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The Lovers\' Law	By : unicornlord Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 20892 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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I have no idea what I'm doing. Thanks for all the reviews and favs, people!

Oh and um, to all the people asking: I kinda took a setting's appoarch when writing for the girls: so Shampoo would be Easy mode, Ukyo would be normal mode, and Akane would be hard mode. So if you're wonder why Akane isn't getting that much in the way of action, it's because in my brain, she's the hardest to entice. I'm trying to add more stuff with her, but I don't want Akane to move at an quick pace, so it's hard to balance.

One, two, three... Akane rattled down in her mind as she tried to replicate her earlier results with Shampoo's breasts pressed against her shoulders. As she stirred, this time round with the flick instilled by Shampoo, and then the half gentle swish of the pan to help prevent burning. The chicken was browning, the broccoli was fine, and Ukyo pour a little more sauce into the pan. "Thanks, Ucchan." Akane said with a smile.

Toss in the cashews, onions to sweat... Ranma would enjoy this. Shampoo had decided to work on a side dish, or perhaps she didn't have that much faith in Akane's cooking and was making a dish just in case. As Akane looked over, Shampoo smiled, putting down a pot filled with the contents of sweet and sour soup. "Watch food, Akane, not Shampoo."

Akane flushed at the idea. It wasn't like she thought of Shampoo that way! She barely thought of Ranma that way.

That came out wrong. She thought to herself. The pan's sizzle jarred her back to reality, and she focused again, working the meal around. I don't really think of Ranma that way... I think.

She had to admit, though, ever since last week, he'd been a lot nicer. They hadn't had many arguments, and he'd tried to compliment her a few times. Ranma had become... well... affectionate. A little. In fact, it was weirding her out. She hadn't the faintest idea how to appoarch him now, and even her friends had noticed her suddenly mouseyness.

Stir, Stir, Stir, she counted off seconds before she could stop. She kept an eye out for burning, quickly noticing how the onions had gone slightly more darker then Shampoo had made them, and lifted the wok off the fire, setting on the grill that was off.

"I... think I'm done!" She exclaimed, as the two other girls looked on at her attempt...

Ranma sat down, towel around his neck, still drying his freshly black hair. Genma had been complaining about his recent enlongated stints as a girl (among other things.), and rather then argue, quietly told himself he'd have to indulge in his new favorite hobby later. Okay, that was perverted, He admitted to himself. Still, he couldn't quite bring himself to call it false. Restraint was something he was still working on, and dammit all of the thought of the feeling didn't stir him.

As he sat down, he was greeted with the same ill eyes he had been for the past few days. Genma had held so much jealousy since the arrangement had been made. Had it not been for Nodoka, he doubted Genma wouldn't have ruined things out of spite.

Soun, on the other hand, had been quizzical about it. He still hadn't quite understood what the agreement had entailed, and on more then one occasion, had brought up some of his worries, most of which were well founded. One or two times, he let his inner demon spring forth when the unusual Cologne had brought up the issue of sex and multiple partners, failing to remember Ranma was simply the only man in the group, not a sultan housing concubines like Soun seemed to think.

Ranma himself hadn't quite grasped the idea fully, to be fair.

"Mrs. Saotome!" Ukyo called from the kitchen. "Could you help us bring out the food?"

"Of course, Ms. Ukyo." She said, quickly joining them in kitchen.

Moment of truth. Genma, Nabiki, & Soun's face all to mounted with airs of worry. Not suprising, it was Akane's cooking. Ranma himself looked on stoically. Kasumi, per usual, seemed unphased by anything.

Ukyo plopped down with the rice, Nodoka a few plates, and set them around. Shampoo brought out her sweet and sour soup in individual bowls high above on one hand, an easy carry for the Nekohaten owner. Ranma couldn't help but stare she brought the food to level with the knee high table, not so much as a stirring in the bowl.

And then came Akane. She seemed please with herself, always a good sign. "Okay everybody! How'd I do?"

She set down the wok. Ranma nodded, fairly surprised. While it had been clearly overcooked, it hadn't been charred and turned to ash as were her normal. Thin smears of burning present themselves all over the meat and majority of the vegetables, but nothing seem unevenly cooked, and, even better, frozen on the inside. The sauce was obviously Ukyo's doing, clearly professional in the light amount that covered the food.

For once, Akane had made something that Ranma actually hadn't cringed at, wondering what eldertch horror she'd slayed to serve them. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but it actually looks good." Ranma said. "Better then the pancakes, even."

"Really?!" Ranma smiled. Akane really was cute when you got her off guard with a compliment. He wondered why he was always so reluctant to supply them. Well, I suppose the fact she couldn't actually cook helped. He reminded himself. Ranma offered up a plate to be served.

Dinner had been successful.

She's definitely getting better. This was a great idea. Ranma as he asked for another helping of stir fry and rice. Shampoo had put the soup away, leftovers for the next few days in the kitchen for whoever needed it, Nodoka thankful to the amazon, who had been surprisingly calm during the whole affair. Ucchan seemed to revel in the company, talking with girls about school and how other things. It was clearly a different person from the woman who had... well.. in the stall earlier.

"Ranma." Shampoo said quietly after a few minutes. "Shampoo need talk alone. Is okay, yes?"

"Uh... sure, Shampoo. I don't mind. How about up on the roof?" He pointed skyward. "Do you guys mind?"

"Go on Ranma." Nodoka said, nudging him up to his feet. "I'll save you some more for when you come back."

It was something on a house filled with martial artists would consider normal; walking aboutside onto the garden, then in a brilliant flash, leaping a story, then another, to reach the roof in a matter of moments. The west end of the dojo overlooked a few houses. Nobody really to overhear them. "What's up Shampoo?"

Lips. Luscious. Divine. So soft angels feathers stuffed into a silk pillow couldn't compare. She had wrapped her arms around his shoulders, dragging him willingly towards her as she viciously kissed him, yanking on his hair.

He didn't fight it. He couldn't. He simply wouldn't. It was amazingly long. Hours it seemed. Boldly her hand dropped, running along his trained and honed figure, stopping at the hem of his pants. She pulled up, tugging his shirt free, sliding her hand underneath to finger the rock hard flesh underneath.

"S-shampoo?" He whispered, finally breaking the kiss as she gasped for air.

"Shampoo... Stupid Ukyo leave Shampoo like this..."

Oh?Oh...Ooooooh! It suddenly dawned on him. "Why didn't you... you know?"

She didn't answer, simply buried herself in the nape of his neck. He giggled, being slightly ticklish there. Gasped when she nibbled down. Despite his best internal protest, he couldn't seem to fight the urge pull her chin up and kiss her softly on the lips, laying her down across roof. She looked up at him, eyes glazed over with lust, skin flushed with pent up arousal.

He could only image how he looked when he was like that. "Okay, Shampoo." He whispered.

"Airen..."

"I'll help you... but you need to be quiet." He warned her teasingly, teasing the rim of her skin tight silk pants. She reached up, pulling him down into a kiss as his fingers dipped past the waistband, reveling in the supple bare flesh underneath. Smooth, impossibly smooth, like she was a marble statue given life. Her hips rose up, trying to press him further down as her drew tiny circles in between her hips, teasing her menacingly. So close. He was too close. He could feel the heat emanating from her need.

"R-ranma..." She pleaded. He gulped. Well, here goes.

She hissed as his fingers finally traced along her lips, bumping her aching button gently. Juices trickled onto his hand. She pulled him down for another, much, much rougher kiss she her hips pressed himself against him fingers. Up and down, back forth, each motion and twist sending jolts of pure pleasure through her, her moans muffled by his coarse lips. His tongue lashed out, begging for entrance past her lips.

She was all to happy to oblige.

Happier skill, when Ranma dipped a finger between her folds. She squealed into him mouth, earning a little return chuckle. She finally broke the kiss, gasping for air, her squeaks and gasps adorably muffled as she bit down on her hand, much like Ranma had earlier in the day, trying her best not to scream. She let a small squeak slip past as Ranma dipped another finger in, spreading her lips as they fought back, trying their best to squeeze the life of them, it felt.

"Come on, Shampoo." Ranma whispered. "It's okay... Cum for me."

His thumb brushed against her clit, accentuating his request. She was all to happy to respond.

She grabbed him, yanked him down, her whole body becoming a powerful vice. She seemed intent to asphyxiate him within her ample chest. Her back arched, a thick hiss escaping her lips as she nearly dislocated Ranma's shoulders, as well as the two fingers that happened to still be trapped deep within her, being crushed by her convulsing walls.

He could've sworn he heard her mew as the last little bit of ecstasy rocked through her. He secretly hoped it was true. It was just too prefect. He tried to pry himself loose, inadvertently suckling on part of her chest as she continued to grip him hard.

He finally relented when he couldn't. "Uh... Shampoo, think you could let me go?"

"...No." She whispered. "Airen Shampoo's."

"Seriously, Shampoo, I can't breathe." He mused. She looked down, and giggled at his face stuff full of supple breast. "Not a bad way to go though."

"Airen like Shampoo's body?"

"Of course." She pulled him in for another kiss. "Thanks for not screaming."

"Shampoo really want to... but Airen said not to. Hard to follow. Was... really good." Shampoo could see his ego inflating with each praising word as she let him go finally. "... Airen must be needy."

"Don't worry about that. It's a lot easier to handle as a guy. Really." He leaned down, giving her a quick peck on the lips. "Let's... just get back before people come looking for us."

"Shampoo like this Airen... very... very much." She purred lay there, reveling in the afterglow.

Who doesn't want to finger a hot amazon? Anyways! Read and Review.
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