Medley Chapter 1: I Want You She's So Heavy, a ranma fanfic

This is the beginning of my latest (and favorite!) project, Medley. The intro will go up next, so you'll get a better idea of what's going on here and then you can decide if you want to stick around or not.

WARNING: This series is rated M because I write some pretty heavy stuff, both emotional and physical. This particular one-shot is about sex, so if you don't have the emotional maturity to deal with it, I suggest you move on. This story isn't necessarily setting the tone for the rest; some will be cutesy and light-hearted and some will be... well, heavy. I'll give warning every time we touch on something rather adult, so that way it doesn't take anyone by surprise.

Please let me know how you like this first one! I eagerly await critique, as I am a complete and utter concrit-whore. Also let me know what you think of the concept.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma 1/2 or any characters therein. I also do not own any of the song titles used, or indeed any of the songs these stories are based on.

I Want You (She's So Heavy)

The door bursts open and she slips into the room, trying not to giggle as her foot almost slides out from underneath her. She tries to close the door on him but he catches it, his face just a little too close to hers with that smirky smile on it, and it catches her off guard and lets him open the door and shut it just a little too loud. She bursts into giggles. "If Father could hear that, he'd be so proud," she manages to say.

He catches her by the waist. "They should be happy," he says in an attempted whisper that she won't tell him is too loud. "We're finally married, Akane."

She likes the sound of that. "Say it again, Ranma." It sends the blood rushing to her head and makes her dizzy, although the sake probably helps. How much has she had? She didn't keep track. She supposes this is what they call "tipsy".

"We're married, Akane." She's caught off-guard by his low voice in her ear and the way his breath tickles her ear and that feels so good. She closes her eyes to savor the moment and suddenly he feels heady with how beautiful she looks right now. His hands move to her back and fumble with the lacing on her gown and he wants to swear loudly, god, who the hell came up with this, someone who hated him? She giggles because he's obviously as intoxicated as she is and because he looks so silly with that puzzled look on his face. He looks up at her and she's startled with the hazy but penetrating look on his face that roots her right where she's standing. She manages to break away from his gaze and turn away, somehow.

God, her limbs feel so fluid but so heavy at the same time. It's all fluttery in her stomach and a strange but delicious warmth is slowly spreading in her lower abdomen. She wonders if he's feeling the same way as her own hands deftly fumble at her lacing and somehow miraculously manage to undo the ties. The light in her room seems low and warm and she can see the moon from her window and it's high and full and focus, Akane, focus. It's hard to settle her mind down for too long, but she slips her dress down to her waist.

He's staring at her. Her back is possibly the sexiest thing he's ever seen and why are his clothes still on? The heat has spread from his lower abdomen to his entire body and he practically rips his tuxedo jacket off and wrestles with the shirt for an agonizingly long minute and finally gets it off. Her head turns ever so slightly with the noise and he's grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him and their lips meet, suddenly the heat is everywhere inside of her, she can feel his bare chest burning into her skin and now her bra is gone, how did she do that? he wonders briefly but is quickly overwhelmed with the feeling of her skin on his and she can feel herself sinking into him, slowly lusciously delicately oh god if only he could freeze this moment forever, with her mouth on his, opening for his tongue as he traces it across the roof of her mouth and her tongue, she sighs into his mouth and her arms are slung around his neck, she is suddenly acutely aware of his arms around her waist slimmer than he thought, his hands are slowly running over her curves and they are absolutely delicious and now the heat has completely consumed them both.

She feels like her body is melting into his until she's gasping for breath. That was the sexiest kiss she's ever had in her life and it's safe to say he feels the same way, judging by the hazy stunned look on his face. Their eyes lock and, as if their minds connected as well in that instant, he slides his pants off just as her dress glides to the floor along with her panties and his boxers.

He's seen her naked before, of course, but tonight she leaves him breathless. Maybe it's the way the low light plays across her breasts and her hips, maybe it's the alcohol pounding in his blood, maybe it's the sexy little smile on her lips, but she is stunning and if there was ever a doubt in his mind that they could consummate this marriage it is gone just like his mind is right now, not that he needs that anyway. All he needs wants? no needs is to feel her falling into him the way she was a few moments ago.

All of the times she's seen him without clothes on pale in comparison to tonight. Something about the way he's looking at her like he could just swallow her whole and moreover she wants him to. She shivers slightly at the realization, because she does want him, more than she ever thought anyone could ever want something, if he doesn't toss her on the bed right now she will go insane and throw him on the bed herself. The heat in her is burning her flesh until all she can hear is the thumping of her heart in her ears, she closes her eyes again to keep the feeling close so she can't lose it and dimly she hears him gasp. She opens her eyes again and dizzily appraises him, the way the muscles curve on his arms, the brilliance that is his clear blue eyes, her own brown eyes travel down to meet that hidden part of him and suddenly she loses her balance and lands on the bed hard.

He laughs, a throaty chuckle that barely disguises his need for her, and walks over to her in what he hopes is a sexy swagger but looks to her like a rushed drunken tripping. She sits up on the bed and he is there, looming over her, his hands planted on either side of her, just barely leaning over her with that smirk of his. "Can't hold your liquor, I see," he murmurs, moving to kiss her neck and she shivers in anticipation and he feels it and it sends thrills up and down his spine.

"I…" she opens her mouth as he kisses the nape of her neck and moves down down down her collarbone slowly, "I don't… don't think you can either… oh," she gasps as his lips find her breast and his tongue flicks her nipple ever so lightly. She can't suppress a moan that reverberates through his entire body and he needs more of her now before anyone can interrupt like they always do, doesn't matter that it's their wedding night, someone always interrupts. He shakes his head to clear out any thoughts that aren't about Akane just as he hears, oh so faintly, "Ranma…." And now he's absolutely gone.

Somehow, and neither of them can quite remember how they got there, but somehow she's flat on her back, head on the pillows, and he's on top of her, her legs are spread slightly and he's pressed up against her, his mouth covers hers and her head is spinning away somewhere where nothing exists but touch and the taste of his mouth and her burning need that keeps getting worse and worse. She gasps out again, "Ranma," and he kisses her furiously, his hands exploring her waist hips thighs… oh god. His fingers find the tiny nub of flesh with so many nerve endings and he tweaks it and she bucks her hips, her mouth frozen against his, and he just can't help himself.

"Akane," he whisper-groans into her mouth as he slips a finger into her. She stiffens momentarily and it kills him to think that he's hurting her but then she relaxes again and moves against his hand and she's kissing him back and does she know how sexy she feels right now? "Akane," he whispers again breathlessly, "can I…" and before he can finish his thought let alone start it she grabs him and guides him to her and… he's in.

She grits her teeth, but it doesn't hurt as badly as she thought it would. She's stretched a little uncomfortably, that's true, but she opens her eyes to see his face and he's frozen in a state of sheer ecstasy. She shifts a little and that kickstarts him back to life and he pulls back slowly and slams back into her and she can't suppress the moan that escapes her throat. "Again," she says throatily and he complies and she says, "Again," a little stronger now and she doesn't have to tell him anymore, he knows what to do, and now he's moving against her and she's moving with him and that's only magnifying their experience tenfold. She's surprised to hear herself gasping and letting out little moans and he's making sounds that there are no name for and she loops her arms around his neck again and says, "I love you," and draws him down into her mouth and he murmurs into her, rhythmically, in time with their movements, "I love you too," and there is no better feeling in the world than this and there never will be again. He begins to pant it out like a mantra that he's kept in for so long, mostly because it is, "I love you, I love you, I love you," and it's in time and she closes her eyes to savor the feel of him sliding in and out, in and out, and the heat that's spread throughout her body is concentrated now on their joining and this could keep going forever and she wouldn't mind.

Their movements are in sync now, moving against and with one another, like the rhythm of a constant drum or of the moon that is watching them right now, inexorable and relentless, never-ending, oh god he's building up but trying to hold back for her, all for her, everything's always been for her, and he's still murmuring "I love you" into her neck and her hair and her mouth, she is everywhere and he can't run away and he doesn't want to, she feels incredible everywhere, he's filling her and it's building up and then the fire takes over her and she cries out, writhing and moaning and thrashing and crying for him, Ranma, Ranma, please, don't stop don't stop and now he can't stop and he lets go and now they're both moving erratically together, as if they were created to fit like this together no matter what they do, and now it's ebbing in them, slowly, slowly now, and now it's faded away, gone.

He slips out of her and falls softly to her side as she pulls herself together again, both of their heads still spinning from the unexpected intensity of the moment. Was it only a moment? It seemed like hours, days, years even that they were joined together, one being at last. He opens his arms and pulls her into them and she nestles into his body as if she was made to fit to him like that, and with that they let sleep wash over them.

The song is:

I Want You (She's So Heavy) by the Beatles

If you listen to the song, you'll understand why it's written the way it's written. Thanks for reading!

Lady Jane Doe