The first light of morning coursing through the window woke Ranma with a start. Despite not getting much sleep all night, he was always an early riser, a habit long beaten into him by his father's morning attacks for "training."

It took a moment for him to remember where he was and how he had gotten there. Flashes of memories from the day before ran through his mind, ending on the activities he and his new fiancée got up to late in the night. Ranma shivered as hormones coursed through him, his dick rising to the occasion. Morning wood had been nothing but a nuisance for as long as he could remember; now he was curious if the girl sleeping in his arms would be interested in another round…

He leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, gently shaking her. "Nabiki? It's time to get up."

Nabiki inhaled sharply as she was dragged into the waking world. "Mmm?" she asked as she rubbed her eyes. "What time is it? I didn't hear my alarm go off."

"Just after five."

Nabiki's eyes snapped open. Ranma could practically see flames burning in them. "You woke me two hours before my alarm? After we were up half the night?"

Ranma winced, So much for morning nookie. Maybe he should learn to sleep in… "Well… maybe you could come with me to do some sparring? After all, if we're going to be joining the schools together, you should probably start training again."

Nabiki rolled over Ranma until she was between him and the wall. Bracing her legs, she pushed hard, shoving him out of her bed. Ranma let out a cry of surprise, before crashing to the floor. She grabbed the blanket and pulled it up over her head. "Look, if you want a partner in running the business side of the school, I'm your girl," she said. "But if you want someone to help you teach, you'd better go apologize to Akane for seeing her naked yesterday." She burrowed further under the covers. "Now let me go back to sleep."

Ranma rolled his eyes. Well, he supposed she had been awake most of the night. Maybe she would be in a better mood later.

He grabbed his tank top and boxers from the floor, dressed, and made his way down to the dojo to get his clothes. As he entered, he found his father was still asleep in his panda form, snoring loudly.

Ranma grinned evilly, cracking his knuckles. Well! For once he woke up before Genma. If Nabiki wasn't going to help him work out this morning, his father would be an acceptable substitute.

The alarm clock next to Nabiki's bed rang loudly hours later. Her hand snaked out from under her blanket, smashing the button to stop the infernal racket, before it retreated to its cave.

She sighed. It had been a long night. She only got about four or so hours of actual sleep. She would be dragging ass all day today.

She sat up and grunted as she felt a squish between her legs. She smiled, putting her hands on her belly. That's right. The reason she got no sleep last night was because she was busy fixing her mistake. She blew out a breath. She was safe. It would be fine.

She stood from her bed, stripping the sheets and tossing them in the hamper, before grabbing her robe and heading to the bathroom to do her morning ablutions.

As she brushed her teeth, she considered her next step. She remembered kicking him out of bed a couple of hours earlier, and frowned. Okay, that was probably not the best impression on her new fiancé, but she had been tired! He couldn't hold her responsible for what she said when she was tired!

She sighed. No, she couldn't think that way. Just because she got what she needed from him didn't mean she could throw him to the curb now. Her father was expecting them to be a couple after all. She would still find herself in hot water if she chased him away. She should apologize to him just to cover her bases.

She spat out her toothpaste, then looked at her reflection in the mirror. For the first time since she came home from her date with Daddy, she didn't feel the crushing weight of the future on her shoulders. Sure, the future she had wasn't what she planned on, but it was a lot brighter and lighter than it could have been. All she had to do was keep from screwing it up.

Ranma felt like he was walking on air as he exited the dojo, dressed for the day in a red blouse and dark pants. Despite not sleeping, he was still riding high from his night with Nabiki. Beating his father to a pulp had done nothing but raise his spirits even further. He kind of wished Ryoga would show up today, just so they could have that fight he had been promised last year.

He paused, wondering whatever happened to that boy. He wished they could have parted on better terms.

He shook his head. He wasn't about to let old memories ruin his good mood! He had a spring in his step and was humming a jaunty tune as he took his place at the table for breakfast. Kasumi had already set a plate down for him, and it was piled higher than he was used to living on the road. He was even kind of looking forward to going to school! Everything was coming up Ranma!

"Well at least one of us had a good night last night," grumbled Akane.

Ranma's mood crashed like a bird hitting a window. He winced, almost painfully, as he got a look at his future sister-in-law. It was obvious that she hadn't slept well the night before; dark circles gathered under her eyes, and she was nursing a cup of black coffee. "H-hey, Akane," he tested gingerly.

Akane grumbled. It seemed like she wanted to make some kind of biting remark, but held her tongue, took another drink of her coffee, and tried again. "Good morning, Saotome-kun."

Ranma sighed. Nabiki had said he needed to apologize to her. She was right too, he needed to have at least a decent relationship with Akane if they were going to run the dojo together. "Look, we kind of got off on the wrong foot." He thought for a moment. "Actually, we got off on the right foot at first, then immediately tripped and ripped open a massive wound on our faces."

Akane snorted but didn't argue the point. She gestured for him to continue.

"Ever since I got this curse, I haven't quite felt like myself. Did you know we thought it was permanent at first? I haven't been in the right headspace for weeks, and then all of a sudden we're here and I'm a girl, and you were friendly. We had a little sparring session, and you were pretty good too!"

Akane rolled her eyes. "Yeah, so good I couldn't touch you," she groused.

Ranma shook his head. "I've practically done nothing but martial arts my entire life. You've done them and gone to school, had friends, done other things, and you're still that good. I had fun! Not a lot of people can give me a workout like that."

Akane blushed, looking down at her cup. "Thanks."

Ranma nodded. "Anyway, I shoulda come clean to you and your family about being a boy earlier. If I had, we probably wouldn't have seen each other naked. I'm sorry."

Akane mulled over his words silently for a long while. She drained the rest of her coffee before she finally looked up at him again. "Thank you for saying that, Ranma." He smiled when she used his given name again. "I accept your apology." She started to eat her own breakfast. "You know, you're a lot more introspective than I gave you credit for."

Ranms let out an embarrassed laugh. "Awe, that's your sister's influence," he admitted. "She told me I should tell you I was sorry." He winced when her expression soured. "Not that she was wrong! I agree with her! I promise the apology was sincere."

Akane's face softened. She took another bite, considering for a moment, before her expression turned teasing. "I may not know much about sex, but that's some weird pillow talk, Ranma."

Ranma dropped his chopsticks in surprise, and blushed darkly. Akane chuckled, finishing her coffee.

"H-how did you…?"

Akane toasted him with her empty mug. "The walls are thin, and my bedroom is right next to Nabiki's." She took another bite of her breakfast.

Somehow, Ranma blushed even more red. "Ack! I… I didn't, like… it was her idea!"

"Oh, I don't doubt that," Akane said. "I'm still trying to figure out her angle, that's all."

Ranma frowned. "Angle?"

Akane shrugged. "Nabiki doesn't do things for free. She volunteered to be your fiancée for some reason."

Ranma looked down at his breakfast, his appetite disappearing. On the one hand, he felt a little insulted. On the other, Akane did know his sister a lot better than he did.

He was about to ask for more details, when Genma wandered into the room, plopping down at the table. Ranma sighed, embarrassed for a different reason now, as Genma hadn't bothered to change out of his cursed form after their morning sparring session. "Pops, you know you can't eat people food as a panda." He grabbed the waiting kettle and poured it over his father's head.

Genma appeared through the cloud of steam, adjusting his glasses. "Yes, well. I didn't realize that our hosts had kept some water hot for us. I must remember to thank Soun."

"It was Kasumi's idea, actually," said Akane. She gave Genma a look that implied she didn't think much about him.

Genma grumbled and tucked into his breakfast.

Ranma rolled his eyes at his father's antics and got back to his meal. He was nearly finished when he heard Nabiki's voice call out. "Hey Ranma! Catch!"

Ranma looked up and saw a leather bag flying at his head. He snagged it out of the air with his chopsticks, allowing Genma to swipe the last piece of fish from his plate. He glowered at his old man, before turning back to his fiancée. She was dressed in her school uniform, ready for the day. While she looked tired, her mood was definitely improved from earlier this morning. That was good. "What's this?" he asked.

"That's my old school bag," she said, turning slightly to show off the large purse she was using to carry her school supplies. "Figured you probably needed one."

Akane blinked at her sister curiously. "Wow, onee-chan," she said. "When did you get that bag? It's beautiful!"

Naniki preened. "Do you like it? I picked it up last week. I sold more of those pictures of you doing martial arts to Kuno"

Akane pouted. "You could at least share your earnings, if you're selling pictures of me."

Nabiki chuckled, shaking her head, before turning back to Ranma. "You should have everything you need in there for today; pencils, notebooks, and so on."

Ranma opened the bag, rifling through the contents. He nodded approvingly, then frowned. "What's this thing?" he asked, pulling out a metal and plastic box.

Nabiki's eyes widened. "Oh! I forgot to transfer that to my new bag! Thanks for finding it!" She plucked the device from his hands. "Can't lose that, or I'll be out big bucks!"

Ranma was puzzled. "What is it?"

Akane rolled her eyes. "It's a little recording device she uses to help log her bets, so she has proof when someone tries to back out of paying up."

Genma's ears perked up. "Bets?"

"Just a little action on some of the fights that go on around school," Nabiki said. "Nothing much."

Ranma perked up at the word "fights", but before he could ask what she meant, Genma pounded the table with a fist. "I'd like to place a bet on Ranma to win all the fights!" he declared excitedly, sticking his finger up in the air as if making an important speech to the Diet.

Ranma smacked his father down, driving his face into the tatami mats. "Yeah? With what money?"

Genma turned to look at Nabiki, giving her his best wide-eyed pleading smile. "Perhaps my new daughter-in-law could extend me a loan?"

Nabiki looked down her nose at Genma, giving him her coldest stare. "Earn your own damn keep, Old Man," she said icily. "If you're going to be staying for a while, maybe I should talk to Dad about charging you rent."

Genma recoiled, shivering slightly. "P-perhaps I'll see about finding a job while you're at school today, Boy!" He quickly retreated into the kitchen.

Ranma rolled his eyes. "He'll forget that promise before lunch." He shouldered the bag and stood up. Hesitating for a second, he reached over and took Nabiki's hand.

Nabiki flushed slightly, before adjusting her grip so their fingers interlaced. She gave him a reassuring squeeze and smiled at him. Ranma smiled back. Good, all was forgiven for that morning.

Akane made gagging noises at them, giggling when they turned to glare at her.

They walked hand in hand out the house and down the road toward the school. Ranma was enjoying the quiet companionship and the hand-holding, but he just couldn't help himself. "So, that thing you did that freaked out Pops. Is that a technique of the Tendo school or something? Can you teach that to me?"

Nabiki looked at him curiously. "Technique?"

"Yeah! You know! That thing you did where you looked at him and your ki went all cold and he just ran away." He laughed at the memory. "I think he even peed himself a little."

Akane broke out into a belly laugh, slapping her sister on the back affectionately. "Yeah, that sounds like our Ice Queen."

Nabiki pointed her "technique" at Akane, then rolled her eyes, chuckling a little. "It's nothing special," she admitted. "Pretty much every girl over the age of ten knows how to do that to a boy or a man who's bothering her."

Ranma sighed, snapping his fingers on his free hand. "Aww, so it's only something girls can do? Dang it."

"Well…" Nabiki looked up, putting a finger on her chin as she considered. "I might be able to teach it to your alter ego."

Akane broke out into uproarious laughter again. Ranma seethed for a moment, before quietly joining in. "Heh, yeah, maybe."

The banter between the three of them continued for a while as they walked to school when suddenly Akane became quiet and her expression turned intense. Ranma was about to ask what going on when she took off at a full sprint. Ranma looked to his fiancée for an explanation, but Nabiki just smirked enigmatically. "Remember when I said Akane had problems with boys?"

Ranma nodded. "Yeah."

"And that I took bets on the fights that went on around school?"

Ranma quirked an eyebrow. "Yeah…"

Nabiki gestured with her head towards the school. "Come on! Let's go watch her earn me some money!"

Ranma frowned at her. How could she be so blazé about her sister getting into a fight?

Of course, he knew Akane could defend herself…

Still, it wouldn't be very manly if he let his sister-in-law fight on her own.

Without another word, he reached down and picked up Nabiki under her legs into a princess carry. Nabiki let out a cry of surprise. "Ranma! What the…" Once he was sure his fiancée was secure, Ranma took off down the road.

Nabiki put her arms around his shoulders and held on tight. She would never admit it, but she enjoyed the ride a lot more than she expected.

Ranma shouldn't have worried about Akane.

He was honestly very impressed with how she handled the horde of boys attacking her with all manner of sports gear. Sure they were all amateurs, but a mob of amateurs were just as deadly as a single martial arts expert. Maybe more so.

He couldn't wait to learn some of the Tendo techniques if they were about fighting groups like this!

Ranma set Nabiki down on her feet and watched Akane kick one guy wearing a judo gi in the crotch, before spinning in place and using her bag to cudgel a baseball player in the head. Good observation; the ball player was probably wearing a cup.

Nabiki smoothed out her skirt from the ride, regained her composure, and then smiled at her fiancé. "I'm going to head up to class, Ranma," she said. "Akane should be finished in about ten or so minutes, and she can lead you to hers."

Ranma nodded to show he heard her, though his eyes stayed locked on Akane's destruction of ninety percent of the male population.

Nabiki felt a cold wave of emotion wash over her, then frowned. Was that… jealousy? She quickly turned on a heel and marched towards the entrance to the school so Ranma wouldn't notice. She was being ridiculous. Ranma was a means to an end; a way to keep a roof over her head. Sure she would fuck him, but that didn't mean anything…

It never had before…

Nabiki had just settled up with one of her gamblers when the door to her class slammed open. In stomped Tatewaki Kuno, and he was mad.

Nabiki grinned at her best customer. "Hiya Kuno. Did you finally beat Akane today?"

Kuno glared at her. "I did not even face your sister today," he growled. "There was… an interloper."

Nabiki was about to tease him further when she noticed something written on his forehead. "Insufferable?" she muttered.

Kuno growled through gritted teeth. He pulled out a hand mirror, and stared at the word written on his forehead "That foul cur, Saotome! How dare he be so familiar with the fair Akane? I just had to challenge him!"

Upon closer inspection, Nabiki realized that the kanji written so clearly on his forehead was, in fact, bruises. She laughed.

Kuno's ire grew. "It's not funny," he snarled. He stood and marched over to the chalkboard. "He can't even spell properly, the demon. Look!" With broad movements, he wrote his name on the board. "You see? The kanji should be written like this!" The word he spelled was "capable".

"Is that so?" Nabiki asked. She picked up her own chalk and drew a different kanji. "Isn't it more like this?" With a slight deviation, Nabiki spelled "incapable".

Kuno glared at her. "I loathe you." His eyes dipped down to the new bag she carried over her shoulder and sneered. "Why don't you drop out and go prostitute yourself down at the docks. Seems like you'd be good at it."

Nabiki glared. While she had been extra careful to keep her activities quiet around school, it seemed that Kuno knew how some of their classmates could afford luxury goods. "Sure," she retorted. "Maybe I'll see you down there when you go visit your mother."

Kuno stared at her for a long moment, before he huffed and returned to his seat, picking up the mirror once more. "Well struck," he begrudgingly acknowledged.

Nabiki nodded. If Kuno had one good quality, it was that he admitted when he was hit by a blow. Of course, just because he felt the matter was dropped didn't mean she had to drop it.

"Just what is this Saotome to your sister, anyway?" he demanded, changing the subject.

Nabiki examined her nails. "Oh, he's the son of Dad's oldest friend. He's here to fulfill his half of an arranged marriage."

Kuno folded his arms, nodding sagely. "Your father is an influential man in this town. He would do well to marry off Kasumi to a strong ronin to raise his influence further, cur though he is."

Nabiki quirked an eyebrow. She didn't realize Kuno knew anything about local politics. Of course, he was out to marry Akane, so maybe he had simply done his research on his potential in-laws. "Kasumi isn't his fiancée," she corrected. "She has another suitor."

Now it was Kuno's turn to look surprised. "But she is the eldest! It is her duty!" He stroked his chin. "Her suitor must be a great man indeed!"

Nabiki nodded. "A doctor."

"Ah, yes. Of course." He looked up at the ceiling, pondering. "So if Kasumi is not the bride, and you are a succubus who brings nothing but shame upon your house," Nabiki bristled at the barb, "then that means…" His eyes widened, big as dinner plates. "No!"

Nabiki shrugged, saying nothing.

Enraged, Kuno stood from his seat knocking it to the floor. "SAOTOME!" he bellowed, before racing out of the classroom, knocking over their homeroom teacher who had just entered himself.

The girl who sat next to Kuno leaned in close to Nabiki. "Is it true? Is your sister engaged?"

Nabiki sighed. While it would probably be easier in the short term if people didn't know about the engagement–or more funny if they thought Akane was the fiancée–in the long run it would be better if they knew the truth now, rather than find out when her belly started to show. "No, I let him think that to get him for calling me a whore, because I knew it would piss him off. Ranma is actually my fiancé." She walked away before her classmate could react, wandering into the hallway to watch the show.

Nabiki strolled out of the school, searching the grounds for her errant fiancé. Soon, she found a female Ranma and Akane standing over a prone Kuno. Ranma was soaking wet from jumping out of the third-story window and into the pool. She was also bottomless for some reason, though the shirt that fit her as a boy was oversized on her more petite form, and covered everything important.

"Ugh, let's head home," Ranma said.

Akane wrinkled her nose. "School isn't done yet, you know."

"I'll go with him," Nabiki said, catching their attention for the first time. "Her. Whichever."

Ranma shrugged. "I kinda told Kuno I was someone else rather than try to explain the curse. I guess I'm okay with being a 'her' when I look like this. Maybe it will help keep the curse a secret."

Akane frowned at her sister. "Don't you have a test? You said you had to study yesterday."

Nabiki shrugged. "My teacher will let me make it up."

Akane put her hands on her hips. "Uh huh," she said flatly. Finally, she shrugged. "Well, whatever, I'm not Mom." She turned on her heel and walked back towards the school.

Ranma waved at her. "Thanks for bringing me a kettle!"

Akane didn't turn to look, though she waved back over her head. "Make sure you use protection!"

Ranma looked puzzled. "Protection? For what? Like a helmet?"

Nabiki hoped she wasn't blushing hard enough to be noticed by her slightly dense fiancé. "N-no," she said, cursing herself for stuttering. "Don't worry about it." She took Ranma's hand. She was a lot shorter than her male form. Her hand was a lot more delicate as well. "Why don't you tell me what happened?"

Ranma shrugged. "Kuno came bursting into our class screaming something about Akane being my fiancée. We tried to tell him it wasn't true, but he wouldn't believe it."

Nabiki chuckled to herself. Kuno was so easy to manipulate. "Yeah, I'll make sure that whole thing is cleared up later."

Ranma quirked an eyebrow. "You're okay with people knowing we're engaged?"

Nabiki shrugged. "People are going to find out eventually. May as well get ahead of the story before the rumor mill goes wild with it."

Ranma mulled that over for a moment. "Okay, I can understand that." She winced. "I'm going to need to tell people about the curse, aren't I?"

Nabiki giggled. "We can try to keep it secret as long as you want." She gave Ranma a reassuring squeeze of the hand. "Besides, who's going to believe there are magic springs in rural China?"

Ranma still looked unsure, but she nodded anyway. She told Nabiki about jumping out of the window and landing in the pool. About Akane bringing him a kettle, but then Kuno arriving. About almost keeping his girl form secret, until Kuno got thrown into the tree and broke the kettle with his head.

Nabiki felt the green fire of jealousy burn once again. A small part of her started jumping up and down screaming that she should have been the one to find Ranma and bring her a kettle. She resolved to keep a thermos of hot water in her purse going forward.

They reached the Tendo compound just as Ranma finished catching Nabiki up with what happened with Kuno. They entered the home still hand in hand. "We're home!" Nabiki cried.

There was no answer. The pair wandered around looking for their fathers and Kasumi, but none of them were around. "They must be out," Nabiki said.

"Huh, maybe my old man actually did get a job," Ranma replied.

Nabiki smirked. "Ranma, I haven't known your father very long, but somehow I don't think that's true."

Ranma chuckled. "Yeah, you're right. Anyway, mind if I get a bath? I'd like to turn back into a guy now, and it looks like Kasumi didn't leave the kettle on when she left."

Nabiki shrugged. "Sure," she sat down and grabbed the TV remote. "I can just wait here and watch trashy soaps until you get out." She winked at him. "I like to laugh at how stupid the love quadrilangles get." She turned to the TV and turned it on.

For a moment, Ranma didn't move. She didn't speak, or seemingly breathe. Nabiki wondered for a moment if one of the Saotome School techniques was teleportation.

"Or…" she finally said in a small voice, "maybe you could join me? Wash my back?"

Nabiki perked up, blinking rapidly in surprise. She turned to look at her fiancée, who was currently studying her toes and blushing red as a tomato. She grinned. "Did you just proposition me?" she laughed. Well, she did owe Ranma an apology for kicking him out of bed this morning…

Ranma looked up, panicked. She waved her hands rapidly as if trying to erase what had been said. "No! I mean… Yes kind of… But we don't have to! I just thought…" She looked down again, poking her fingers together. "Cuddling with you is nice, and we have the house to ourselves, and Kuno kinda groped me when we were fighting underwater and…"

Nabiki took pity on her. She stood, stepped into Ranma's space, and wrapped her arms around the shorter girl. She smirked to herself; this was a lot different, between the height difference and Ranma's prodigious chest pushing against hers. She liked it. "If you want some attention, Ranma, all you need to do is ask." She lifted Ranma's chin with a finger, leaned down, and kissed her gently.

Ranma melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around the taller girl's waist. It felt different as a girl. Not better or worse, but definitely different. She wondered what else would be different. She squeezed Nabiki tighter, pressing them together.

Nabiki enjoyed being on top in bed and found that being the taller one in a kiss scratched the same itch. A hand wandered down her fiancée's back, her fingertips dancing gently over her waist, before reaching the hem of her shirt. She broke the kiss in surprise. "Ranma, where's your underwear?"

Ranma blushed. "I may have left them up that tree with my pants when I was wringing them out."

Nabiki barked a laugh. "So you walked all the way home with your butt hanging out this whole time?" She squeezed a cheek for emphasis.

Ranma gasped, then let out a rather feminine moan. "Everything was covered," she said indignantly. She countered by standing on her toes and laying a sucking kiss on Nabiki's exposed neck.

Now it was Nabiki's turn to moan. "Bathroom?"

Ranma ceased in her assault of her fiancée's neck, lifted her into a princess carry, and rushed off to the changing room.

They stripped each other, kissing skin as it became exposed. Ranma was at a disadvantage having only one article of clothing on her body, but she made up for it in speed, quickly undoing the fasteners on Nabiki's uniform, and pulling the whole thing up over her head, leaving her standing there in her bra and panties.

Nabiki grinned lewdly as she unbuttoned Ranma's blouse. "Eager much?"

Ranma blushed darkly, laughing nervously. She was about to counter with some cheesy line about how beautiful she found Nabiki. How excited she made her. How happy she felt when Nabiki was around. How…

All thoughts flew straight out the window as the last button on Ranma's shirt opened, and Nabiki leaned down, latching onto a nipple. Ranma gasped, letting out a keening moan, and wrapped her arms around Nabiki's head.

Nabiki had always thought girls were pretty but had never felt the need to pursue one. Sure, a few of the other girls in her class were hot—maybe she even had a rather sensual dream here and there about them—but she never thought she'd ever do anything with a girl.

Now she continued her assault on Ranma's tit with abandon. Her hand reached up to play with the other. She flicked the nipple with her tongue, suckled like she was dying of thirst, and then she switched to the other breast and started all over. She reduced Ranma to babbling incoherently and felt a drive to push her further. She could feel herself becoming aroused just from the noises her fiancée was making.

Nabiki may have never considered a relationship with a woman before, but now she was looking forward to future encounters with Ranma's girl side.

"N-Nabiki," Ranma managed to say through ragged breaths. "B-bath…"

Nabiki took pity on Ranma, and released her hold on her breast, straightening to remove her bra. She smirked as she saw a massive flush across the pale skin of her chest. Ranma was panting for breath as if she'd run a marathon, and it was making her breasts heave in a way that made Nabiki want to ignore Ranma's protests and dive back in. Her legs also twitched in a way that made her think the shorter girl probably had an orgasm; a thought that made Nabiki feel weirdly proud.

Finally, Ranma seemed to get ahold of herself enough to stand steady. She yanked Nabiki's panties to the ground, finally rendering her naked. She grabbed her hand, turned, and marched into the bathing area itself. Inside was a large tub, full of steaming water. Ranma practically did a little jump for joy, and made ready to step in…

Only for Nabiki to yank on her arm, pulling her back. "Hey! You can't just get in like that!" she protested.

Ranma looked at her, her face a mixture of shock, sadness, and horniness. "But… I…"

Nabiki shook her head. "You need to wash off first. You'll get the water all gross!"

Ranma looked down at herself. She wasn't all that dirty. She was also currently missing a piece of anatomy that she would really like to have back. "But what about…"

Nabiki tugged on Ranma's hand again, leading her to the washing stools. "Kasumi already does enough work around this house, I won't make her drain and wash the tub just because you got impatient," she said haughtily. She pushed on Ranma's shoulders until she sat on the stool. Filling up a bucket with cold water, she dumped it over Ranma's head. "Start scrubbing your body, I'll do your back."

Ranma could feel goosebumps form on her skin. "Y-yeah?" she asked.

Nabiki didn't say a word. She knelt behind Ranma, then leaned forward to reach for the soap and a loofa. Ranma inhaled sharply when she felt Nabiki's chest press into her back.

Nabiki smirked at her fiancée's reaction, lingering longer than she needed to, before pulling back, and applying soap to the sponge. "Sorry if the water was too cold," she said. She gently started to scrub Ranma's back.

Ranma swallowed hard. "It wasn't that bad," she said. She grabbed another loofa, not caring who it belonged to, and lathered herself up.

Nabiki chuckled to herself. "You're trembling," she said with a teasing lilt.

"I don't think that had much to do with the water temperature," Ranma admitted.

"Oh?" Nabiki brushed the loofa along Ranma's side. "What else could it have been?" Her other hand started to brush her other side.

Ranma let out a small moan, leaning back into Nabiki's touch. She gasped when delicate fingers began to glide along her breasts, and then gently flick her nipples. "My dead sexy fiancée teasing me probably had something to do with it…"

Nabiki sputtered and fell into giggles. She leaned into Ranma, giving her a tight hug. "Oh that was so corny!" she crowed. She picked up the rinse bucket, and dumped it over Ranma's head, earning a squeak of indignation. Then she tossed the loofa aside, dipped her head, and kissed Ranma's neck.

Ranma shivered at the sensation of Nabiki's lips on her neck, tilting her head further to the side to encourage her to continue. "You don't like corn?" she countered. "I think it's my favorite vegetable."

Nabiki's hands reached around Ranma's body, groping her chest, and dragging a loud moan from the shorter girl's lips. Nabiki felt a thrill go up her spine and immediately wanted to hear more. Gently but firmly she pushed Ranma off of her stool, and onto her back. Nabiki planted her hands on either side of her shoulders, hovering over her. They stared at each other for a beat, their faces mere centimeters apart.

Suddenly, Nabiki smirked. "I prefer my corn creamed." She dropped her head, and laid a suckling kiss on Ranma's right nipple.

The moan that fell from Ranma's lips echoed off the tiles and sent a rush through Nabiki's body. She swirled her tongue around, listening for the warbles and changes in Ranma's voice to learn how to better tease her. Her thighs rubbed together, almost on their own. She was a lot more turned on than she was expecting.

Ranma's head was swimming in endorphins. Nothing she'd ever done by herself even came close to what her fiancée was doing to her. The fact that she didn't need to worry about holding her voice only compounded the pleasure she was experiencing. Finally, Nabiki paused in her assault on her senses. She lay there, trying desperately to catch her breath, when she felt the featherlight touch of her fiancée's fingers trailing down her body.

The finger pushing against her entrance made her gasp, then groan lewdly as it wormed its way inside of her. She could feel herself clutching around the digit, unconsciously drawing it in further. While she had experimented herself, she always shied away from actually inserting anything. Now as she felt the pleasant stretch, she wondered what she had been so afraid of.

Nabiki had a wide smile on her face as Ranma babbled incoherently. She found the spongy spot on her top wall, and pressed hard, curling her finger in a "come hither" motion. Ranma arched her back, lifting her butt off of the tile floor, and Nabiki could feel her rhythmically squeeze her finger. A spray of clear liquid burst from her, soaking Nabiki's hand.

She was honestly jealous. She didn't think she'd ever had an orgasm like that.

Finally, Ranma could take no more, pushing Nabiki's hand away as she shivered and shook from overstimulation. Nabiki sat back, admiring her handiwork, a shit-eating grin across her face. Her hand made its way between her own legs, and she idly rubbed at her clit as she waited for her partner to recover.

Ranma finally came down off of her high and gave Nabiki a lazy smile. "That was…" she thought for a moment, then shrugged. "I have no fucking idea what it was, but I liked it."

Nabiki bit her lip and grabbed a breast, her other hand working furiously towards her own orgasm. Ranma finally seemed to notice what she was doing, her eyes locked on the lewd display. "Then it's my turn," she said.

Ranma gulped. She made it to her hands and knees, and crawled over to Nabiki, positioning herself to put her face between the other girl's legs, when Nabiki grabbed her by the ears. "While I did enjoy your tongue, last night" she said through clenched teeth, "I need something thicker. Understand?"

Ranma nodded, scrambling to her feet when Nabiki let her go. She practically dove into the bathtub, sending up a wave of water that splashed Nabiki. She laughed at her fiancé's eagerness, then made an appreciative noise when a now male Ranma emerged from the water.

Nabiki couldn't help but stare. Most of her encounters with Ranma to this point had been seducing him. Her leading him to do things. Her on top to ensure she got what she needed.

Now Ranma stared at her as if she were a steak dinner after he'd been starving. His muscles bulged with barely contained restraint. And his cock, rock hard and standing straight out from his body, jumped and throbbed with his heartbeat.

It sent a thrill down her spine, part fear and part excitement. It was like watching a horror movie come to life, only instead of getting brutally murdered, she was going to get fucked.

She grinned, spreading her legs and reaching down to spread her lips as well, showing off for him. "Come on. Give it to me."

There was a moment where Ranma looked blurry, as if he was there and not at the same time, then suddenly he was on her. He pushed his body against her, falling between her legs. His hand came up and cradled the back of her head so she didn't bang it on the floor. She had a brief moment to appreciate the gesture before he attacked her breast with his mouth. She laughed as it tickled at first, then moaned once the pleasure hit. She grabbed Ranma's head, pulling him away from her chest, and making him look at her. "I'm already warmed up," she said. "Just—ahhh!"

Whatever instruction she was about to give Ranma flew right out the window. Once permission was given, he'd pushed off the floor, sliding up her body until his cock pressed firmly against her. A slight adjustment with a hand, and now he was pushing inside of her.

Nabiki wrapped her arms around his shoulders as each desperate thrust pushed deeper inside of her. Her legs lifted up, and she locked her ankles around his back. "F-fuck!" she gasped as he thrust against her. Ranma was younger and stronger than most of her previous partners had been, and he was using that strength to fuck her harder than she ever had been before. She clutched onto him desperately as her orgasm built, wondering just how hard it would come.

Then Ranma did something unexpected. He stopped thrusting and sat up. Grabbing her legs, he lifted them up higher until her ankles were resting on his shoulders, then leaned forward again, folding her in half. With his legs pressed against the tub for leverage, he thrust firmly.

Nabiki's eyes rolled back as Ranma plunged depths rarely reached by other men. She completely lost control of her voice, letting out a keening wail. She crested a level she'd always considered to be the climax and climbed even further as she was fucked into the bathroom floor.

Finally, Ranma grunted and pushed in as deeply as he could. Nabiki gasped as she felt him throb inside of her. She finally crested, crashing into an orgasm that left her shaking. Her legs were starting to cramp, and she desperately tapped Ranma on the arm to be let down.

Ranma could barely think straight as he moved his arms, releasing Nabiki from the press. He was about to get up, when she reached up, grabbed him around the neck, and pulled him in for a searing kiss. Then she wrapped her legs around his waist, squeezing him to her. It was enough to make him shiver with pleasure, and groan into her mouth.

Finally, they broke the kiss, both panting for breath. Ranma tried to stand up, but Nabiki clutched at him tightly. He chuckled. "Hey, I'm not going anywhere," he said, reassuringly. "Just thought you might want to get up from the hard floor and get into the bath."

Nabiki swallowed hard. What the hell was that? She hadn't meant to grab him like that, but every time he started to pull away, she just wanted to clutch him tighter. She clenched her jaw, finally releasing her koala hold and allowing him to stand. She struggled to her elbows, only for Ranma to offer her a hand up. Despite the fact that they were no longer having sex, she could feel her heart beat faster as he helped her to her feet.

They sat in the bath together, and Nabiki immediately grasped onto him again, wrapping her arms around his chest and resting her head on his shoulder. He sighed contentedly, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, and kissing her on her temple.

They sat there for a long time, neither of them speaking or moving. Both soaking up the warmth from the water and from each other. Periodically one or the other would sigh contentedly, enough to express what they'd been through to the other.

Finally, Nabiki broke the silence. "Ranma?"

"Mmm?" he grunted.

"You need to scrub this place down before Kasumi gets home. You left… fluids… all over the place."

Ranma burst out into indignant laughter. "It's your fault you know!"

Nabiki scoffed, putting a hand to her chest in mock affront. "Moi? I didn't squirt when I orgasmed! You did, in both forms!"

"You made me do that!" he countered. "In both forms!"

They playfully argued until their fingers became pruney. Finally they got out of the tub, and they helped each other clean up.

Kasumi pulled her ear away from the door to the bathroom, frowning. Now Akane's exhaustion this morning made sense.

She had returned from her shopping to the cries of passion of an unfamiliar female voice coming from the bathroom. She made her way over to investigate, but as she put her hand on the door to open it, there was a splash, and she heard her sister Nabiki giggle, before harmonizing with a much more masculine groan.

She retreated to her kitchen, chewing on her thumbnail as she considered the implications and the next steps. On the one hand, she was glad they were getting along. If her father found out they were "getting along" so well, he would be ecstatic and immediately call for a Shinto priest to bless the couple.

On the other hand, Kasumi wondered just what the hell Nabiki was thinking! They had known Ranma for barely over twenty-four hours, and she was sleeping with him? And skipping school to do it no less!

She sighed, leaning back against the counter. One couldn't read as many romance novels as she had and not believe in love at first sight, but she seriously doubted that's what was happening here. Nabiki wasn't the type.

Unfortunately, she wasn't sure what her next move was. Confronting Nabiki about it would just result in denials, accusations of spying, and the old standard: "You're not Mom, Kasumi!" Nabiki hadn't broken that one out since middle school, but she was sure it was still in her repertoire. Instead, she'd bide her time, and discuss with Akane. She was in class with Ranma, maybe she had an insight into his character that Kasumi couldn't yet make.

Nabiki sighed contentedly and snuggled in closer to her fiancé. Ranma was lying on his back, snoring lightly. After everyone else had gone to bed, Ranma had snuck up to her room, and asking if he could sleep in here. He claimed his father was snoring loud enough to rattle the doors, and he needed somewhere quiet to sleep. Nabiki had rolled her eyes, but she was smiling when she did it and had invited him in.

They had sex. Nabiki knew it would happen when he entered her room, and frankly if he hadn't made a move she probably would have seduced him. Ranma may have been new to sex, but he was a quick study, and the few times they had done it were making Nabiki change her mind on her opinion of the act altogether. If being his fiancée meant she got to have orgasms on the regular, then she was getting on board with the idea.

Ranma had fallen asleep soon after they finished, and she wasn't far behind. She yawned, laying her head on his shoulder. Maybe she should ask her father for a larger bed as a wedding present. On the other hand, he was rather comfy to snuggle up with. She closed her eyes. Maybe this whole fiancé thing wasn't so bad after all…

Author's Notes: Woo! Chapter two in the books! And believe it or not, but this was my very first sex scene between two women! Did you like it? Let me know in the comments!

I've written a couple of scenes for chapter three already, but I'm not certain how long it will take to finish it. The whole story is outlined, so don't worry! Writer's block will not kill this off!

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