Forever Ryoko
By Starhopper
DISCLAIMER: NO! I only have a Ryo-ohki plush and some old fanart . . . nothing close to owning a single thing!
Rants:
OOOOKAAAY! This is a slightly tricky chapter to read, because of well . . . lemon zest? Well, not even that much of the citrus stuff, more like what lemon pledge smells like . . . or possibly lime pledge if such a thing existed. Don't run away! I don't do the 'explicit porno' thing, but there are some implications. Use your imagination if you really want description, or watch "Tenchi Forever" . . . I don't even come close to that weird, so un-Tenchi scene they stuck in there to finally prove that the leading man wasn't gay, just DENSE as a BRICK!
Okay, rants over, please read and enjoy!
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Chapter 6: The Eternal Dance
His mouth began to burn beneath hers.
"Jurai energy." Ryoko mumbled in surprise and dismay. Settling back into her place slumped against his shoulder; she touched her lips to feel their own warmth. "Ouch!"
Chuckling, Tenchi reached a hand to the back of his neck. "Yeah, I guess I'm taking a Jurai growth spurt of sorts. I would've thought you had noticed last night."
"I don't notice much when I'm in the same bed as you," she shot over her shoulder. "I thought you would've noticed that."
Things could change. She could be wearing an engagement ring, kissing his lips, sleeping secure in his arms, but that same tone would forever haunt their discussions.
"Oh Ryoko."
It wasn't that she minded that he would use that tone and expression with an eye roll to complete the mix. Yet, she kind of wished that he would use it along with 'I love you', or 'you'll never change.' Till then, she was satisfied and quite content to hear him say her name over and over again.
"Anyway, it was unseasonably cold last night and I thought that you were just warm and cuddly as you always are."
That blush. "Thanks for the compliment."
Swinging her legs over the back of the couch, and crossing her arms while the world went upside down, Ryoko began, "Tenchi?"
"Yes?"
"How many more months . . . really?"
She could sense his discomfort on this subject that was relatively recent in their day-to-day routine. Especially when he started with a shift of his own. "Well, my graduation is in a year. My nineteenth birthday is coming up."
In her excitement, Ryoko phased out and reappeared floating in the air above him. "And that would mean . . . ?" Disappearing once more, she phased in on his lap with arms about his neck. Her sweet golden eyes blinked up at him in endearment.
His brown eyes twinkled in mischief; something that was also relatively new to their day-to-day routine. "I'm thinking that it will be before the wedding . . . "
"Wow."
"When the time is right Ryoko, I promise." He stood up to watch the rain fall harder than it had ever fallen against the roof, trees, splash down on the lake, in the whole of Okayama. Walking over to the transparent sliding glass doors, he stopped and turned back to his fiancée watching him. He nodded questioningly. After a moment, she smiled and floated to his side. "I respect your decisions Tenchi. But until that moment . . . " Her fingers stroked the sides of his face before clasping together at the back of his neck. The lights went out in a strike of mighty Zeus' bolt. Only two pairs of eyes, bodies illuminated by other flashes striking the hillsides out beyond their safe haven, shone like dying embers in the heat of fire.
"Ryoko," Tenchi breathed in her ear before she raised them both in the air as she had done so many months ago. They spun in midair, the stereo suddenly alive with soft melodies, hard and acoustic at the same time. Darkness all around, they sought the other ones precious touch of hand against hip, arms around neck, cheek against cheek, and soul given to soul.
"Dance with me Tenchi," Ryoko pleaded, her white eyes searching his. In answer, his body began to sway. Giving into it, her motions followed his. It was the perfect moment that anyone could ever share. Bodies so tight together, yet a drift in unabridged space.
"This is the perfect moment that I've dreamed of," he whispered, drawing her back by the arm as she had flown a short distance from him.
"The moment?" Ryoko asked quizzically in a sexy tone that surfaced quite unexpectedly.
"I know what I just said, but with you here, in my arms," his lips penetrated hers, which eagerly opened to his advances.
She drew away, "Are you sure?"
"Positive. Are you?"
She stifled inappropriate laughter. "Tenchi, please. I want to keep the laughter to an absolute minimum and keep the love at an absolute maximum."
His eyes were bright as he asked, "Would you mind?" as he gestured to their floating position.
Ryoko nodded softly and Tenchi could feel her teleportation process take over both bodies. In a bright flash of light, they were lying on his futon, the whole three years becoming but a distant memory. Those memories shuffled through each head as their worlds became less and less alien and more familiar. It was a release, as the need became passion, as the tears melded with sweat, and as passion drifted from curiosity to want and back to fervent love once again. It was just as she had imagined, Tenchi lying over her, staring down into her eyes, mesmerized by their reflections of him shining back. It was even better than could ever be imagined though.
Even though he was sure he had made the correct choice long before this moment, Tenchi's heart thudded harder and louder as he loved her. The way she held him, the way her hot breath shot like bullets into his face. Ecstasy just didn't describe all the emotions that came with every look, every sound, every feeling as her very soul coursed through his. Even as she lay over him, running a solitary fingertip from his shoulder down his arm, and to his fingertip, he lay awake to feel her say his name over and over again. This was the way that it should have always been.
As the storm passed, the bright sun's rays shone down through an open window. Their light grazed a mound of blankets. Secure in the arms of their loved one, safe from the unwelcome solar spotlight, Tenchi and Ryoko slept soundly, reassured that their love would last for eternity.
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Again, short I know, but they'll get longer. And I even posted chap 7, so don't complain and just REVIEW!
By Starhopper
DISCLAIMER: NO! I only have a Ryo-ohki plush and some old fanart . . . nothing close to owning a single thing!
Rants:
OOOOKAAAY! This is a slightly tricky chapter to read, because of well . . . lemon zest? Well, not even that much of the citrus stuff, more like what lemon pledge smells like . . . or possibly lime pledge if such a thing existed. Don't run away! I don't do the 'explicit porno' thing, but there are some implications. Use your imagination if you really want description, or watch "Tenchi Forever" . . . I don't even come close to that weird, so un-Tenchi scene they stuck in there to finally prove that the leading man wasn't gay, just DENSE as a BRICK!
Okay, rants over, please read and enjoy!
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Chapter 6: The Eternal Dance
His mouth began to burn beneath hers.
"Jurai energy." Ryoko mumbled in surprise and dismay. Settling back into her place slumped against his shoulder; she touched her lips to feel their own warmth. "Ouch!"
Chuckling, Tenchi reached a hand to the back of his neck. "Yeah, I guess I'm taking a Jurai growth spurt of sorts. I would've thought you had noticed last night."
"I don't notice much when I'm in the same bed as you," she shot over her shoulder. "I thought you would've noticed that."
Things could change. She could be wearing an engagement ring, kissing his lips, sleeping secure in his arms, but that same tone would forever haunt their discussions.
"Oh Ryoko."
It wasn't that she minded that he would use that tone and expression with an eye roll to complete the mix. Yet, she kind of wished that he would use it along with 'I love you', or 'you'll never change.' Till then, she was satisfied and quite content to hear him say her name over and over again.
"Anyway, it was unseasonably cold last night and I thought that you were just warm and cuddly as you always are."
That blush. "Thanks for the compliment."
Swinging her legs over the back of the couch, and crossing her arms while the world went upside down, Ryoko began, "Tenchi?"
"Yes?"
"How many more months . . . really?"
She could sense his discomfort on this subject that was relatively recent in their day-to-day routine. Especially when he started with a shift of his own. "Well, my graduation is in a year. My nineteenth birthday is coming up."
In her excitement, Ryoko phased out and reappeared floating in the air above him. "And that would mean . . . ?" Disappearing once more, she phased in on his lap with arms about his neck. Her sweet golden eyes blinked up at him in endearment.
His brown eyes twinkled in mischief; something that was also relatively new to their day-to-day routine. "I'm thinking that it will be before the wedding . . . "
"Wow."
"When the time is right Ryoko, I promise." He stood up to watch the rain fall harder than it had ever fallen against the roof, trees, splash down on the lake, in the whole of Okayama. Walking over to the transparent sliding glass doors, he stopped and turned back to his fiancée watching him. He nodded questioningly. After a moment, she smiled and floated to his side. "I respect your decisions Tenchi. But until that moment . . . " Her fingers stroked the sides of his face before clasping together at the back of his neck. The lights went out in a strike of mighty Zeus' bolt. Only two pairs of eyes, bodies illuminated by other flashes striking the hillsides out beyond their safe haven, shone like dying embers in the heat of fire.
"Ryoko," Tenchi breathed in her ear before she raised them both in the air as she had done so many months ago. They spun in midair, the stereo suddenly alive with soft melodies, hard and acoustic at the same time. Darkness all around, they sought the other ones precious touch of hand against hip, arms around neck, cheek against cheek, and soul given to soul.
"Dance with me Tenchi," Ryoko pleaded, her white eyes searching his. In answer, his body began to sway. Giving into it, her motions followed his. It was the perfect moment that anyone could ever share. Bodies so tight together, yet a drift in unabridged space.
"This is the perfect moment that I've dreamed of," he whispered, drawing her back by the arm as she had flown a short distance from him.
"The moment?" Ryoko asked quizzically in a sexy tone that surfaced quite unexpectedly.
"I know what I just said, but with you here, in my arms," his lips penetrated hers, which eagerly opened to his advances.
She drew away, "Are you sure?"
"Positive. Are you?"
She stifled inappropriate laughter. "Tenchi, please. I want to keep the laughter to an absolute minimum and keep the love at an absolute maximum."
His eyes were bright as he asked, "Would you mind?" as he gestured to their floating position.
Ryoko nodded softly and Tenchi could feel her teleportation process take over both bodies. In a bright flash of light, they were lying on his futon, the whole three years becoming but a distant memory. Those memories shuffled through each head as their worlds became less and less alien and more familiar. It was a release, as the need became passion, as the tears melded with sweat, and as passion drifted from curiosity to want and back to fervent love once again. It was just as she had imagined, Tenchi lying over her, staring down into her eyes, mesmerized by their reflections of him shining back. It was even better than could ever be imagined though.
Even though he was sure he had made the correct choice long before this moment, Tenchi's heart thudded harder and louder as he loved her. The way she held him, the way her hot breath shot like bullets into his face. Ecstasy just didn't describe all the emotions that came with every look, every sound, every feeling as her very soul coursed through his. Even as she lay over him, running a solitary fingertip from his shoulder down his arm, and to his fingertip, he lay awake to feel her say his name over and over again. This was the way that it should have always been.
As the storm passed, the bright sun's rays shone down through an open window. Their light grazed a mound of blankets. Secure in the arms of their loved one, safe from the unwelcome solar spotlight, Tenchi and Ryoko slept soundly, reassured that their love would last for eternity.
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Again, short I know, but they'll get longer. And I even posted chap 7, so don't complain and just REVIEW!