This may be considered an unofficial side story to Ar-Kaos' "Dead Man Walking" X-com-Ranma crossover continuum.
Ranma is a soldier working for a secret international agency and Nabiki has agreed to marry him.
Today is their wedding day.
Ranma awoke late, hangover pounding his brain with an unparalleled viciousness. He was being shaken by his best man, and at that moment very worst enemy.
"Fuck off!" he commanded.
"Get your lazy ass up Sir!" the man commanded "you are late!" Ranma leapt to his feet, and immediately fell over again, clutching his head.
"Man, send in the sectoids and finish me off!" he complained.
"UP!" the bastard commanded.
Ranma pulled himself upright and staggered to the toilet, still clutching his head in pain. Thin red stripes could be seen across his back, looking suspiciously like whip marks.
In the toilet he took a shit shower and a shave, but none of it made him feel better. Especially the shower, which hurt his back for some reason. As he brushed his teeth his addled mind suddenly put a few muzzy memories together.
"Captain," he called, "Tell me that Kodachi wasn't there"
"Sorry Ranma ol' buddy," his best man replied, "She was there, and in fine form."
"She was wearing the catsuit wasn't she?" Ranma recalled, shivering slightly.
"And the riding crop"
"Tell me that I didn't"
"Nah," the friend replied "she certainly tried, but in the end even the handcuffs didn't hold you still for long enough."
"You said you would stop this sort of thing from happening to me" Ranma accused.
"I also said I wouldn't get a stripper" the man replied, "Anyone would think I was untrustworthy, or getting revenge for something."
"Laura forgave you for that one ages ago," Ranma complained.
"Yes, after I spent a week on the couch! Honestly you could have warned me I still had squirty cream in my hair! Especially since it was you who flicked it there!"
The two of them managed to get ready in record time. Full dress greys, medals and all. Each one carried a broad sabre and a pistol at their side, (and shades over their bleary eyes). From the tips of their shiny shoes to their medal encrusted chests to their shiny visors they looked every inch the responsible officers they were (except for last night). As the driver took them to the temple he could hear snatches of their continued remembrances about the senior officer's stag night.
"Go go girls and jello?"
"Uh-huh,"
"Bunny girls and blindfolds?"
"Only three of them."
"Three very friendly ones of them!"
"Mooning the Military Police?"
"And the civil lot,"
"Sumo suit races?"
"With bunny girl 'backpacks'"
"Captain I am never allowing you to organise anything again!" Ranma asserted
"At least until Gos gets hitched?" the Captain replied and the two of them laughed loud and long.
The wedding was a great success. Nabiki was dressed in a stunning Traditional red number that framed her curves beautifully and had nearly every man drooling. The room was packed with some of the most dangerous men and women on the planet but nevertheless Ranma still managed to get in a quick fight with his father and hers.
Akane ended up covered in sacramental oil, wearing only her rather kinky underwear and being pursued by a lesbian starlet called Yuri, Kuno Tatewaki and Sasuke (complete with cheese whiz).
The Reception afterwards had been fantastic but neither Ranma nor Nabiki really noticed. If she had taken his breath away coming down the aisle then up close she was blowing his mind. From her point of view he had a similar effect, the uniform made him look every inch the hero he was, and did fantastic things to his tight butt.
"When I get you home stud..." she leered, and then whispered into his ear breathily.
Ranma carried her over the threshold, kicking the door perhaps a little hard in his hurry. She immediately locked him in a toe-curling kiss that made his heart beat race even faster. She eased herself out of his arms and upright. With a smouldering look she started unbuttoning her dress, and slowly retreating to the bed.
He took the hint, and kicked off his shoes, at the same time pulling his jacket open. As he heard the zip on her dress pulled he couldn't hold back any longer.
Nabiki was suddenly in his arms, his face moving in for a deep, passionate kiss. His left hand moved up into her hir, his right down to her rump. She slipped her hands up his back, running her nails down his skin.
He hitched up the hem of her dress, putting his hand directly onto her silken skin, and it felt like fire in her veins. She lifted herself up onto tiptoes and pulled away, just enough to pull his shirt off over his head. As he threw it away she ran her nails down his chest and was rewarded with a passionate nibble on her neck.
She pulled him down onto the bed, on top of her. One of his hands mussed her hair the other reached up hr leg, all the way to her hip. She thrust her hips out to meet it, arching her back and digging her nails into his well-muscled shoulders. He bit her neck again, breathing across its sensitive skin and she let out a low moan.
Her hands scrabbled for his beltline and pushed his trousers down. He kicked them off, now dressed only in his boxers, and let out an appreciative grunt as she dragged her nails back up to entwine in his hair, pulling him in foe another kiss.
He stoked his right hand down her body, lightly caressing her breast on the way, and pushed it up the other side of her dress, raising the hem above her waist. Then slowly he kissed down her body, lingering along her collarbone and cleavage. She felt his warm breath caress her upper thighs and let out another moan, bucking her hips again.
Slowly he pulled her satin thong down, off over her smooth hips and down her long legs. Where he threw it afterwards she neither knew nor cared as one hand moved up her leg to gently brush her sensitive mound. As he breathed across it she let out a gasp and he slipped a finger into her moist slit.
With fierce passion he started to bring her closer to the peak she so desperately needed with that one finger alone. And then he leaned in and kissed her labia. A shock ran through her body, her world contracted to those few inches of intense feeling.
As he ran his tongue through her sensitive slit, caressing her clit and darting into her most private of places the heard a rushing wave built up. Then he altered his rhythm and increased the force of his attentions, at the same time he slipped a finger into her. It was enough, it was too much, the wave crashed down, carrying her with it. Her hips bucked her back arched and she let out a cry of pure pleasure.
"Where the hell did you learn that?" she demanded breathlessly.
"What can I say, I'm the best!" he said from his sitting position between her legs, with a cocky grin. He had just enough time to see her eyes flash before she threw him onto his back. She threw him flat and pinned him beneath her hips. His surprise quickly turned to pleasure as she started rocking her hips back and forth, stroking his hardness through his boxers. He lifted his hands to her hips and helped her pull the dress over her head.
There she was astride him, in all her glory, from her long legs to her mostly shaved centre, to her beautiful, full pert breasts, to her passionate burning eyes. At that moment all thought fled and he gave himself over to the moment.
Nabiki was surprised as he sat up, devouring her breasts and nipples with his mouth, caressing her hips and back with his powerful hands. She held onto him and rode the surge, clutching his head to her chest.
He pulled his head away to look her in the eyes.
"I want you" he breathed, voice heavy with lust.
"Have me!" she whispered.
He threw her onto her back and pulled his boxers off. She was just siiting back up to kiss him when he covered her with his body, pressing her into the mattress. He caught her hands and held them aside as he leant in to kiss her. She responded passionately. Elsewhere her mind concentrated on the hard rod that was pressing through her slit. She felt him find his way and he pulled his face up to look her in the eyes.
Slowly he pressed forwards, entering her, filling her. Her eyelids fluttered the sensation driving everything else away. She pulled her legs around him urging him deeper and still he kept going, deeper and deeper. Just past the point that she thought she could take no more their hips met and he paused.
Breathing heavily the two of them smiled at each other and caught their breaths. Then he pulled slowly back and started a mind-blowing rhythm. As he continued the thrusts became harder faster, and she urged him on, moaning and bucking.
As their breathing accelerated he could feel her body growing tenser and tenser. Her eyes rolled back and suddenly she went rigid, letting out another load cry. He slowed down again letting the small spasms in her pussy finish.
She locked his eyes and squeezed him in with her thighs, "MORE!" she demanded. He just smiled back and started building the rhythm again.
Four more times he brought her over the edge, four more times the ocean of her passion climaxed and left her panting for breath. As they approached the fourth she could feel a difference, his hands were clenched tighter, his breathing more laboured. She looked into his eyes and saw them lose their focus. With her own smile of satisfaction she used her hips to drive him on, not letting his distraction slow him one whit. She planned on watching as he found his own release but her own body would not leave it at that.
Together they got closer and closer, breathing as one, hearts thundering in time. He was reduced to incoherent grunts her to wordless moans. Together they crashed over the peak of their pleasure, twitching and spasming in wild release.
The two of them collapsed together bodies still calming from their frantic exertion. Sweat and stray hair matted their brows, chests heaving, bodies entwined.
Ranma peeled his eyes open to find hers looking straight back.
"Aishiteru Mrs Saotome," he whispered.
"Aishiteru anata," she replied.
Anyone recognising the reference from the title is welcome to inform the unenlightened.