The beautiful stranger in his bed slept peacefully with a blissful smile on her face, curled up like she was snuggling his arm as if for warmth. Ranma had to admit that it was kind of nice in a way that he couldn't put a name to. He knew that he had experienced this sort of feeling before in another thread—
*FZZT!*
(Please stand by as the Author quickly repairs the hole in the fourth wall.)
—somewhere in another life... another place... another time... in the age of wonder—
*FZZT!*
(Please stand by as the Author removes the gratuitous 'Dark Crystal' reference.)
—another life... another place... another time...
It was a strange feeling of déjà vu.
It was a strange feeling of déjà vu.
It was a strange feeling of déjà vu.
It was a strange feeling of déjà—
*FZZT!*
(Please stand by as the Author disengages his Monty Python module.)
—It was a strange feeling of déjà vu. He shook the feeling off and concentrated on his bed companion. Said companion had long, waist-length, dark blue hair—almost black—which had two 'eartails'. This companion was very female, had a medium build but with dangerous curves, and from what he felt from her hanging on, good muscle tone. She looked about seventeen or eighteen. The whole effect was to make her drop-dead gorgeous.
Now, in the mind of the average bachelor/swinger on the street, this situation would be pure heaven, being in bed with an obviously attractive young woman safely above the age of majority (we're talking about Japan here, people). However, in Ranma's mind, this was hell. This is because previous experiences with naked or near-naked women with violent tendencies, like Pavel's dog, had conditioned him with the Fear of God whenever finding an attractive woman of the opposite sex in his proximity, especially if said woman is in a state of undress and that went double if he too was in a state of undress.
Whatever your assessment of Ranma's sexual education, social taboos and previous experience (usually involving a certain pervert-hating fiancée) alone could tell him this was a Bad Thing.
The shaft of light crawled slowly across the bed toward his companion. Ranma knew that when the shaft of light reached her face, it would be game over for him. Still, he didn't dare move, for the slightest shift could roust her and bring his life to a premature end. Thus he could only watch as the light crept nearer with all the morbid fascination of a prisoner watching the sand flow out of an hourglass marking his remaining hour of life.
Eventually, the shaft reached the girl's closed eyes. She squinted, letting out a soft moan as the sunlight assaulted her retina through her eyelids. She shifted around, nuzzling her nose into the little cave between Ranma's shoulder, the pillow, and the mattress. Her gentle breath warmed Ranma shoulder.
Then she jerked, as if becoming aware of her sleeping arrangement. Her face came out of that little cave, and her eyes popped open to gaze into Ranma's. She had done nothing else, her arms still cradling Ranma's and her pressed close to Ranma's for comfort.
Ranma let out a sigh. It was nice while it lasted.
She opened her mouth to say,
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