Ranma blinked his eyes open when he felt the woman he held shift in his arms. He looked down to find her lips immeasurably close to his own. He felt her hot breath burning flames of passion into his own. He saw her eyes staring listlessly towards him. So, he thought, just this once, he could risk it.
His mouth inched towards her's, and in his mind there were no thoughts of fiances, rivals, curses, or obligations to be manly. There was only himself, the woman in his arms and the maddening desire to quench the passionate inferno comming from her mouth with the flames from his own burning lips.
But, when their lips met it was not scorching flames they felt, but pure electric shock. So much so, that she flinched away from the contact; confusion, fear, and unsated lust clear in her eyes. This, however did not stop her lips from meeting his halfway as they both dove towards each other, mouth first.
They kissed passionately and deeply; not unlike a drowning man gasping for air, or rather a starving man who, when teased with a morsel of food, yearns ferociously for a nourishing meal. For they were, in a way, starved; starved for affection, for love, for a closeness they had been denied yet prayed for all the same. And now, they discovered that for which they had pined just beyond the lips of the person they held so tightly in their arms; not in words, not even in a kiss, but in the feelings and emotions that sprung from the kiss. The sensations that played the strings of their hearts and souls like a concert orchestra playing 'Ode to Joy,' was more salvation to them than an oasis to a man lost in the desert.
Emotions raged within the frail confines of their bodies, ravishing them from head to toe like a tsunami breaking on dry land, as they held each other ever tighter, their bodies yielding where possible and pressing firmly where not, as if by sheer force of will and physical strength they could pull their bodies together and form a completed being. And, just as quickly as their emotions had overtaken them, the raging waters of their passions receded, leaving them panting on the shores of their lust.
They held each other, now lighter than before, as confusion and awkwardness took the place of passion and lust. Their burning emotions became not even the slightest glowing embers or even smoky ashes as a clammy coldness creeped up their spines; not an uncaring cold, but rather an unsure one.
Slowly, reluctantly, they stepped out of their embrace, their faces caught somewhere in between pale shock and a furious blush, thus looking perfectly normal if not for slightly redder lips. Neither could muster the courage to meet the other's gaze; and so, they settled for fidgeting nervously while watching the scenery.
Barnette tried to focus her thoughts toward the new mysterious bond that she now shared with the familiar stranger. And, Ranma couldn't seem to remove his hand from the back of his head as he tried in vain to come up with something to say to direct a conversation away from the powerful, alien experience they both just had. "Um... wow."
Let it not be said that Ranma was a sparkling conversationalist.
"... yeah." or that her response was any better.
Oh well, when in doubt: shift the blame. But, since that had never worked for him before, he decided to take the blame and save them a lot of trouble. He'd appologize, she'd mallet him, and they'd go on with their lives. "Hey, listen; I'm sorry I--" WHAM
Thankfully, they were both saved from any further awkwardness when a previously unconscious kitten by the name of Dita blindsided Ranma and drove him facedown into the ground with her on his back. She, clawed at him like a wild animal, growling and screaming like a woman posessed.
Although Ranma didn't mind the distraction from his earlier actions, after all a fight was something he was much more comfortable with, he did mind the blinding streaks of blood and pain she was raking across his back. He spun, sending a wide elbow that threw his assailant from his back, and stood into a defensive stance. Immediately he recognized her as the girl he had landed on, and she looked none too pleased about it. She attacked again and he went on the defensive, he knew he could easily defeat her, even before he'd assimilated the lifeforce of his counterpart, but he didn't want to hurt her, especially after all she'd been through. But, after receiving more than a few annoying scratches from blocking her swipes he decided he'd have to do something before she reduced his arms to bloody nubs. During her next series of wild swipes he grabbed her wrists and tried to reason with her, telling her that he wasn't going to hurt her. Actually, it was more like yelling he wasn't going to hurt her, which only agitated her more and earned him a swift kick in the groin. And, once again he was on the ground trying to fend of her feverish attacks.
Barnette was shocked into inaction as her new master was tackled by her harem sister, it took her a whole five seconds for her brain to register that she had no idea what was going on, and by that time Dita had already used their new master as like a brand new scratching post. She saw him defend himself, although it was obvious he was trying not to hurt her. She knew he could if he wanted to, her aching side attested to that. But, since his actions, or lack there of, were getting him nothing but more scratches, she decided to try and help pacify Dita.
...which really didn't help at all.
"Wait! Dita, he's not who you think-- Stop! NO! Listen to me, dammit! NO! BAD KITTEN! BAD! I said: STOP! Don't kick him there, we need those! Not the face! Stop!"
Seeing that she wasn't accomplishing anything by talking to her, Barnette ran towards Sextome's discarded backpack to find something to stop the near feral pokegirl. After a few seconds of rumaging she found what she was looking for. It was a normal looking pokeball, except it had a raindrop symbol carved into it's surface. It was a Hydro poke-splosive, Fifty gallons of ice cold water compressed into a convenient baseball-sized package. If the pressure from the rapidly decompressing water didn't incapacitate them, then the shock factor would be enought to allow her to subdue Dita without getting an eye put out or a finger cut off.
Quickly, she ran towards the struggling pair and lobbed the explosive at them without hesitation. Neither of her targets saw the weapon as it rolled towards them, and one very wet concussion later there were two unconscious females lying on the ground, a very wet kitten and a very wet stacked redhead... well that was new...
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