He clamped his eyes shut, a wave of dizziness washing over him for the briefest of moments. Allowing his mind to wander, he tried to think back to the previous night. His head was pounding and everything felt hazy. There was always a breif moment after you wake up when your mind is fuzzy and slow, but this was ridiculous.
He felt a full body bruise forming all over his body, and though he was loathed to admit it, he started to suspect he had gotten his ass kicked. That didn't make much sense, since he was damn sure no one short of the Almighty himself could actually beat him in a fight. Still..
Where was he? Oh.. that's right, they had arrived at Rook's place the other day. What had happened after that? "G'nolga!" he groaned, the sound of his voice was hoarse, and it felt like that time he had been challenged to a Anything Goes Martial Arts Whiskey Drinking fight. On fire, but that fire was little more then embers that left his voice raw.
What was that uncomfortable pressure on his chest? Why did his neck feel like it was about to collapse, like some one had tried strangling him in his sleep? Shifting slightly, Ranma raised his head and creaked his eyes open, fighting back the pain he felt in his head as he willed his blurry vision to clear. He couldn't comprehend the sight before him.
He was on the floor with G'nolga lying on his chest with her short arms wrapped around his neck, weakly strangling him every few seconds as the woman sought to catch her breath. He was on the floor with a very naked G'nolga. He was on the floor with G'nolga, nearly as naked as she was.
He felt panic rise in his throat at he realized the compromising and entirely suggestive position the two were in, only dimly realizing their boots were the only clothing the two still wore, though his was shredded for some reason.
Shit! Damn! How the hell was he going to get out of this? It was only a matter of time before some one walked in on them! Tanya would be really upset if she found them like this! She was always on his ass for being a pervert, and if she caught him now she would be right! Maybe he could shake her off? Yeah! That might work.
Shifting slightly, he pushed as gently as he could, paying close attention to his hands less they grab something that would earn him a shout of PERVERT and a beating. Thats right Ranma, easy does it. Put her down slowly, ah ah! Don't make a sound, and you'll get out of this all right.
"What do you think your doing." G'nolga's voice caused him to freeze, the hold she had on his neck tightening as she pulled her hard muscled body across his chest. She raised her head, and locked eyes with him.
It was there, looking in the woman's chestnut brown eyes, Ranma realized if there was a fate worse then death he couldn't think of one. "Uh.. mommy?" he squeaked.
***
Her eyes fluttered closed as the boy finally lost consciousness, glad for the moment to simply rest her tired and weary bones. She felt like utter rot physically, her body bruised, her ribs cracked nearly to it's breaking point, her lungs felt on fire with the physical exertion she had made to bring the boy down.
"Your.." she panted, "Tough.." she complimented him. And he was. She had fought for nearly a century, often times against some of the best, and for a young boy like him to give such a hard fight spoke volumes of his fighting skill and potential.
She allowed her head to fall on his chest as she rested, waiting for her strength to come back. Hmmm. This was nice. She wasn't one to dally about to any man, stubbornly refusing her goody two-shoe sisters advice to settle down and start pumping out kids, but that didn't mean she didn't notice them and, on rare occasions, flirt with the idea of bedding them. She just never found the right man for her. Well, there was that were-lion fifty years ago that had almost succeeded.
G'nolga chuckled weakly remembering that poor guy. He had been an exceptional carpenter, a good conversationalist, and he had the most wonderful hands and fingers whenever he offered to massage her worn tired muscles after a long day of training. She missed that, she truly did. The feeling of having some one lavish attention on you, the feeling of his huge hands caressing her form, she missed the tense moments when he would ponder about going further to seduce her, not that it would have work. Maybe she shouldn't have been so single minded in her pursuit of the Armsmaster Title? Maybe she should have gone further with him that night he asked to marry her?
She sighed, before breathing in deeply. Hmm. Ranma smelled so good, even if he was sweaty. There was something in his smell she couldn't identify, something smooth yet entirely electric when it reached her senses. She would have to be brain dead not to notice the sweet flora he emitted when she had first met him in Trine. It was perhaps the only reason she called him back after she first declined his offer. What was it about him that had attracted her so?
Maybe she should ask Tanya? Despite her rather vicious tongue, she mused the woman had to be attracted to the boy, why else would she get so bitchy whenever he talked to any of the other girls?
She frowned. That brought back to mind the problem of the dragons, Six and Thirty-Eight, or Jane, as she demanded she be called. She knew of Fauntleroy, more then she would ever want to admit. The fact those two women were even on Jade, and if their story were to be believed, hinted that the Questing Dragon had gained in power despite being cursed to human form, and was already seeking a means to return to this world. She couldn't allow that, that bastard deserved what he got and more. If he managed to return only the Gods knew what the megalomaniac creep would do.
"G'nolga." a hoarse groan alerted her to the boy's return to consciousness. Unbelievable! He shouldn't be awake! With all the damage she did, he shouldn't even be able to..
He shifted slightly; G'nolga suddenly began breathing in raggedly as she felt the aureole of her breasts drag across his hard muscled chest, her nipples hardening in response to his voice. Dear god, she was getting excited!
There was a reason she never bedded any man. By the time such thoughts became completely natural to a woman like her, she had discovered much to her annoyance that weak men were totally unattractive. She had fought for her strength, spending years struggling to be the best had left its mark on her mind. She couldn't accept a weaker, and thus lesser man.
It didn't help matters she rather enjoyed rough men who wouldn't hesitate to introduce a little pain to the mix, within reason of course.
She felt the boy's warm hands on her shoulders, and to her slight disappointment, he began to push her away. "Eh.." she thought mentally, "Why not?" Yes, why not? She was excited now, with a man she couldn't consider weak by any standards, and that was something she had always wanted. He may be a bit young, but a man was a man was a man. It wasn't like Tanya and he were a couple, not that it would have stopped her from trying anyway.
Squeezing his neck, G'nolga turned her head and locked gazes, her chestnut brown swirling orbs delving into his own lively ocean blue ."What do you think your doing."
"Eh.. heh.. mommy!" the boy muttered weakly.
G'nolga grinned lustfully, pulling herself up his chest, their lips coming together in a heated clash as she took control.
Ranma's eyes widened in shock, his mind threatening to collapse as her hot tongue darted between his lips.
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(Posted Wed, 21 Jan 2004 00:37)
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