the fact that Tenchi is a nice
enough guy to stay home for one of you--"

"That's not it either, pipsqueak."

"Then what?"

Ryouko growled, opening her door wider so Washu could see in. "I'M ROOMED
WITH AYEKA!"

Washu nodded, stepping across the threshold. "I know." Ryouko slammed
the door, still seething a bit as Ayeka calmly put her
wares away. Washu subtly plucked a bit of plaster from her hair. "It's
meant to be so."

"Why couldn't she stay with Sasami?! They're sisters!"

"You know," Ayeka interjected, "you don't have to talk like I'm
not here."

"Shaddup, you!"

Look," Washu finalized, making it clear that whatever followed would be
unquestionable. "Sasami wanted to stay with me and that's all there is to
it. Unless either one of you want roomed with Father, I suggest you get a
little more friendly. Got it?"

Ryouko sighed in defeat. "Fine."

"Now, give your mommy a kiss."

"NO!" Ryouko shouted curtly, stomping her foot.

"Ryouko," Washu warned, shaking her finger before tapping her cheek.
Swearing silent revenge, Ryouko muttered as she leaned down, giving Washu a
small peck on the cheek. Ryouko quickly righted, crossing her arms as Washu
beamed. "That's my girl! Now, why don't you two go swimming or something;
it's a nice day for that."

"Nah," Ryouko shook her head, moving over to sit on her own bed.
"I'm not in the mood for it. . ." Washu followed, sitting next to
her.

"Look, Ryouko. Don't ruin your trip just because Tenchi isn't here. Think
of it this way. The longer you're away, the more excited he'll be to see you
when you get back." Ayeka's ears perked as she bit her lip, trying not to
break into the mother-daughter moment to tell Washu how wrong she was. After
all, Tenchi probably stayed home to avoid Ryouko.

"Hey yeah!" Ryouko exclaimed brightly,
clapping her hands. "Thanks, Little Washu."

"Just doin' m'job! I'm gonna hit the pool, bye
now!" Washu winked and the bed left a brief depression before re-balancing
as Washu vanished. Ryouko's smile faded slightly when she looked over to Ayeka,
who looked back with a smirk.

"What do YOU want?"

"Very touching, Miss Ryouko."

"Bite me. At least my mom is COOL." Although
it was the only time she'd probably admit it, it was the only thing she had to
throw at the priss.

"Not cooler than my mom!"

Ryouko hopped up, walking around the bed to meet Ayeka halfway. "Bullshit!
My mom could beat your mom!"

"Well I can beat YOU, demon!"

Ding!

--

Tenchi was jerked from his sleep by a bout of violent sneezes and a groan,
forcing his eyes open as he hazily registered that he fell asleep in the chair.
Mihoshi exhaustedly settled back against the couch, moaning pitifully. "Owwy. . ."

Tenchi smiled a bit -- not at the fact that she was in pain; Tenchi isn't that
much of an ass. She was cute when she slept, to say the least. Cuter, he
supposed, when she wasn't sniveling like a little kid. He shifted, sitting up,
and got to his feet. He stretched, not taking his eyes away from Mihoshi's now
still form. He moved behind the couch, leaning on pillows on the sofa's top as
he looked down to her soft face.

"At least she doesn't clamber all over me -- she sure is refreshing."
He chuckled a bit before a pillow slipped forward, toppling down and on Mihoshi
chest. She grunted a bit, stirred, and opened a blurry eye.

"Tenchi. . .?"

He casually reached down, grasping the pillow and placed it back on the couch.
"Hiya Mihoshi, Sorry for waking you," he
mumbled quietly.

She yawned, sitting up. "Oh, my! I feel so much
better!"

"Oh? Can you walk?" He moved around, grasping her hand as she pushed
the blanket aside. She shakily got to her bare feet before slipping back and
into Tenchi's arms.

"Ei!" The strength
was gone from her legs entirely, as she leaned on Tenchi for total support.
"I guess. . . not. . ." He shifted his
grasp, hugging her just below her softer parts. She felt a woozy rush flow back
to her head as her betraying ill-will flooded back in.

"You're really warm, you'd better lie back
down." He sat them down, Mihoshi still leaning against him. "Do you
want more soup?" he asked gently, mindlessly stroking his hand along her
side.

"N-no. . . it's alright. . . Tenchi.
. ." she sighed, settling against him. "Thanks for the help. .
." She yawned again, and kissed his cheek. "You're so nice. . ."

She zonked out then and there, the upset in balance toppling him over. He froze
as she practically used him as a bed, squishing him against the couch. Unable
to move, he laughed inwardly, realizing that Mihoshi managed to pin him -- no
pun intended.

So, she doesn't clamber. No way. She's just much more subtle.

--

"Little Washu, I wish you hadn't ordered so much on room service!!"

She looked up, peeking through her sunglasses at
Nobuyuki who'd decided to join her at the pool. Whether to
ogle her or the others girls was still undecided. She shrugged, leaning
back against her pool recliner. "I like trying new things. I've never had
a whole liquor cabinet at the touch of my fingers!"

"But, you can do anything! You have a lab!!"

"Yeah, but not enough Tequila." She
chortled, sipping at her glass.

"Oi.
. ." was his final complaint as his mind sought the curves of her
body to compensate for so much money lost.

"You know, this could be considered pedophilic since I'm such an adorable
thirteen-year old, Honorable Father."

"Point taken." Before he could move along, a
loud crash sounded several stories above as a few panes of glass shattered,
sprinkling bits of glass down like deadly rain. Washu watched with a bored,
tense look as the other pool-goers ran for their lives from the sharp shower.

"Damnit."

Nobuyuki cried gently as he observed the staggered room. Floorboards stuck up
through the burning carpet, ceiling beams planted in the walls -- one had cut a
particularly nice hole through the smoldering TV. Washu stood at the foot of
the double bed, tapping her foot as she looked to the two warriors sheepishly
glancing up to her. Ryouko was considerably more charred than Ayeka.

"I'm severely disappointed in you two."

"Ayeka's fault," Ryouko muttered quietly.

"Quiet! Neither of you say a word! I took Ryouko's powers away for a
reason, so use your head Ayeka. It'll be a little harder for Ryouko to fight
back." Ryouko squirmed, looking away in a huff. "I'm going to fix
this room to spare Nobuyuki's sanity, and you two are going to stay in it the
rest of the trip!"

"What?!" they rang in unison.

"You heard me! This is intolerable behavior and you two are going to at
least TRY to work out some differences. Is that clear?"

Ryouko hopped up, coming face to. . . well, face with
Washu. The genius was considerable more intimidating when in adult form. Ryouko
was also irked to find herself a little shorter.
"You can't! I'll die of prissiness!" Washu simply pointed to the bed.

"SIT!"

Ryouko obediently did so, as Ayeka quietly spoke up. "Mis--
Lit--. . . Washu, this is considerably unfair. I doubt we'll survive."

Washu grunted, snapping her fingers as the room began to right itself. "Deal with it, Ayeka. Don't be so
melodramatic." As the room came back to working order, Washu walked out
the door. Peeking back in, she gave deathly glares to both of the girls.
"If you TOUCH this door, you'll regret it. Have all room service sent to
my room, and I'll get it here. And keep it reasonable!" The door slammed,
causing both roommates to hop.

Ayeka sighed as she was thwapped in the back of the
head. "Ow."

"Thanks a lot, Ayeka."

"Ryouko, don't. I'm tempted to blow you out the window again, but Washu's
right. It'll do us no good to fight."

Ryouko snorted, smacking Ayeka again. "Don't talk to ME like a little kid.
But as much as I want to take you on in a REAL fight, Washu's right."

Ayeka growled, returning the smack. "Then stop hitting me, cretin."

Ryouko lightly punched Ayeka's shoulder. "Get off my case."

Ayeka returned it, glaring at the demon. "Cut it out, wench." Ryouko
paused before diving over and tackling Ayeka off the bed.

Washu stood at the foot of the bed, huffing as she shook her fist as the two
now handcuffed to the headboard. "AND DON'T MOVE!!" She stormed out,
a series of clicks sounding on the outside.

"Hussy."

"Priss."

"Whore."

"You wanna watch the spice channel?"

Ayeka was silent for a moment before kicking the remote up and into her hand.
"Okay."

A few hours later, Washu finally relented and let them move about freely.
However, they were still forbidden from leaving. Ryouko blankly stared at the
TV, lying on her stomach. The erotic scenes did nothing to quell any yearnings
she had. Ayeka had lost interest shortly before, and was trying to get a bit of
sleep under the red and itchy top cover. This word 'Comfort' in the Inn's title
was a little betraying. The soft yellow light already out, Ayeka squirmed a bit
at the mainly bluish color radiating from the TV screen.

"I miss Tenchi," Ryouko muttered tiredly, staring at the scene.

"Go to bed, Ryouko."

"But I miss Tenchi. . ."

"I heard you. So do I. Go to sleep."

Ryouko almost repeated herself, but switched off the TV as she turned around
and lay herself down next to her bane. She flinched, a bit of arousal still
burning below her waist. "Maybe the Spice channel wasn't such a good idea.
. ."

She slipped under the blankets as the room darkened, instantly phasing out of
her clothing. She pushed them over the side of the bed and lay flat on her
back, staring up at the ceiling as various colors from the streets poured up
through the window. She shifted, grunting at the thoughts of Tenchi mingling
with the last few things she saw on the television.

"Damnit," she grumbled, a hand resting between her legs. "Just
be quiet about it. . ." she whispered to herself, a bout of stroking
slowly getting under way. She whimpered a bit, wishing desperately that she'd
gotten sick.

Suddenly, the thin blanket was a problem for the heated pirate. Ryouko sighed
in a low rumble, phasing up and above the sheets. The cool air attacked her
sheen skin, exciting her just a bit more -- certainly enough to get her moving
faster. A large bead of sweat dripped from her forehead, flying off when Ryouko
whipped her head to the side. Perhaps it was her resettling on the bed or the
moderately loud moan she made when she made contact with a certain body part;
whatever the cause, Ayeka had suddenly awaken.

"Ryouko?" she asked quietly without turning. "What are you
doing?"

"Nothing!" Ryouko grimaced; she said it far
too quickly and far too high-pitched for Ayeka not to notice.

"Alright. . . g'night."
Ryouko waited, but that was all she had to say. Like a kid getting away with
stealing a cookie from the jar, Ryouko smiled and went back to what she was
doing. She paid no mind as Ayeka shifted next to her; she was already fast
asleep in the mangled sheets. Ryouko's eyes dimmed and unfocused for a moment
as her search took on more urgency.

"A-aah. .
."

Everything came back to crisp clarity, however, once Ayeka rolled over, facing
her, unconsciously wrapping her arms around Ryouko's more active one. Ryouko
stilled, unable to move her hand from her crotch due to Ayeka's firm grasp.
What was perhaps more unsettling was that Ayeka's leg had also wrapped itself
over Ryouko's.

"Princess, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" Ryouko hissed,
letting go of her breast as she raised her fist to punch Ayeka from here to Sendai. Seeing the
princess sleep soundly, however, took the shock out of the actions. Trying to
writhe out of Ayeka's grip, Ryouko muttered to herself in both a playful and
menacing mixture: "You better be thinking about
Tenchi."

Ryouko's escaping movement, however, only brought a tighter grasp and a grimace
as Ayeka snuggled closer, draping her other arm across Ryouko's chest. Ryouko
took a moment to catch the strong scent of Ayeka's breath before coming to the
hopeful conclusion.

"No wonder she's Ms. Touchy-Feely; she's plastered. When'd she get sake up
here?" The pirate attempted to move again, but it occurred to her that
movement brought of squeezing, and considering the fact that she was still on
the tip of her adventure, it didn't help matters. "Well I can't stay like
this, what if Washu finds out?!"

She moaned a bit as Ayeka began squeezing on her own. "What are you doing,
Princess," Ryouko muttered, not really caring that it was her anymore. She
may as well finish what she started and the help she was getting made it seem
all that more real. Consequences would come tomorrow, but at the time, tomorrow
seemed to be a long way off. Trying to avoid thinking about her bedmate, Ryouko
went back to her original task with just a little bit of aid.

An undulating feeling swept over Ryouko as she moaned again, sighing as she
fell loose against the bed. She sighed a name, mutedly
hearing Ayeka do the same.

"Tenchi. . ."

--

Tenchi awoke once again, surprised to find himself alone. He sat up on the
couch, looking about as he refolded the blanket. "Mihoshi?"
Hearing no answer, he got to his feet, making way for the kitchen. He looked
back to the couch briefly, frowning. She sure was comfortable. . .

He peeked into the kitchen, seeing Mihoshi sit on the counter, looking down at
a cup of tea she'd prepared for herself. "Mihoshi?"

She looked up, startled as she set the tea down. "Tenchi!
I was uh, just. . . I was feeling a little better, and I suppose it was
greedy-- I mean silly! Silly, of me to uhm. . . lie all over you and--"

"Mihoshi, don't worry about it. You were tired."

"Yeah. . . Tired. And I
didn't mean to kiss you, I just wanted to thank you
for being so nice!" She tipped her head to the side, hopping off the
counter. "Know what I mean?"

He chuckled again, moving over to take her hand as he guided her back to the
living room. She blushed a bit, but let him move her. "I said don't worry
about it. Besides, it was a sweet gesture." Stopping in the living room,
he turned to her, still not letting go of her hand. "So, are you feeling
better?"

She looked down at where they touched, sighing as her rubicund blare deepened.
He followed the gaze and abruptly let go, a crimson overtaking him as well.
"Sorry," he mumbled, sitting on the couch. "Do you want to watch
TV?"

She shook her head, taking place next to him. "No. . . how
about some music?"

"Oh, sure." He feigned a smile, preparing
himself for some sort of techno-pop-groove as she hopped up and bounced over to
the stereo. At least she was feeling more lively.

"Oh! A waltz! Do you wanna dance, Tenchi?"

Surprised, he stood, walking over. "Dance? Waltz?
I. . . don't really know how."

"All the more fun!" she laughed, loading the CD. "I'll teach
you!" She grasped his hands, pulling him over to the open floor behind the
couch and by the stairs. He nodded blankly as she placed his right hand on her
hip and grasped his other. Strauss boomed through the speakers, You and You, opus 367 from Die Fledermaus ringing a bit familiar in his ears.

"That is, if you don't mind me
leading." She giggled as he shook his head and began moving. "Waltz's
are traditionally done in three, so it's a li'l tricky for beginners. But just
remember," she tapped his nose with a finger from the hand resting over
his shoulder and smiled. "One, two, three!"

Tenchi picked up rather quickly, stepping forward and completing the motion on
three with a bit of a bounce. He grinned, seeing the joviality written all over
Mihoshi's face. The music picked up, the violins doing their eighth-note runs.
"This is fun! Where did you learn to dance?"

"Well," she mused, looking up a moment in thought. "I minored in
musical theory and dance, so I suppose that's your answer."

"Oh? What other dances do you know?" She startled him by hopping
back, clapping.

"We'll do my favorite!" she squealed, racing over to the stereo,
nearly tripping headlong over the rise to the table. He made a bit a move to go
catch her, but she was still on her feet, and was soon quickly changing the CD.

"What's your favorite?"

She turned as an Argentinean beat filled the room, the festive sounds of many
years of culture sweeping around the summer's day home. "The
Tango!" Tenchi gulped as she moved over to him, holding him.

"Mihoshi, even I know this is really
hard to do! I'll never get it!"

She grinned, pushing up against him. "Just follow my lead."

Several hours later, Tenchi elated as he held Mihoshi close to him on the final
beat of the dance. "I got it!" he gasped, tightly pressed to Mihoshi.
"That was great!" he panted, stumbling a bit as the adrenaline began
to slow.

"You did very well, Tenchi. . ." Mihoshi
said just above a whisper, the hours of dancing finally draining all her
energy. She sighed a moment, finding the feeling of their now more scantly clad
persons together not only exhilarating but, in her mind, right. It was finally
her chance -- Mihoshi just couldn't get herself to chase Tenchi as the other
girls had.

A few hours prior, the heat of the dance had begun to get to them and they got
into more relieving clothing. In the rush of seeing Tenchi's frame so well
outlined, she thought she heard him say something about never having worn a
wife-beater in front of a girl before. Mihoshi had let her blouse open, the
expose undergarment doing nothing to affect Tenchi, (at least, to negative
terms). He was, to say the least, determined to get it right.

Whether the pheromones swimming through his brain, the breasts pressed against
his chest, or the cutest face he'd ever seen, the kiss he'd given Mihoshi was
most unexpected. It was rigid, much to do with its impromptu nature. However,
it sank into a more fluid motion, ending sharply when Tenchi pulled back.
Mihoshi looked at him questioningly with a tiny mewl as he stuttered a reply.

They ran off in opposite directions, their apologies still hanging in the air.

--

"I am not a nymphomaniac!!" Ryouko dodged another book as Ayeka
continued to scream, pausing occasionally to wipe at herself in mock-disgust.
When they'd woken up that morning, it was not a pretty sight. At least, it
wasn't a pretty sight, depending on the spectator. Hell was surely raised.

Ryouko pulled her sleeves down, ducking under another book. Ayeka's attitude
put a severe chill in the room -- Ryouko was suddenly glad she brought her blue
and yellow number. "Then don't grab my breasts."

"YOU MUST HAVE PUT MY HANDS THERE!!" Whipping another book at her
Ayeka sat on the bed with a grunt. Ryouko caught the book, bonking Ayeka on the
head.

"Pipe down, you!" Ryouko walked around, standing before the princess.
"In all fairness, it's your fault."

"Then why didn't you stop me?" Ayeka hissed. "Wait until Lord
Tenchi finds out that Ryouko likes the company of ladies!"

Ryouko smirked, hefting her breasts. "Guess whose fingers were all over my
boobies!" Ryouko let herself go, placing her hands on her hips.
"Look, we're both apparently very explorative people, and we both miss
Tenchi. Washu wanted us to resolve some issues, so I think I have an
idea."

Ayeka glared at her, crossing her arms over her chest. "No
way. Never."

Ryouko put her hands up to her face, donning the most innocent look she could.
"Oh it's so soft, Lord Tenchi! Squeezy squeezy!"

"You cut that out!" Ryouko dropped her hands and sat next to
Ayeka, leaning back on the bed.

"Listen, it's going to be a long trip. We've still got a few more days
left locked up in here, and I don't think we'll get by with playing
Scrabble."

"And you're proposing sex?! You're viler than I thought!"

"Actually," Ryouko chuckled, "I was just proposing that Washu
perhaps give each of us stimulatory aids." She paused. "I mean, vibrators. I had no intention of touching you in the
least." Ryouko grinned at Ayeka's intense blushing as the princess buried
her face in her hands. "Where was YOUR mind, princess sex-me-up?"

Ayeka kept quiet, turning away from Ryouko. The pirate continued to grin and
quietly crawled up behind her. In a flash, she grasped Ayeka's chest, giving
two fierce squeezes. "Unless you really wanna do it, of
course!"

Washu's eyebrow twitched as she heard the shatter of glass from a few stories
up. The others around the pool pointed up to the figure flying out the window.
Washu sighed, snapping her fingers, and the figure u-turned, zipping back into
the building.

"Whatever," Washu muttered.

"Aha! Got you now, Ayeka!" Ryouko drove back
through the window, pushing Ayeka up against the wall. The princess shrieked,
suddenly finding it very hard to overpower the oni.

"Let me go, you! You've already caused me enough trouble!"

Ryouko grinned, pressing Ayeka into the wall. "That little suggestion of
yours did give me an idea! After all, there's no substitute for the real thing,
right?"

Ayeka recoiled, grimacing. "You're kidding me!"

Ryouko smirked, phasing them out of their clothing.
Ayeka squirmed as the pirate hungrily closed in. "You started it."

--

Tenchi milled around his room, still in his clothing from the night before. Not
having slept a wink, he was indeed tired, but his thoughts hadn't wavered a bit
from last night. He hadn't left his room all day, either, as it closed around
sunset. Sure, it was a barely a night, a simple kiss; but let it be considered
that when its done in the swarm of five ladies after your heart, kissing one of
them is pretty much marking your territory.

That had been all Tenchi posed for the past few hours. Had he kissed her
because he really wanted to, or was it the heat of the moment? (Granted, it was
indeed a heated moment.) He sighed, only really remembering how good and even
guiltless it felt. He wanted that kind of a touch again, but how right was it
when all the girls didn't have their fair chance?

Then again, Mihoshi was never the most boisterous when it came to admitting her
love for Tenchi. With Ryouko and Ayeka in the way, she went pretty well
unnoticed on those terms. So, in a sense, this WAS fair play.

Man, he was really hungry.

He turned to a thump at the door and what sounded like the
skitter of feet. Quickly, he padded over and jerked the door open,
seeing Mihoshi slow to a stop as she moved away from his door. She was already
on the stairs but couldn't quite make her get-a-way. She cringed, knowing she
was caught and stood still until she felt him approach. She turned quickly,
stepping up to the hallway, trying to speak as he gently took hold of her
shoulders.

"I'm uh. . . sorry. . . Mihoshi."

She nodded, not looking away as neither attempted to move.

"I guess it was a little uncalled for and I was being impetuous when I
shouldn't have been. . ."

"Uh huh. . ."

There was click at the window on the landing as a summer's breeze carried a
twig through the air and against the house before Tenchi wrapped his arms
around Mihoshi, the girl pushing herself into him in a fierce kiss. Neither
noticing that they hadn't changed their clothing since the night before, they
stumbled back into Tenchi's room, Tenchi more carrying Mihoshi than leading
her.

It was probably the pheromones.

Mihoshi whined mutedly as she tightened her hold on Tenchi, melting into him
when his hand traced down the curve of her spine to rest on the small of her
back. She shivered a bit as a house-wind crept through and up the back of her
shirt. In a swift motion, -- surprisingly swift -- Tenchi and Mihoshi were
lying down.

Dusk was carried away as night quickly settled, a bright moon shining down upon
them through the skylight. The soft room light countered the moonbeams,
creating a gentle ambience for the night's embrace.

She frowned a bit as his hands left her back to hold him upright, but it only
prompted him to lightly nip her pouting lip. She sighed, letting her mouth drop
open to welcome Tenchi's more daring and seeking kisses. Gingerly, he balanced
his weight on his knees as he straddled her mid section and moved his hands to
her sides where his palms met her warming skin. She cooed softly as he pulled
back, sitting up with a blaring blush on his face.

"Mihoshi, I. . ." he swallowed, finding it hard to suppress more
awakened urges. "I won't do anything unless you
want me to."

Mihoshi smiled warmly, laughing a bit at his stumbling kindness. "I don't
think I would have kissed you unless I wanted this. .
. and I want it, Tenchi. . . Please."

He nodded, returned the smile as a minor flood of innocence returned to the
previously lust-fueled embrace. Tenchi kissed her once more before pushing his
hand up and under her light, pink top, quickly pulling it up over her head. He
slid down a bit, kissing along Mihoshi's neck, praising every single thing he'd
read in his father's library. Shifting to the side a bit as his legs tangled
with Mihoshi's, he snaked his fingers up over her stomach, which earned a small
laugh, before they came to rest on her generous breasts. Compelled by every
instinct he had, he squeezed lightly, the laughter drowning into a throatier
attempt to gasp.

"Ah! Oh my. . ."

A rumble of a moan came from her throat as she pressed back into the bed,
bringing her hand to lie on his as it gently kneaded her. "Tenchi. . ." she sighed, tightening her legs around his
thigh. He lightly bit at her neck, moving up a ways to tug slightly on her ear.
Arching her back, she pressed his hand down, forcing him to squeeze tightly.

Mihoshi squeaked in delight, bring her other hand down
to cup herself. She laughed a bit in a hallucinogenic trance as she felt the
press of Tenchi into her stomach. Moving her hand from between her legs, she
kindly went to his, undoing the tie on his pants.

Tenchi let go of her ear and left the hand Mihoshi had on her breast to its own
devices as he moved his down to slip under the waist of her pants. She made a
small panting sound as he kissed down her collarbone and clavicle before
meeting with the ministrations of her busy digits. She was wonderfully shocked
when his lips met with a fingertip, enclosing his mouth around her index
finger. The detective sighed heavily, squirming a bit as he undid her pants and
made his way under the hem of her underwear. She felt every single movement as
his wiry fingers slid over the tuft and lay to rest below.

"Tenchiiiii. . ." she
whined, straining against his hands.

A long moan, a sultry moan, came from Mihoshi as a few brave digits made their
way through to a slicker, hotter environment. With a ragged movement, Mihoshi
finally undid the tie on Tenchi's pants causing them to hang loose, barring a
few taut regions, of course. With a bit of a struggle, as scents battered her
nose and as sensations shock-waved over her body, she pushed them down to free
the thing Tenchi was probably most proud of.

It relaxed a bit, resting on Mihoshi's hip, as Tenchi worked his fingers
intricately over her as his tongue moved over the slightly salty and sweaty
surfaces of her breasts. Just moments ago, Mihoshi nearly snapped her bra's
clip in two after he finish sucking on her fingers.
The said garment lay flung on the floor as his and her pants joined them.

"Eii. . .Tenchi. .
." she cried a whimper as a vigorous rush came to his digits. If Washu
thought she had magic fingers, she'd never seen Tenchi at work. Mihoshi lay panting
on the bed, panting and whining as his mouth worked spiritedly over her
breasts, finding nipples and suckling heavily. She made the occasionally move
to try and return the favor, but the angle was too difficult and Tenchi was
just making her feel too damn good.

"Tenchi!" she shouted sharply as she attempted to tighten her legs
around his hand. Unknown to Tenchi, the side of his index finger had been
rubbing heavily on her clit after his middle finger had made its loose
entrance; in a wrench, Mihoshi arched her chest into Tenchi's face, clamping
her legs together. She shuddered, weakly crying his name.

In a bit of a splat, Mihoshi's final undergarment joined the rest of her
clothing on the floor.

Lazily, she smiled up to Tenchi as he sat up once more. Wordlessly, though
tiredly, she traced lines on his chest before freeing him of his shirt. A flush
still stained his face as he looked down at her, although with an equally
affectionate smile as she gave him.

He hesitated before shifting, squaring himself over her as per her quiet
request. There was a small exchange of 'are you ready?'s and bit of a nervous laugh before an explosion of
lights were at their eyes. The death of a star paled to that of a spark in
comparison to the canvas of colors and flashes they shared.

Tenchi was in. In the back of his mind, he was a little disappointed to find
that she was not a virgin (to the best that he could tell -- she was an active
girl, after all), but that was her business, and it didn't really affect the
fact that he had her now. At least he had her. Drunkenly, Mihoshi looked up to
him, grinning at the pleasured shock on his face. She closed her eyes as he
shakily swept a lock of hair out of her eyes, catching a small bead of sweat
with his finger as it rolled off her forehead. He moved his hands back to
either side of her, precariously balanced no matter how well he placed his
hands.

He held his breath before pulling back and then pushing forward, gasping as the
motion picked up. Mihoshi arched her knees over the edges of the mattress,
gripping the bed. She clutched at the sheets weakly, already a little spent
from her previous adventure.

"Mihoshi . . . " he mumbled, the rest of his
sentence drowned in a more primal grunt as his hands slipped and he dropped to
his elbows. He kissed her, rubbing his tongue along her teeth. Mihoshi limply
brought her hands up to his face, keeping him still as she hungrily returned
the sloppy osculation. Bucking her hips, she settled into a gyrating motion as
blasts of musk circled around the room. The scents intoxicated them both,
driving them faster along the slick-run road.

Then it was over. Tenchi jerked forward, sweeping his hands through her hair as
he drowned in an unfocused burst and cut loose a flood into Mihoshi. She fell
away from her approaching climax as Tenchi dropped next to her, completely
spent. He opened an eye to gaze at her, a bit of an apologetic look on his
face.

"It's okay, Tenchi. . ." she snuggled next
to him, not attempting to undo any tangles that remained in their limbs.
"There'll be a next time. . ."

Tenchi laughed a bit, bringing a sheet up around them. "I guess you're
right."

"What do. . . you think we can do before the
others get back?"

From above, Ryou-ohki's nose stopped bleeding long enough for her to settle
back on the rafter as the clouds blotted out the moon above. The light clicked
off and the heat slowly began to drop. "Miya. . ."

--

Mr. Snively waved to the group as they exited the motel, the entire vacation
cut short after Nobuyuki lost the tickets in the pool and after Washu had a
nervous breakdown.

Sasami ran ahead to the car as Ryouko walked through the revolving doors, a
smile on her face. Ayeka soon followed, a red shrouded
frown on hers. She fell into step beside Ryouko, nudging her. "You didn't
have to be so rough. . ."

"That's how I like it, princess." Ryouko patted her shoulder,
chuckling. "And don't you dare tell me it didn't get YOU going."

Ayeka was silent, doing nothing to hide her blush. She jerked when Ryouko
froze, eyes widening to that of dinner plates. "Tenchi.
. . ?" Ayeka looked back, crossing her arms.

"What? What about Tenchi?"

Ryouko swayed as though struck with a ten-ton brick. "Looks like we're in
cahoots, princess. . ." Before she could question, Ryouko grabbed her
head, kissing her roughly. Ayeka froze, but leaned into it. Vacations were good
on the nerves, at least.

Washu turned back when he heard Nobuyuki's stuttering and shrugged.
"Great, so I've raised a lesbian, too."

In the car, Katsuhito sighed as he leaned against the window. "Sasami,
please don't bounce."

-The end

As of 05.30.03:

I think I might add more to the sex
sometime . . . it is a bit lacking.

As of 05.01.04:

No, I won't. It's about the cuteness, I
swear. Hey, if you want hardcore sex, read the Book Return series.

As of 05.15.05:

I'm all flushed now. Thanks a lot,
Mihoshi.
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