In Heat

Probably wondering where I’ve been huh? I’ve had insomnia for weeks now that make the creative process more difficult and I’ve been stuck for story ideas. I tend to find that I write too many alike stories and need to expand on this, so I’m taking the time to examine where my strengths are and think of other possibilities. Unfortunately most of the ideas I had thought were so creative, someone else already had thought of, poor pitiful me. LOL.

Sid

Ranma had on her blue polyester dress and had put her hair up to prepare for her early morning shift. She could hear Mousse taking care of Midori and Etta as he softly spoke to them. He had been living with them for over a week now and Ranma couldn’t stop smiling this morning. Last night he had kissed her!

He’d read a story to Etta and Midori and the small Etta had fallen asleep on the couch. Ranma had suggested that they let her remain there until she woke up. So he’d tucked Ranma into bed as had become their habit, he had gone to kiss her on the cheek and she deliberately turned her head so that he kissed her on the lips. He’d been hesitant at first, but had kissed her back both gently and shyly. It had been unhurried and sweet as he parted her lips and penetrated her mouth tentatively. Ranma had sunk her fingers into his luxurious hair and deepened the kiss, he moved so that they were lying side by side and she could feel his hardeness against her softness and her body responding to his. They might have gone further if Midori hadn’t wailed and with a soft laugh, they’d parted to attend to her needs.

Ranma was brushing her teeth when Mousse joined her and shared a small smile with her at the tantalizing memory of the night before. She liked that he had no qualms about brushing his teeth with her, like they were a real couple. He proven to be invaluable to her, he helped look after both children, cooked meals and looked after the place when she was at work. He ran errands for both exhausted women and took the children on small outings so that they would sleep more. Ranma had got so used to him that she didn’t question when he insisted on helping her pump breast milk from her at the end of the day.

Mousse observed that her colour had improved as she was sleeping more and that she was regaining the weight that she’d lost after he started making sure that she ate right. “Mousse according to your laws, what am I to you?” Ranma suddenly asked. Mousse still hadn’t told her his revelation and had anticipated this question.

“You’re my wife” he admitted. Ranma turned shocked eyes on him. “Relax; it isn’t like the kiss of marriage or death where I follow you around the world, that isn’t like me. Okay that was like the old me” he admitted at her dubious look “It’s binding only on the man, not the woman unless she formally accepts him as her husband. That you chose to carry my child to term showed that you weren’t against the match. Mind you, all you would need to do to dissolve our marriage by paternity, is go before the counsel and tell them that you don’t want me as your airen” Mousse explained.

“So if I did follow you to China, where would I live?” Ranma asked, mulling this over notion.

“With me in my hut or at my mother’s farm if you choose” Mousse explained.

“How would I become a member of the tribe?” she asked.

“As Midori’s mother you are already considered to be one, but you would have to take an oath to promise to obey our laws” Mousse explained.

“I’m still thinking about it, I don’t want to leave Laetitia” Ranma admitted.

“We could take her with us, with her natural skills at martial artist and exotic good looks, she’d find a husband in a second to make her a tribal member” Mousse said persuasively.

Ranma tried to picture Laetitia married to a tall, pale Amazon male with their almost Caucasian appearances....and failed. Laetitia had always told her that she liked the dark meat on the bird because it was where the serious muscle was...... “She likes black guys, are there any there?” she asked doubtfully.

“No, but if she likes a guy with attitude, I know just the one” Mousse said thinking about his friend.

“Can I think about it?” Ranma said as she had been for a week.

“Of course” he said.

“What are you doing today?” she asked.

“I’m taking Midori and Etta to the park in the morning and then dropping Etta home” Mousse said, walking her to the door. Ranma looked up at him expectantly and he knew that she wanted a kiss but was too proud to ask. He leaned down and captured her lips with his own, she sighed and snaked her arms around his taller frame and settled into long, gentle kiss. She could feel an unfamiliar throbbing between her legs and herself getting damp, yet the kiss was soft and undemanding, like the night before. She tried to imagine making love to him and blushed. She almost moaned with regret when he pushed her back. “You have to run along or you’ll be late, I’ll see you later tonight” he teased and kissed the tip of her nose. Ranma practically skipped to work with her nipples hard, like a girl with her first curse.....which she was.

Mousse frowned and leaned against the door; he’d done as he’d been ordered to and started seducing her. It would have been easier if she’d been a regular teenaged girl. All he would have had to have done was got in good with her family; bought her some presents and taken her for a few dates, then convince her to make love with him.

Given Ranma’s single mother status with a fiercely protective (and possibly dangerous) best friend, Mousse had had to take a different approach. He had simply assumed the role of what he was; her husband and father of their child. He had seduced her with more time sleeping, less time worrying about getting chores done and preparing food. He used his money to keep her fridge full and his expertise in preparing meals to feed her and she had responded well. She loved it and Laetitia approved. She had started letting her guard down and allowed him more intimacy with her by accepting his hugs and had even let him to use her breast pump on her milky (literally) bosom. He watched her notice him physically and caught her admiring glances, he had made her desire him. When he had felt that she was properly wanton, he’d pounced the night before. He’d kissed her. It was amazing how a simple kiss could open a person’s heart to possibilities that hadn’t existed before and inspire tender feelings in a lonely person.

He felt confused and conflicted about having to play with her heart, he genuinely liked and cared about the girl that she had become. But love her, he wasn’t sure? She was someone who he could see himself settling for if he never found his heart’s ruler. She was rarely ever in male form these days; she’d told him that she was afraid her milk would dry up if she stayed a male too long. He didn’t like silly girls who wanted just to date, he wanted a serious woman who wanted to have a family right away and here she was. He’d forgiven her, but could he love her?

He’d been ordered by Cologne to remain for two more weeks past his departure date, she’d sent him a laptop so that he could attend his classes online through webcam and had given him another surprise. She’d deposited the money offered to Ranma into his account stating that he was going to need it to help raise his growing family. Mousse realized that she was paying him to be a whore and resented it. He didn’t understand Cologne’s weird obsession with Ranma and their child. Of course the tribe hated losing members to the outside world, but normally to encourage people to remain, schools were built, scholarships offered to those who wished to attend college and people were encouraged to work outside the tribe. No there was something strange going on, Cologne wasn’t telling him the whole truth.

Ranma came home that night to find both children gone “where are Midori and Etta?” she asked.

“Laetitia took them, she said we needed some nookie time” Mousse said in amusement. “I made dim sum in honour of our first ‘date’ he said. She looked at him and realized that he wore a Chinese outfit close to what she used to wear, only his shirt was white with black frogs

“We have a date tonight?” she asked.

“You have tomorrow off, but its kind of late to go anywhere, so I made a nice dinner instead” Mousse replied.

Ranma smiled at how thoughtful he was and looked at him questioningly when he handed her a cup of what she thought was sake, taking a sip she gagged at how strong it was. “Just sip it, its loa-loa whisky and pretty strong. I brought a bottle from China to celebrate our reunion” he said.

Seeing how Mousse had dressed up, she went to change. She knew that she could drink tonight and pump out the bad milk in the morning. She didn’t see the harm; she’d never been drunk before and trusted Mousse.

Mousse smiled when she returned wearing a black dress with white polka dots that looked adorable on her. “You look great” he said with a grin.

She smiled shyly, wondering if this really was what going on a date felt like. She accepted another glass, one of many that night. Mousse noted that she was already giggly by the time they finished eating. He kept on feeding her whisky until she was unsteady on her feet.

He pulled her to her feet and kissed her greedily, he’d gone out of his way to give her kisses just to titillate so far. This was a kiss of conquest; she was shaking by the time it was done. Amazon males were known for being exceptional lovers. He swept her up and placed her on the futon.

“Mousse” she said somewhat dreamily.

“Hush Ranma, let me do all the work. You just lie back and enjoy it” he instructed the drunken girl. Softly he removed her clothes and was somewhat mystified to find out that she wore women’s underclothes, but made quick work of the black bra and thong he found there. He grinned at her and examined her body, despite childbirth she was flawless, no stretch marks and other then slightly wider hips and larger breasts, she looked wonderful. His own clothes he removed with the help of her fumbling fingers. He leaned down and kissed her while gently stimulating her nipples and on a whim tasted the milk from one of them. It was kind of sweet and for some reason this made him feel a twinge of pain that what he was about to do was all an illusion. Ranma cried out as his tongue brought her unspeakable pleasures that she hadn’t known existed while he lapped at her clit teasingly, sensing her delight as he pulled away intermittently. He tongued her pussy slowly and meticulously, no area was left undiscovered. He tried to sense her body's need and repeated motions when he felt her reacting to something. Sensing her about to cum, he sucked the ridged bud of her clit into his mouth and suckled. Her cry of joy and rush of love juices heralded her release.

He leaned up to kiss her “Mousse, I never felt anything like that before” she said and kissed him hungrily, liking the taste of herself on his lips and tongue. He smiled against her lips and placed his organ against her damp folds, she moaned with pleasure as he sheathed himself inside her with one firm thrust. With long gentle thrusts he rode in and out of her, hitting all her sweet spots and her cervix with each stroke. She gripped him to her, her hands rested on his back like two starfish and her legs wrapped around his waist while her hips lifted into his. Sensing her excitement, he pulled back farther to lunge forward swiftly and surely until she came around him. He gasped when she fluttered around him like a trapped butterfly. Grinning he set about bestowing another orgasm upon her until she was a quivering mass of contentment, practically purring in his arms. With a guttural moan he shot into the condom he had had the foresight to put on.

Ranma felt safe in his arm and like she had a family again. She made a slight sound of protest when he pulled out. She was already asleep when he got back from cleaning up, but made a slight sigh and cuddled into his larger body like a cat.

Mousse looked at the small female in his arms and something stirred inside him, he placed his cheek against her hair and fell asleep. He had done as he was ordered and now he was damned......and so was she. They would be lovers and her lonely heart would open to him. She would follow him to hell itself if he wanted her to. For his daughter he had done as he was ordered and lied, seduced and deceived and now he his was damned, twisted love, while Ranma’s was pure.