Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Tue, 10 Dec 2002 02:51:46 -0500 Sam Vilsmeier <syp104@email.psu.edu> wrote:
With a gulp of apprehension, Hotaru said, "This isn't a dream, is it?"
"Nope," replied the martial artist.
Ranma's taking this rather well.
Hotaru nodded. She was in bed, with a boy, with {who she : whom she'd} had sex, and she had
no idea what was going on.
Hotaru quickly decided to put some space between {her : herself} and the boy, and jumped
back with all her inconsiderable might.
Do you mean that she doesn't have much might?
What she didn't take into consideration was {they : the} way her two parental
figures were wrapped around the young man, pinning her legs to his side.
This minor fact combined with quite a bit of dumb luck and twisted irony
made the landing a not that unpleasant surprise as she fell back onto him,
ending up in a precarious lip to lip position.
Hotaru didn't know who first initiated it, but her belly was filled with a
growing fire as they began to kiss. She really wasn't sure what was going
on. She didn't know this strange boy, but she couldn't stop. She slowly
began to lose {control, clouded : control. Clouded} by passion and {desire and the : desire, The} kiss slowly
become more passionate and desperate.
It was {: as} if her body was on autopilot, as {in : if} some hidden part of her nature
had taken control.
Suddenly, Hotaru involuntarily released a moan of pleasure, as something
long, hard, and pleasurable was placed somewhere sensitive. The shock {if : of}
what she was doing, snapped Hotaru out of her passion filled daze.
Hotaru quickly bolted upward, and looked eye to eye with Ranma. He was {a
blow : as blown} away by what they were doing as she was. The two looked into each other
's eyes for an endless moment. As one they, decided what to do.
Setsuna stumbled back into a chair{, :} and grabbed her head. For the first time
in her recent memory, she felt as if she had no control {of : over} the situation.
She felt helpless and confused.
Why had he just given in so quickly? By all {right : rights he} should be running in fear
of retribution, but he had no worries. No guilt. There was just something
so... right about it. It was as if doing this, that, and another thing with
Hotaru-chan here was the most natural thing in the world.
"Hai..." She blushed, and smiled demurely. Ironic, considering exactly what
they'd been doing just moments prior.
I can think of worse ways to be introduced. At least this way they
_really_ know each other.
Ranma was surprised by the wave of emotion brought on by the young girl's
{smiled : smile}. It was like the feeling he got when Akane smiled, only ten times
more intense.
"{To : Not to : Don't} worry. You just have to give yourself a moment to adjust," commented
Ranma.
Though the first is certainly true, I don't think it's what you mean.
"What the hell?!" exclaimed Michiru. She tried to get off the bed, but
because of her disorientation and lack of vision, she rolled off, and hit
the {ground : floor}.
Michiru growled. "We don't know who he is! Just because {your : you're} in bed with
Ranma doesn't mean you...," Michiru paused in mid sentence. "How do I know
your name?"
After assimilating as much of it as he could, he looked up to her and said,
"The same way I know this. Your name is Kaiou Michiru, your birthday is
March 6, your favorite color is blue, you love sashimi but hate kikurage,
and you're a GREAT violinist." he paused for a split second then added, "Oh
yeah, and you have this spot on your back, that if {you : I} rub it right, {make : makes}
you just melt."
Setsuna nodded, and in a slightly {defeatist : defeated} tone she said, "Yep. We're all
part of Ranma-kun's little harem."
Michiru's eyes opened wide and her jaw went agape she was {balled : bowled} over by a
wash of pleasant emotion and desire connected to those fantasies. That...
that was exactly WHAT she wanted. She wanted to be in his arms, she longed
for his body. We wanted to be with him forever...
What fantasies? That's just what happened a couple hours ago. :}b
"Jusenkyo, the {Curse : Spring} of Drowned Girl." stated Setsuna. From the look on her
face, Michiru could tell she didn't learn that from any of this phantom
knowledge. She already knew it.
Haruka grumbled a bit and with a sigh kept on sleeping
She's handling this very well.
Ranma resumed chanting last {rights : rites}.
Michiru gawked at the ring, considering the implications. She then grabbed
the still comatose Haruka's hand. Part of her had hoped that Haruka was in
the mess as well as well. If they couldn't marry each other, at least they
could be still connected by being married to a third {part : party}.
Their lips suddenly met and they were locked into a passionate embrace,
their hand wandering all over each other's bodies, feeling every individual
curve of the {others' : other's} body. Their hand slowly grew {move : more} bold and their
breathing quickened.
Suddenly both of their eyes flashed open in realization of exactly what they
were doing, and how far they were going. In a flash {: they} were on the {other side : opposite sides}
of the bed blushing wildly.
Since Ranma and Hotaru didn't wake Haruka, this probably wouldn't either.
Michiru nodded profusely. Without thinking she blurted out, "Maybe later..."
She then blushed even more brightly as she realized exactly what she had
said. "I mean, er... well... lets {jut : just} talk about this later!"
"Well, we should wake her up!" she blurted out, still frazzled by what she
{hand : had} been doing with Ranma.
"I feel really messed up. What the hell {we're : were} we doing last night?" asked
the blonde.
So she still hasn't noticed the naked guy next to her.
"Hey, {you're : your} not Michiru!" exclaimed Haruka in shock.
Haruka was slightly confused. She had {really : never} been {that :} attracted to men, but
Ranma was... well... HOT. She wouldn't mind having some fun with him. That
really freaked her out, but at least he had that strange curse of his. It
was a total bonus.
Haruka looked at her {lover : lover's} lackluster eyes. Did Michiru, her lover, just say
she wanted to do the deed with a man? "Are you kidding me?"
Lackluster doesn't seem right, but I don't know what you're going for
there.
Setsuna rolled her eyes as she adjusted her robe. "Well Hotaru, this is {big : a big : a fine}
mess we've gotten ourselves into this time." She sighed and took a sip of
her coffee, "I really didn't see this coming."
The house shook with the force of Hotaru's face {fall : fault}.
I get the impression that they've all had at least one turn with Ranma,
they just don't remember it. My guess is that they've just come down from
the first effects of a love potion or spell and it is still affecting their
thoughts and feelings. Their reactions when it wears off (as much as it
will) should be interesting.
I don't think Michiru and Haruka exactly count as former lesbians. I doubt
either is ready to start oggling the boys at the beach. It's just that
something has overwhelmed their otherwise total devotion to each other.