"But then I'd miss the lectures, and I'd fail all my tests!" he
protested.

"So?"

He groaned in frustration. Then inspiration struck.

"You remember that TV show, about the guy who fails his college
entrance exams, and then he falls in love with his landlady?"

Ryoko looked worried. "That really happens?"

"Uh-huh. All the time."

"Oh." She thought about it some more. "Then how about during lunch?
That wouldn't interfere with your classes, right?" She kissed his
cheek. "And lunchtime would be the perfect time for it, too, don't you
think?" She nuzzled against him and licked his neck. "Please,
Tenchiiiii..."

He started to protest, then couldn't think of any particular argument
against it.

"I'll think about it, Ryoko, OK?" he assured her. "Until then, please,
don't show up at my school for that. Please?"

"Alright, Tenchi, alright," she said, sounding disappointed.

"Thank you, Ryoko," he said, breathing easier again.

She smiled. "If you *really* want to thank me..." She slid on top and
straddled him, then bent down to kiss him. "... there's something you
can do."

He smiled back. "I was kind of hoping to do that anyway, Ryoko, but
I'm not exactly ready yet, if you know what I mean."

"I'll fix that," she promised, her eyes gleaming. There was something
she wanted to try, another thing she figured he hadn't done with Aeka.
He flailed around in surprise for a moment when she grabbed onto him
and floated upwards. Then he calmed down and let her carry him to the
edge of the bed. He sat down. Ryoko's feet touched the floor and she
knelt in front of him, resting her breasts on his knees. Then she took
hold of his flaccid penis and pressed it between them.

Tenchi cringed in fear for just moment, remembering the last time
someone had offered to do this for him. Who. Where. He recalled the
event in detail that was... well, *clinical*. Needles, probes, clamps,
electrodes, rubber gloves...

Ryoko looked up at him, puzzled. "Don't you like them, Tenchi?" she
asked.

"They're very nice, Ryoko, it's just that I had sort of bad..." He
shook his head. "Never mind. Please, go right ahead."

She began to rub it back and forth through her cleavage. After a
while, she brought his hands onto her bosom, encouraging him to fondle
and squeeze. He hardened swiftly, and she continued for a few minutes
after that. Emboldened a bit, Tenchi pressed her breasts firmly
against his penis and started thrusting. Ryoko smiled and licked the
head each time it poked up at her face. Briefly she considered letting
him keep going, but decided they could continue this later. She gently
grasped his wrists and pried his hands away from her breasts. Then she
got up, straddled him again, and mounted, wrapping her arms tightly
around him as if she'd never let go.

Tenchi returned her embrace as Ryoko started to bounce on his lap
energetically. He kissed her all over her face and neck, and she did
likewise. She tossed her head and whipped her hair around as she
thrust herself onto him again and again. She savored every last tiny
sensation.

She felt him driving into her, but under her hands she also felt his
heart beating faster, faster, faster. For her. His breathing hard and
rapid. Because of her. His hands caressing her, all the hesitation
gone. His lips against hers, willingly. His voice calling her name.
She felt the tension growing inside. Tenchi had caused it, *chosen* to
cause it. Finally. It wound tighter and tighter within her. Then, like
an over-stressed steel cable, it snapped. And Ryoko's last conscious
thought, just before climax took her, was that it was something Tenchi
had given her.

Tenchi felt Ryoko's body flush hotter against his skin. Her eyes
blazed, and as she bared her fangs her passionate moan changed into a
frightening snarl. Inside her he felt her clamp down on him, hard,
almost painfully hard. She raked her nails down across his shoulder
blades like claws, tearing skin and drawing blood. Tenchi gritted his
teeth, forced himself not to wince, and hugged her tighter, hoping she
wouldn't decide to bite. Chills ran down his spine for a moment and
his hair stood on end a bit as she looked him in the face, her
expression many times more wild than he'd ever seen it before. 

Then Ryoko closed her eyes and rested her head on Tenchi's shoulder,
gasping for breath, continuing to ride him. She kissed his neck with
her lips pulled back, pressing her teeth to his jugular, her body
still convulsing. He gulped and kept himself from pushing her away,
and drove from his mind the image of his lifeblood spraying all over
her face. Then, as she wound down, she rubbed her head against his
neck and cheek, caressing his skin with her hair and murmuring his
name softly. Tears trickled out of her eyes and onto his shoulder
again.

Not because of the physical pleasure, intense though it was. But
because of who'd caused it for her, after she'd desired him for so
long. It had been every bit as good as she'd imagined it would be.
Better, even. She continued to violently impale herself on him, threw
her arms around his neck and kissed him forcefully. There was
something else she'd wanted for a great while, and she was eager for
it. Then, just as suddenly as he'd given ecstasy to her, he gave her
his.

Tenchi pulled Ryoko down onto him harder and held her there. He
started to groan with release but she pressed her mouth onto his. She
stared into his face, watching every twitch of every muscle, as she
felt him stream hot inside her. She held him tight and felt every
shudder in his body, until he was spent.

They lay back down next to each other, running their hands through
each other's hair. Ryoko rested her head against Tenchi, calm, happy,
knowing that she didn't need to fear anymore that he'd pull away or
push her off.

"I think I want to do that *again*," she said after a few minutes,
smiling and kissing him. "No, scratch that. I *know* I want to do that
again." 

"Uh, Ryoko, I'm kind of worn out. Gomen nasai," he sighed in protest,
wiping sweat from his forehead.

"That's OK. *I'm* not." 

She got onto her hands and knees and looked up at the moon, judging
the time by its position instead bothering to look over at Tenchi's
alarm clock. She glanced down and saw that he was starting to fall
asleep. Ryoko opened the window, so that the cold air's bite would
keep him awake. And so her body would feel that much warmer against
his, and he'd hold her even tighter. The wind came in and made the
papers on his desk flap around noisily, but she ignored it. She
wouldn't care if everything but she and Tenchi were to blow away in a
typhoon.

Ryoko smiled for a moment. Sex in the middle of a typhoon? Now, *that*
would be *fun*! She decided she'd have to find a way for the two of
them to try it, some time.

She looked back at him and pouted. "Oh, don't quit on me *now*,
Tenchiiii," she begged. "You made me wait a long time for this, and
we're just getting started. It's at least six whole *hours* until
morning!" 

She crouched above Tenchi like a tigress over her kill, her savage
pose magnifying the sensuousness of her curves in the moonlight. Her
untamed cyan mane rippled wildly behind her in the chill breeze.
Ravenous feline eyes gleamed down at him, hot and yellow like molten
gold. She bared her glistening fangs as she grinned hungrily. Her nose
sniffed, drinking in his scent. Her fingers flexed like claws as she
shifted her stance, waiting patiently for the moment of greatest
vulnerability, preparing to pounce upon her prey. To pounce, to take,
to have, to consume. To use his body to satisfy her hunger for him.
Ryoko paused, silent and motionless as a statue, and watched.

Then she was on him. A misty remnant of Tenchi's fear filled him only
to be burned away under the heat as their lips locked passionately and
Ryoko's hands began to roam his body -- warm, seeking, insistent. 

Inexorable.


Preview of Next Chapter: No Need For Discipline

Aeka assumed a wide stance, hefted the whip, and thought back to the
day when her mother had told her about men and women and things of the
heart. "The first time you bring your love to repentance is special,
Aeka. You'll remember it fondly, all your life. And so will he."
Tenchi would kneel at her feet and beg her forgiveness. Gladly,
*joyously* she would grant it. And he would be hers, and she his,
forever.