Chelsea woke before her alarm clock and before her bed partner. Shifting herself underneath the covers, she didn’t often sleep in the nude, but after the activities of last night, there hadn’t been time or a desire to put on anything. Looking at the back of Ranma’s head, her eyes roamed down his back, tracing the rosette spots that continued down underneath the sheet draped over his waist.
Sliding over, she rose up to run her hand through his hair. “Hey, better get up, it’s still a school day.”
“School should die.” He mumbled and rolled over enough to fall off the bed, dragging most of the blankets with him.
“Agreed.” She untangled herself and slid over to sit on the edge of the bed. “There’s a shower downstairs you can use, it’s in my dad’s room, just don’t clog the drain.” Stretching herself out, she decided that she may be late for class today because she was too sore.
Unlike what some students believed, she did not simply go sleeping around, and last night had been her first time. Judging by how sloppy and uncoordinated both of them had been, Ranma was also just as inexperienced. He was enthusiastic though and there had been something wildly attractive about him. Humming to herself, she pressed the heat selection on the shower to get the water to the right temperature, and stepped in.
‘Can’t skip school, dad’s going to spaz enough over me getting spliced.’ Honestly she was surprised he didn’t see that charge to her account yet and call to yell at her.
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With his clothes in hand, Ranma staggered down the steps to the first floor while grumbling about having to go to school. Yawning loudly, he automatically picked out the second strongest scent from Chelsea’s, assuming that it was her father, and followed it to a luxurious room. In the back there was a huge bathroom with both a shower and a large bath with spa jets.
“I don’t know if I want a house like this or if I would hate it for making me soft.” He shook his head and turned on the shower. Checking the drawers underneath a double sink with a large mirror on the wall behind it, he found a large blow dryer, and many other items he associated with girls having. ‘Must be Chelsea’s mom’s stuff.’
By the time he was done grooming himself and getting dressed, Chelsea had been done for some time, and was eating cereal at an island counter in the kitchen while watching the net. ‘Awkward.’ He thought, taking a seat across from her.
“So.” He started.
“So.” She did the same, setting down her spoon with a soft clink, and they sat in silence.
“What now?” He finally spoke up.
“How should I know?”
“Well um---“ He tried to find the right words.
“I’ve never done it before either.” Chelsea said before he could say anything further.
“Really? I thought girls had.” Ranma started to say but was interrupted.
“Lost that while cheerleading a couple years ago. Thankfully it was during practice because I bled a bit.” She answered.
“Oh, I didn’t know that it could do that other than-- ya know.” Tapping a clawed finger on the table, he wondered why that hadn’t occurred to him as a girl considering the strenuous activity that he had performed as one.
But that wasn’t important at the moment, what was important was how last night he had sex with someone who was effectively a stranger. Why was a question that was now bouncing around his head. Now he was thinking clearer about the situation and any responsibilities he may have because of it. Obviously he wasn’t going to get married just over having sex, but what if he got her pregnant? He wasn’t prepared to support a kid or get married.
Chelsea was the next to speak and broke him out of his internal musings. “None of this has to be a big deal. I wasn’t looking to do that and I’m not looking for anything long term.”
“Me either.” Laughing nervously he remembered his two friends at Furinkan who would be aghast that he had said he went on a date without the intention of having sex at some point. When he clearly had and ended up doing so. “So-- um.” Ranma scratched at the back of his head. “You want to-- do something after class?”
“I have cheerleading practice right away, but how about we get together after? We could be study buddies.”
“Yea, I’m probably not doing too well at the moment.”
“Same here. Chelsea admitted. “Did you want something to eat?”
“Sure.” He answered enthusiastically. “Uh-- can I also get a ride to school?”
“No so you should probably get running.” Chelsea joked and pointed out the cupboard with various cereals in it and grabbed him a bowl and spoon.
“Thanks.” He took some of the offered cereal.
“We could go get changed back together.” She suggested, putting her own dishes in a washer next to the sink.
Gulping down some of the cereal, he suddenly remembered that he was spliced, and he should be doing anything to be cured. At the same time he felt great. He could see better in the dark, sounds were easier to make out, and there were so many more subtle nuances to smell now. Even just this sugary cereal, it was like a symphony of different smells all fighting to draw his attention.
Though there was the obvious drawback that unpleasant smells were worse. He also had to deal with the giant tail but that did actually help his already perfect balance for awkward positions. The eye liner he could do without, even if it did make the golden color of his eyes stand out.
“Hey!” Chelsea pushed him roughly on the shoulder.
“What?” He asked, coming back to himself.
“You zone out, finish up so we can go.”
“Ah-- right.”
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I would like for this to be more awkward, any ideas?