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Welcome Home	By : humdrum07 Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 9605 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Welcome Home
- 1
“It's been a while...” Hibiki Ryouga stood in front of a young red-haired girl wearing a gi and sandals.

“R-Ryouga?” she smiled and ran up to him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. “How was your trip to the U.S.?”

“It was fun. I met some really nice people and took some pictures of the sights... though it wasn't as beautiful as home,” he grabbed his large backpack and started rummaging through the pockets for the pictures he had taken.

“I'm glad you're back... it's so boring now that Ranma and Akane are on their honeymoon,” she said as she reached for the pictures Ryouga handed her. “Ooh... pretty, which state is this?”

“I'm not sure... actually I got lost so many times that I may have ended up in Canada during that picture.”

She giggled at the thought of a completely and utterly lost Ryouga so far away from home even though it had happened about a million times already.

“Girl!” came a gruff masculine voice from inside the Tendou household.

“Ranko!” the next voice was was obviously female.

Ranko's eyes widened and she looked around frantically before grabbing Ryouga's larger hand in hers and leading him – with difficulty – away from the house. “Shit!”

“What?” Ryouga let himself be led away from the house while securing the backpack on his shoulders. “Why are we--”

“Nodoka has been trying to teach me how to cook for weeks and Genma just wants to train day in and day out,” she let out an exasperated sigh. “So can I stay at your place?”

“Um...”

“Please?” she looked up at him with doe eyes and pouted slightly, “I'll be the perfect house guest.”

“O... kay?” Ryouga blushed as she hugged him for the second time that day, her clothed breasts pushing up against his bare arm.

“Great!” she led him even further down the road toward his house. She knew exactly where it was, having retained some of Ranma's memories after splitting his curse all those months ago.

“Yum... that was good,” Ranko whiped her mouth with a napkin and looked down at the table littered with empty paper plates. “Did you learn that recipe on one of your trips?”

“Yeah,” Ryouga scratched the back of his head and blushed at the fact that she liked the food. It was quite nice to have someone else eat his cooking for a change. “France. They taught me a lot down there.”

“I never thought you'd be the type to cook,” she smiled and stood up, she was about to grab the paper plates until Ryouga's hand on her arm stopped her in her tracks.

“I'll do it... um... there are some towels in the closet in the bathroom...if you need to take a shower,” he grabbed the plates without looking at her, a blush stained his face just thinking about Ranko taking a shower... in his home. “You can take my parents' room... they're never home. It's the second one on the right.”

“Okay...” she gave him a kiss on the cheek, “Thanks for letting me stay here!”

“Um... uh... well... you're welcome?” he clutched the paper plates and silverware a little tighter in his hands and blushed a deep shade of red. Ranko giggled and proceed up the stairs to the bathroom.

“What have I gotten myself into?”

“This is not working...” the red-head grabbed a bar of soft-smelling soap, lathering it over her body. She seemed to be deep in thought, with eyebrows furrowed and a scowl on her face. “I kissed him on the cheek... I giggled like a stupid little girl... I pressed my breasts up against him... why the fuck doesn't he take the bait?”

She grabbed the shower hose and started rinsing the soap off of her. “Then again, maybe I shouldn't have asked Akane for advice,” she looked at the shower hose rather pensively as if it had all the answers. In her mind, she went through the other people she could have asked instead.

Nabiki? No, she could only imagine that the older girl would have nonchalantly told her to just jump his bones the minute he came back.

Kasumi? Another negative. She figured that Kasumi's advice would be something that would stick her and Ryouga into a cycle of endless flirting. Maybe that was what worked for Kasumi and Dr. Tofu... but not her.

Shampoo was out of the question since her whole “give kiss of death” campaign resumed now that Ranko was a separate entity from her beloved – yet very married – Ranma.

So was Ukyo. Not that they weren't friends... but she figured the brunette okinomiyaki chef had some kind of feelings for Ryouga. Not only did she want Ryouga to herself, but it would be better not to have her boss know that her employee was pining after the same guy she, herself, liked. She valued her job and what little friendship they shared too much.

“I guess I should do this my way,” she sighed in frustration and turned off the water and returned the shower hose to its place. “Towels in the linen closet,” she said absentmindedly as she stepped out of the tub. The cold tiled floor was a tad bit uncomfortable, but the feeling passed and soon she smiled widely as she looked into the linen closet.

“There's nothing here...” her smile widened and she looked up to the sky, “Thank you Kami!” she then cleared her throat and mustered up the most innocent sounding voice she could.

“Oh Ryouga...” she chuckled silently. “I'm looking at the linen closet right now and I don't see any spare towels.”

She waited a few seconds before she could hear the shuffling of feet in front of the door, “A-Are you sure?” came his nervous voice.

“Yes... do you want to come in and look for yourself?” she smiled and was so fortunate that it was hidden by the door.

“N-no... I'll go find a towel for you,” he walked away toward his room, searching for a spare towel.

“Damn,” Ranko cursed quietly. “Time for operation full-frontal-flash!”

“Aha!” Ryouga found a towel in his bedroom closet and ran to the bathroom down the hall, “I found a towel Ranko.”

“Oh, thank you!” she smiled, opened the door just a smidge and smiled brightly at him. Her hand made its way to the towel, but at the last second, she leaned up, giving him another kiss on the cheek which gave his eyes access to her ample cleavage and the porcelain skin of her stomach. “Oops!” she pathetically looked down at her own body and slowly – yet not slow enough to tip him to her plan – wrapped the blue terrycloth towel around her body.

Ryouga just stared at her exposed skin with wide eyes before blood started pouring from his nose, staining the towel red for just a few seconds before he plugged his nose and fainted.

“Hmm...” the smile that had been playing on her lips turned into a frown as she looked upon his passed out figure on the carpeted floor. “I forgot about that.”

Ranko made sure the towel was secure and stepped out of the bathroom, careful to walk over Ryouga's body. She then leaned down and pulled him up to her, resting his arm over her shoulders and gripping his midsection. “Ugh, you're heavy...” she grunted very unladylike and walked him to his room.

“Ryouga... Ryouga...”

Brown eyes fluttered open and a fanged smile made its way onto the owner's lips as he beheld the sight before him. Ranko was hovering over him, completely bare, with a worried look on her face and a bottle of his once-used cologne in one hand. It was like a dream come true.

“Oh... finally,” she sighed in relief. She knew he always jumped back from fainting, but she was still slightly worried since it looked like he had lost a lot of blood.

“Ranko... is this a dream?”

“I occupy your dreams?” she grinned and pinched him on the cheek letting him know he wasn't dreaming, because everyone knew you couldn't feel even the slightest pain in a dream.

“What...” he suddenly sat up in bed and glared at her. “What was that?”

“Um... that was a pinch,” she looked at him innocently.

“No... you know what I mean,” he said. “What's with the giggling and kissing and... and... you flashed me!”

Ranko sighed in defeat. Her fun was over with. He caught on a lot quicker than she had thought. “I...” she sighed again, looking around his room... anything to keep from looking at him. “I like you... I have ever since... well... ”

“Ever since what?”

“Ever since I met you... in Jusenkyo.”

“Wh-what... but--”

Ranko nodded. “It's odd really. It's like, all along I was another person living in someone else's body. I had a will of my own, though Ranma's will was much stronger than mine in his female form. Still, I'd gain some control whenever he was pranking you as a female.”

“Through the years, my feelings for you grew more and more... but I could never do anything. As far as everyone was concerned, I was Ranma. Your rival... a guy who just happened to turn into a girl. So when Cologne separated me...”

She was about to say more when suddenly, she felt his lips on hers. It was soft at first, but then turned rough. She could feel his tongue enter her mouth, wrestling for dominance. Her nipples hardened against the furry fabric of the towel and suddenly she felt that the spacious room was too hot. He pulled back from her face, a thin trail of saliva running from both their tongues, and all she could do was whimper at the loss of his warm mouth over hers.

“I may not have felt for you as long as you have me, but in these past months something changed between you and I. I certainly don't see you as Ranma now and no matter what anybody says... you're Ranko.”

A smile appeared on Ranko's lips as she leapt at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, “Do you... really?”

“Does this... answer your question?” his lips captured hers again in a soft kiss while Ryouga's hands ran up and down her back. He pulled back, looking down at her half-lidded eyes.

“No...” she answered, her lips upturned in a grin.

“R-Ranko...” his eyes narrowed. He certainly hoped she wasn't playing with his feelings by saying what he so desperately wanted to hear.

“Ha ha... just shut up and kiss me some more!” this time she was the one who initiated the kiss, pushing Ryouga back against the bed and straddling him in the process. It was electric and passionate and neither wanted to pull away, but alas, they were only human.

Ranko leaned down again and pressed her body against his, nipping at his neck while he moaned and his hands roamed the towel that was riding up her behind. His hands were dangerously close to touching her bare bottom.

She continued he onslaught on his neck, licking and nibbling, hoping she would leave some sort of mark letting Ukyo and even that ingrate Akari know that he was taken. Meanwhile, Ryouga's hands slipped under her towel, caressing her ass. Ranko let out a moan and ground her pelvis into his, promptly halting her ministrations as she felt something very hard between his legs.

“Looks like your little friend woke up,” she smirked and reached a hand down between his legs, grasping his erection through his pants, “Though from the feel of it, it's quite big.”

Ryouga let out a strangled grunt and pushed his hips against her hand, “D-don't stop Ranko.”

“Oh, I don't intend to.” She squeezed his erection and slid her hand up to his waist band. She peeled the fabric of his pants down over his muscular thighs, not even bothering with the leg binders yet. She would untie those later. Ranko now stood on her knees, looking down at his erect manhood and licked her lips. “Hmm... big indeed!” she descended upon his cock, licking the tip before bringing her whole mouth over just the head and sucking lightly.

“Oh Ranko...”

She momentarily grinned then wrapped her mouth over his cock once again, this time bobbing her head up and down over the shaft gaining a rather loud moan from her lover. Her hand wrapped around the base, stroking it, while her mouth still lapped at his shaft like a hot, thick, lollypop. Her free hand went up to the towel wrapped around her, undoing the tie with one flick of her wrist. She then pulled away from his cock with an audible pop.

Ryouga panted and almost complained at the loss of her lips on his manhood, but all the disappointment washed away as soon as he felt her breasts squeeze his cock followed by random licks on his head as she moved her breasts up and down, creating a friction that Ryouga couldn't bear.

“Fuck.”

Ranko continued her ministrations all while looking up at Ryouga's face contorted in pleasure. It surprised her for a moment that she had heard him curse, but quickly got over that initial shock. Surely she wasn't expecting him to be pure and innocent while she was between his legs, giving him a titjob and sucking off his penis.

“Ranko... I'm gonna...”

She worked his cock harder, grasping her breasts and moving them against him faster and faster, sucking harder until he came. The white, sticky substance spurted out of his dick like a flood. She tried taking most of it in her mouth, but what didn't make it dribble down her chin and onto her breasts.

“That was...” he panted, his head resting back against his pillow. “Wow.

Ranko just grinned and started taking off the leg binders. She had no idea why he wore them and made a mental note to demand that he never wear them again so undressing him would go smoother. She doubted he'd listen, but it was worth a try. “Oh, we're not done yet!”

The last of the leg binders came off and she slid the pants down his legs, letting him kick them off. Slowly, she straddled him, her body hovering just inches before him and her hands sliding under his usual orange long-sleeved shirt.

She leaned her head down and licked his lips before kissing him passionately, her hands roaming every inch of his upper body. “Welcome home!”

“If this is the welcome I get, I should probably leave more often!” he switched their position so that he was on top now and pulled his shirt off. “You didn't think I'd let you have all the fun?” he gave her a sly smile then turned to cover them with his bed sheet that had half fallen off the bed.
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