The Proposal

The private detective told me approximately when Mousse usually went home, so I strategically placed the limo along the route that he normally walks. I know that he has a car, but prefers to walk, as the building he works in is only twenty minutes walk from his home.

I sat there feeling like a nervous stalker and watched the people walking by, searching for Mousse. When he actually appeared, I couldn't believe it was him at first. He looked not like the beautiful boy he’d been, he'd become a man. He looked elegantly handsome, his features the perfect combination of pretty and handsome. He walked with confidence and no longer darted nervously about like he used to. The well cut black suit added an air of sophistication that the younger Mousse never possessed. I thought at first that he’d cut off his luxurious hair and mourned its loss, until I spotted the tight, neat braid tapping his butt with each stride. I couldn't get over the transformation in him, but then realized that he could hardly occupy a position as powerful as his and wear his baggy white robe.
I swallowed nervously and opened the window and called out "Mousse is that you?" as if I’d spotted him purely by accident and he wasn't my reason for coming to Hong Kong. I needed him right now; I needed the comfort of an old friend in my tumultuous marriage and.......something else.

Mousse

I was mulling over the end of my marriage, I’d confronted Shampoo about ‘Uncle’ Chang and she broke down and confessed it all. We had the first real talk that we had had in a long time and she told me everything. She hated Hong Kong, it was too crowded and busy for her and she missed being treated like royalty. In the village she’d been a big fish in a small pond, In Hong Kong she was just another Chinese girl with an unusual hair colour. She didn’t like how people expected her to be subservient to me, to clean our house, to cook our meals, shop for us, take care of my clothes and brushed my shoes. That wasn’t the way that either one of had been raised. We’d both done these things together, but that this was expected of her was enough.

She’d met Chang at a farmers market one day, soon after we moved here and it was love at first sight, he was a pleasant, uncomplicated man who actually was a farmer. He was handsome, worshiped the ground that she walked on and was completely submissive to her desires; the way a proper Amazon husband is supposed to be. That was what she wanted. I wasn’t like that anymore. So I did the best thing I could think of for my oldest friend and granted her a no fault divorce. It was the least I could do, she didn’t love me and she was miserable living in the city. I made a deal with her that she would move no further then Chang’s farm, so that I could see our children a few nights a week and on weekends. She agreed and happily joined her new love in his small town that outlays the Hong Kong proper. I tried to be mad and jealous when I met Chang, but couldn’t be. He was a nice, handsome guy who promised me that he wouldn’t dream of letting my girls think of him as being their father. He would remain Uncle Chang.

So I let the most gorgeous, dangerous woman that I’d ever loved go. I don’t think that I even loved her at that point; I’d finally given up on her. We were only ever meant to be friends and I now knew this. I now lived alone in our huge house when the girls don’t visit. The only companion I have these days is a golden retriever that I adopted, who Ming had named Goldie. She has a bright, pleasant personality and at least someone’s happy to see me when I get home now. I only had the girls for this before.

I was mulling this over when I heard someone call my name. I turned and started in surprise to see Nabiki leaning out of the limo that I’d spotted a few blocks away. “Nabiki is that you?” I said in surprise. She hadn’t changed much, her face had matured a bit, but she still looked like the same naughty play partner she’d been to me back then. Her face held her signature smirk, but she seemed glad to see me.

“Long time no see!” she said in amusement.

I leaned down to stare into the window “what are you doing in Hong Kong?” I asked.

She shrugged causally and said “Kuno Enterprises is considering purchasing a factory that has come up with a revolutionary new microwave dinner tray and Kuno Baby was busy so I offered to check it out for him” she said. “I didn’t know you lived here” she said innocently.

I laughed at this “Oh come on, I know you’ve been keeping tabs on me” I teased.

“Hop in, I’ll take you home” she said evasively.

“I’m almost there” I pointed out.

“Well, why don’t you let me take you out to dinner? It’s been so long since I last saw you and we’ve got a lot of catching up to do” she suggested.

“Actually I have a dog at home what needs to go out. Perhaps you would like to come over so I can make you dinner. We can open a bottle of wine and get caught up?” I offered.

She quirked her eyebrow at me and said “you’re on Mousse baby” She slipped over as I stepped into the limo with her.

She seemed intrigued about all aspects of my house and my life. I bet if she was alone in the house, she would snooped into every nook and cranny. She looked curiously at all the pictures of my daughters. I’d taken down my wedding pictures as they were too painful for me to look at. “They both have your eyes” she observed.

“Family genetic quirk, it doesn’t matter whether it’s a male or a female marrying into our family, all of our children get the dominate green eyes” I explained.

“They’re adorable, the older one looks more like Shampoo, but the younger one looks more like you. She has your hair” she observed. I swear for a second that Nabiki blinked away a tear; this seemed out of place for my friend.

“They’re names are Ming and Lian. Its true Lian, looks more like me everyday” I said; now I was getting a lump in my throat. This was the hardest part of the divorce; that they live with their mother. I missed them everyday.

I couldn’t help but appreciate Nabiki’s stunning good looks. She wore a tight fitting burgundy business suit with a gun metal grey camisole underneath, giving the severe cut of the suit a feminine touch. Not that she could ever be mistaken for a man. She’d filled out a bit in the hips, but other then that, still had the same mouth watering figure. She had kept her bob, but had rinsed it a mahogany colour that did wonders for her softly tanned skin and large chocolate brown eyes. She looked expensive but not for sale. I felt a tightening in my groin as it had been months since I was with a woman, but chose to ignore it. I wasn’t ready to date yet and Nabiki wasn’t mine to claim.

“You’ve done alright for yourself” she observed.

Nabiki

“You’ve done alright for yourself” I observed and took a sip of the rich red wine that he’d given me.

He smiled at me in the way that used to make me wet with desire and his eyes took on a teasing gleam. “Yes, thanks to you. You don’t think I don’t know who gave me that scholarship, landed me my first job and the sub sequential promotions since then?” he asked.

He’d removed his suit jacket and tie, but still wore his white dress shirt, form fitting vest and slim pleated pants. They suited his slim frame in a way that his robe and baggy pants never had. They showcased his wide shoulders, powerful chest and slim waist. He’d released his hair from the braid, so it lay loose and kinked from being bound that way. It gleamed in the light of the fake fireplace that he’d lit for us. That his hair was kinked disturbed me somehow, I found myself longing to wet it and brush it until it lay as straight as rain as it was meant to be. He looked good enough to eat.

I shrugged at him, noticing the he was even taller then before and had filled out a bit, the adult Mousse was even more delectable then the teenaged one had been and knew it. “I didn’t do much; I just gave you the tools. You did this yourself. It was easy; I bribed someone at your school to send me copies of your progress reports and then put your name in for the scholarship, and then selected you myself. After you graduated, I had a dinner party and the President of China chose to attend. I mentioned to him about an up and coming recent graduate and he mentioned a job opening. He liked the fact that you’re an Amazon male. He said that someone has to help those poor pussy whipped bastards, his words, not mine. The promotions were of your own doing” she concluded.

“You mean that you actually had Hu Jintoa to a dinner party?” he asked me incredulously.

I shrugged “you’d be surprised who turns up at these things” I said.

“Nabiki, I’m grateful, but why did you do it?” he asked me.

“You’re really intelligent and I wanted you to have options, you could have turned them down if you wanted. Why should your only compliments be how well you swept your house or made tea?” I said.

He put down his wine glass and looked thoughtful “my time spent with you changed me, I would have never thought to even pursue a higher education before, let alone get my degree. You inspired all of this” he said gesturing around him. “I owe you a lot”

“Even though my interfering ended your marriage?” I asked. He’d given me the gist of his divorce and I guessed the rest.

“That had nothing to do with you; you just gave me choices as you said. I could have put the white robe on and taken her back to the village at any point, but that wasn’t who I was anymore. I can’t live by their narrow rules anymore. I’ve changed; this is where I need to be. I’m the first male in my tribe to get his degree and hope to inspire to others to do the same. Even Cologne said she was proud of me and you know that she’s always hated me. I’m even trying to set up a scholarship to for other Amazon males” he explained.

“I can set that up for you” I volunteered.

He smiled tenderly at me “thank you Nabiki, you always were there for me when no one else was” he said softly. It was a lover’s voice and made me think about happier, simpler times. Us hiding out and trying to find places to meet, stealing kisses in alleyways and behind the dojo and then the last time I saw him when we’d made love. I started crying at how complicated my life had become, of how I was almost desperate for the love of a man who scorned me. “Nabs, what’s wrong?” he asked pulling me into the comforting circle of his arms.

“K-Kuno never loved me, he only married me because I was Akane’s sister” I sobbed against his lean powerful chest.

He shook his head and looked at me with those expressive eyes of his “I find that impossible to believe. There’s no way that any man could get beneath your so-called cold exterior and not love the warm, softhearted girl that hides there” he assured me.

“Did you love me?” I asked him.

Mousse

“Did you love me?” she asked me. I frowned and thought about what to say. Nabiki was not only the first girl that I’d ever slept with, but the first to show genuine affection for me. I thought I was ugly, scrawny and stupid back then. She was the first one to tell me that I was attractive and my slimly muscular body just as appealing as Kuno’s, Ranma’s and Ryoga’s more defined ones. She made me feel special and treated me like my opinions counted. Heck she didn’t ridicule or hit me. She was probably the first friend I made in Nerima, Shampoo being my other one, whom I’d alienated long ago with my constant harassments. I was lonely back then and longed to make friends but didn’t know how to go about it; I didn’t know that you had to extend friendship first. Nabiki had sex with me, she took care of me when I was injured and didn’t ask for anything in return. I still blush when I remember how she helped me dress after I’d dislocated my shoulder. It was humiliating as she first tugged my underwear and then my pants up my legs and did up the drawstring. I wasn’t used to needing help and I prided myself on my independence. She seemed to notice and told me that she’d helped me out of them so often, that it was time she helped me dress. Dr. Tofu must have known that there was something going on between us, after all she was always with me when I transformed naked from duck form. But he never said anything. It’s not like I could have dated her if I wanted to back then, she could have never proudly proclaimed that I was her boyfriend even if I hadn’t had Shampoo. There’s no way a pretty popular girl like her could have dated the local dweeb. Now’s a different story, but it was too late for that.

“In my way, it’s more like the love of a good friend. I still feel the same way” I replied.

“I feel the same; there will always be something between us” she said tearfully, I stroked her soft hair and then she leaned up and kissed me softly. I cupped the apples of her cheeks and kissed her back, starving for affection after losing my wife and family. Her lips were so soft and the moist depths of her mouth tasted of wine and longing. I tried to imagine suggesting that she leave her loveless marriage and come here to live with me. I knew I could more then support the both of us. Of us sharing many bottles of wine together and talking about the weather, politics, the economy, anything! Of us traveling together and making love every night. It would a fine life, no more loneliness. But again she wasn’t mine to claim. She needed a chance to get her marriage back on track without my interference. So I gently pushed her away.

“Nabiki we shouldn’t, you’re married” I said

“Please Mousse, pretend you’re in love with me just for one night. I need to feel lov....” she said and turned her burning face from mine, too proud to say what she needed from me.

My resistance gone, I whispered “I don’t have to pretend” and scooped her up bridal style and carried her up the stair to the master bedroom. We kissed feverishly while undoing endless buttons. The camisole turned out to be a short slip that just bared the tops of her black thigh highs. It was as if she remembered my love of female undergarments. She sighed as I removed this from her and then her matching bra and panties. I left the thigh high on her; I liked them too much to remove them. We gazed at each other for a few seconds, taking in the changes to our more mature bodies that we knew so well and then sank back on the bed together. She explored my body, making appreciative noises at my larger pecs, shoulders, biceps and wash board stomach; I have a gym set up in my basement and still work out regularly. I myself explored her smooth breasts, tiny waist and long legs, dipping my fingers into her ultra tight pussy, she was slick with need. I was tempted just to take her and rut her into the bed, but I wanted to taste her first. Her honey flowed copiously as I lapped at her hot core and I swallowed every drop. Her cries were music to my ears. Then I plunged myself into her hot sheath, I gasped, it was like being gripped by hot silk! We made love most of the night, undulating to a rhythm older then time. When I was ready, I went to pull of her to cum on her belly because I didn’t know if she was on the pill anymore. But she lashed her strong, long legs hard around me to prevent that, “Nabiki” I gasped as I spewed helplessly into her hot interior.

“It’s okay, I wanted you inside me” she assured me. We cuddled and soon were asleep.

Nabiki

I waited for Mousse to drift off and felt a pang of guilt that I’d used my guileless friend in this manner. I placed my hand over my uterus and whispered the silent prayer that I always had said after each unsuccessful attempt with Kuno, then with the artifice insemination and then in vitro. I swear I felt myself quicken, it was the tiniest flutter, but somehow I knew that life had just been introduced into my until-now barren womb. I was pregnant! I don’t know how I knew, I just did. I smiled; all my planning had been successful. Discovering the factory, which I think we shall actually acquire. Taking fertility pills, timing my ovulation days down to the letter, convincing my husband to make love to me before I left for Hong Kong and being reunited with Mousse again. I’d known that he’d divorced Shampoo and wouldn’t be able to resist restarting our old arrangement. I knew that Mousse had an average sperm count; he has two children to prove that point. I also know that he has the same blood type as Kuno. Everything’s in place, Kuno wants to be a father and now he will. I just have to add a great-great-great-great-grandfather who had green eyes to our family history; the rest of my family will be gullible to believe my fake historian. Kuno paid so little attention to Mousse in the past, that I doubt he remembers what colour his eyes were behind those thick glasses of his. Mousse told me before he left the hotel room that night, that whenever you sleep with someone they take a piece of you with them wherever they go. That certainly proved to be true.

The next morning he brought me breakfast in bed and we exchanged lazy kisses. “I’ve got to go home today” I said, honestly sad that I was leaving. He would be so easy to love, but my heart is already taken and about to welcome a new love. Part of me wanted to stay, but I could feel my heart tugging me back to Nerima. Things would be fine now; my husband would love me again.

“Will I ever see you again?” he asked.

“Like you could ever get rid of me” I said hugging my greatest creation, my second greatest creation now. Then we made love one final time. I didn’t need to, I just wanted to.

As I left him to get into the limo I said. “Bye Mousse, thanks for everything.”

He answered “my pleasure”

Nine Months Later

Mousse

I opened a letter, imagine my surprise when it turned out to be a birth announcement from Nabiki and Kuno with a couple of pictures enclosed. The first was of an exhausted looking Nabiki holding a newborn with Kuno’s arms draped around them both. He looked so tenderly at his wife and son. His face was so full of love, that I knew that their earlier problems must have been resolved.

Then I picked up the other picture, it was a close up of their new son, Raidon Kuno. I marveled about how cute he was for a newborn and then noticed something. His eyes were the same colour as my own! I dropped the photo in shock. Raidon was my son! I didn’t know what to do, and then I started chuckling until I was roaring with laughter. Some guys would have been hurt by what Nabiki did, but then they don’t know Nabiki as well as me. She’d always taken what she needed from others, so I wasn’t surprised. I knew that I owed her a lot and it was now paid in full. I had suggested in my original proposal that there be no strings attached; now there were. Our bond was now complete. I wasn’t too worried; I knew she’d find some way to include me in our son’s life. I laughed until my belly ached. Nabiki Tendo: beautiful, intelligent, surprisingly tender and devious to the core. ‘That’s my girl’ I thought as I retrieved the photo off the floor and put it beside the photos of Raidon’s sisters and reminded myself to buy a frame.

“Are you okay honey?” April asked. She’d been working out in the basement. Shampoo had been right about April’s attraction of me. I’d only known about it myself when she had resigned her job and gave her reason as being that she was in love with me. We had our first date that night. She’s lovely woman with long blonde hair, blue eyes and a curvy body with alabaster skin. She’s calm, loving and intelligent, just the sort of girl that I should fall for and did. She was raised by a Chinese nanny, who taught her Mandarin, which started her on her love of languages. She has two degrees and speaks five languages fluently. She admitted that the only reason why she became my personal assistant, a job she was way over qualified for, was that she wound up in the wrong interview room. She accepted the job because I was so cute. She liked me, which was why she stayed. Then felt bad of her growing feelings for me after my marriage broke up, so she decided to come clean and resign. She moved in three months after we started dating. I love living with her and my daughters love her. Happily Shampoo approved of our relationship and now we are all cultivating a friendship between April and myself and her and Chang. We even have a movie night every month.

“I’m a father again” I said and showed her the photo. I’d told her about my genetic anomaly. She gasped when she recognized the Raidon’s eye colour. I sat her down and told another person about Nabiki and me for the first time in my life.

“So you’re not mad that she used you like this?” she asked.

“No I’m flattered, Nabiki’s really picky” I said calmly.

“So are you two over with the sex part?” April asked.

I showed her the other photo of the happy, doting couple and said “neither of us need the other for that anymore, she’s now happily married and I’m in a committed relationship” I assured her.

“What if Raidon needs a brother or sister?” she asked, a little jealous of the unknown Japanese girl.

“She won’t even suggest that idea, she probably already knows about us. She always did like spying on people she cares about” I said, amused that anyone would get jealous over me. “No, Raidon’s the last favour she will ever ask for, well take I guess. She’s just not that into me”

N/A See I told you they wouldn’t end up together! The secret at the end was that she pulled a fast one on Mousse. I had to get my OOC Nabiki back into character :)