AN: There's not incredibly elaborate plot plans for this story exactly, just smut. I'm sorry but I'm also not sorry.

P.S. I'm not even kidding – there really was a tropical storm named Typhoon Longwang back in 2005. Search it, it's no joke. I was looking up storms and stumbled upon it and the name's just too good to resist putting it in the story so here we are. Note: this fic is set in 1989, since Ranma ½ was first published in 1987 this is basically a two years later kind of thing.

Hurricane Love
Chapter Two
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Tendo Dojo

"It's our first tropical cyclone of the season folks. Typhoon Longwang – off the coast of our neighbors in China and Russia is causing quite a bit of a ruckus all across Japan. There are already signs of power-outages up in Hokkaido and Tohoku in the North. We predict more loss of power over the Kanto region, possibly further. Until Typhoon Longwang lives out its course, we fiercely recommend staying indoors for this has the potential of becoming a very dangerous storm within the next forty-eight to seventy-two hours."

Akane smacked her palm to her forehead, vexed as she sat in the living room listening to the weather on the TV. "We're screwed," she lamented.

"Well, I guess I'll go get some candles prepared! Just in case," Kasumi peeped. It was now six in the evening and she and her husband, Dr. Tofu had brought food over for everyone. News of the incoming hurricane meant that of course those two would be shacking up with the rest of them to wait it out. "Oh and there are of course a few more things I can think of," she bustled out to the hallways and started collecting items. Tofu – his round spectacles all fogged up – trailed after her like a faithful, wagging pet. At least that was a step up from a clumsy, hazardous fool.

Soun and Genma were solemnly playing a game of Shogi. They'd explained their reasoning for going out that morning was because Genma had the smart idea to walk to the bar and cure their hangovers with more drinks. However insane that sounded, they'd ended up feeling better and it worked. Genma had boasted to Ranma, slapping his son on the back and telling him, "Sometimes you just gotta bite back what bit 'ya,"

"I'm just glad all my girls are here," Soun said after moving a piece on the board.

"Me too daddy," Nabiki cooed in her coquettish way and wrapped her father in a huge hug. A smirk was playing on her lips. Wanting to be a nuisance, she then tumbled over to Akane and began harshly but affectionately twisting her knuckles onto her younger sister's skull in noogy-like fashion. "It's great we won't be riding out Typhoon Longwang alone, riiight Akane?" she accentuated the words and Akane thought she might hurl.

"What kind of a ridiculous name is that anyway?" she quizzed, quite serious about getting an answer and cleverly avoiding Nabiki's innuendo. To be honest, it made her really paranoid. What if Nabiki had heard what she and Ranma were doing in her room? It wouldn't be unlike her older sis to cunningly feign absence so she could eavesdrop on people and get the scoop – she'd done it before on numerous occasions. Her timing on this one would just be impeccable.

All of a sudden a tall boy with a pigtail was in the doorway, clearing his throat. "It means Dragon King," he told them, demanding everyone's attention.

He'd been debating going into the living room, opting instead to listen to the news from the stairwell. Ranma wasn't trying to avoid Akane, but since their brief tryst that morning she'd been the one eluding him at every corner. Ranma hadn't yet gotten another moment alone with her and there was now a substantial itch he had that needed scratching more than ever. Since he'd snapped, building the nerve to show Akane he could do something – anything – he wasn't afraid to admit to himself he wanted more. He hadn't even meant to do what he did to her against her door so savagely like that but there was something inside of him, something that'd been there in his heart since he'd first met Akane. Whatever it was had awakened somehow and Ranma was going to have a lot of difficulty keeping away from her.

Akane inwardly cringed at the sight of him, the blood already rushing to her face and neck in embarrassment. Nabiki noticed her deep flush and snickered, "Oh really? Wow, that's just fascinating Ranma," she seemed sarcastically interested. "Tell us, is Akane going to have her own Longwang – ahem, I mean Dragon King to look forward to when you get married?"

"Na-Nabiki…!?" Akane couldn't believe the filth coming from her sister's mouth – and in front of their own father, no less.

"What?" she asked unfazed and shrugged. "Don't you want to know, Akane? Or… do you already know, hm?" Nabiki's eyes were demon-like slits as she stuck her tongue out.

"Hey now, I don't appreciate all this talk about something not a single one of you has ever even seen," Ranma stated vehemently, making it a point that nothing like that had ever happened between him and Akane – which was now a lie but nobody needed to know that. Still, she hadn't seen it… not really. Those few times she'd accidentally glanced him while he was in the bath totally didn't count.

"I've seen it," said Genma.

Ranma rolled his eyes, "You really don't gotta sound so proud pops,"

Kasumi and Tofu both entered the living room again. "I've found all the essentials! Flashlights, candles, batteries, basically anything we'll ever need," the eldest Tendo sister cheerily chimed.

"That's great, thank you Kasumi." Soun took the large flashlight his daughter was handing to him. "Everyone should keep a flashlight with them so they're not stuck, lost or hurt in the dark, understood?"

"Of course daddy," Nabiki said, grabbing a flashlight and several candles to take to her room upstairs.

Kasumi was handing them out to everyone apparently and went to Ranma next. Cleverly, Ranma decided to take two from her pile and turned to his fiancé. "Akane…?" he held out the portable device for her and she looked at him like he'd just grown three heads. "What?"

"No thanks," she retorted, a persnickety expression gracing her features. "I'll be just fine without it." Akane turned her head up snootily and went to leave the room.

"A-Akane…! What the hell?" Ranma was flabbergasted, calling out to her but she was gone.

"Oh dear," Kasumi gazed after her sister, concern knitted in her brow.

"Stubborn girl," Soun bemoaned, almost in tears.

"You heard what she said," Nabiki told them as she too started walking from the room. "She'll be fine, so just leave her alone for right now. You're just gonna piss her off even more than you already have,"

'Why don't you speak for yourself Nabiki,' Ranma chided her in his head, although she did have a point.

"She can't just roam around upstairs without a flashlight, or-or a candle!" Kasumi's nurturing voice rang out and Dr. Tofu had drool coming from the side of his mouth. "What if the lights go off and she takes a fall down the stairs?"

Kasumi also had a point… and he felt like he was done leaving Akane alone.

Ranma sighed, choosing to do something thoughtful, but risky all the same. "Just… leave it to me," he grumbled, going to the table and gathering a few candles and a third flashlight. There seemed to be plenty of it all to go around so he didn't feel too bad.

As he made to climb the stairs Nabiki startled him, coming out from the corner. "Ah!" he screamed, throwing up his fist and almost dropping his haul until he realized it was only her. "Now what d'ya want?"

"Nothing at all," she drawled, cheeky as ever as she followed him up to the second floor. "Nothing at all but…" she quickly took him aside before he could get anywhere and whispered closely. "Let's just say, I know exactly what's going on between you two,"

"Huh?" Ranma tried to be as quiet and nonchalant as he possibly could but his face felt hot. He hated how directly Nabiki spoke of things. "I-I have no idea what you're talking about-"

"Don't play coy with me Ranma," she responded. "I can tell when somebody is lying. Plus, I just happen to carry my sound recorder with me wherever I go and I caught all the good parts of that little… conversation you had with Akane in her room this morning,"

Ranma snarled in agony. "Alright then, how much do you want?" and then waspishly under his breath, "Sneaky fucking brat,"

"Now, now, there's no need to be so vulgar, Mister Dragon King. I haven't yet decided how much – or what – I want," she exclaimed. "So carry on, for now but I hope you've saved up your yen," and then Nabiki went into her own bedroom.

"Ugh," Ranma was disgusted. What could Nabiki possibly get out of torturing her own family members in such ways? It didn't make a whole lot of sense to him, how she was. Some of the greedy tricks Nabiki played were sickening. Why couldn't she just move out and make everyone happier?

His dad wouldn't care if Ranma was having sex, especially not if he was having sex with his fiancé. However, Akane's dad likely wouldn't be thrilled to have his youngest daughter getting railed under his own roof – not that Ranma and Akane were doing that on the alleged voice recorder, but from what it probably sounded like, well… it probably sounded bad enough on there that Soun would be upset and do something crazy like kick Ranma out of the house. Yes, Soun did his best to push their romance along but there was a thin line concerning what he might or might not find disrespectful.

Before he had any more time to think, Ranma was standing in front of Akane's door. He tapped his knuckles on it a couple times but there was no answer. The wind was howling eerily outside. He knocked again but nothing, so finally he decided to open it.

"Hey," he said to no one, because there was no one in Akane's room. "Akane?" she wasn't in there, unless she was hiding in the closet. He looked in the closet: not there. Lightning illuminated the entire room, sending the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end.

For a minute he stood there scratching his head, feeling kind of like an idiot. Ranma was setting all the candles down when there was a rolling of thunder, the house trembling beneath his feet. Out of nowhere a dull thrum of electricity hung in the air and with a strange buzz the entire house went dark. Someone somewhere downstairs screamed dramatically from the shock of it and Ranma looked out the wind-shook glass of the window, noting that the lights over the entire city, house by house were shutting off.

It was just as everyone had expected: the power went out.

Immediately Ranma made the conscious decision of making the perilous trek to find his one-true betrothed. 'Where could she have gone upstairs if not for her room?' he thought, leaving everything but two flashlights. 'She most likely just wanted us to think she went to her room… she's gotta be hiding somewhere,'

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Ranma had made his way around most of the house and still hadn't found Akane. The only places he hadn't really looked yet were the connected laundry and wash rooms downstairs – which he was five steps away from right then.

He made it to the door and slid it open with a light thud and Akane peered up at him under her arm, trying to shield her eyes from the blinding intrusion of his handheld light. She'd been sitting there, leaning on the wall but stood as he entered. "Ra-Ranma…?" He closed the door behind him and began slowly striding towards her.

"Don't look so surprised to see me," his ice-blue stare was as dark and stormy as the tempestuous atmosphere around him. Akane felt like she was the timid prey being hunted by the unforgiving beast in the night. This was why she'd been avoiding him at all costs.

"I'm not surprised, I-I-I-" she was stammering the more near to her he got but she shook her head. "Alright, I'm a little surprised but only because I didn't want you to come find me." Akane wasn't very good at this. She'd sown her seeds and now she had to reap whatever had grown but now – when it counted – she was terrified of how much she'd like it, terrified of doing something reckless. "I didn't want you to come!" Ranma continued to smirk slyly as he gazed upon her, setting the flashlight on the washer.

"You're just mad at me because you challenged me – face to face," he shifted himself completely in front of Akane. "And..." Very delicately, he let one of his long fingers skim the length of her forearm. "After teaching you a… valuable lesson," When he got to her elbow he took it and reeled her in close."I've once again proved I'm not a coward." Ranma leaned down and inhaled her soft hair, reaching up and sweeping his hand through the silky strands. "Damnit you smell so good," his body almost vibrated with pure need for her.

"Mff no, stop it," she begged, feeling the same and he ceased his movement, letting go of her hair. She was meagerly glancing up at him and he frowned at her, prodding his chin.

"I see how it is Akane. You're allowed to goad me on and compel me to... to do things but when the tables are flipped, here you are – the real coward."

"Oh please. I'm not stupid enough to fall for that, c'mon." Akane glowered, frustrated at how right he was. This was what she'd wanted, what she'd practically asked for. So why was she running away? She really was a coward. Akane was afraid to feel those good feelings. Was that natural? Ranma always seemed so scared before too, so where on Earth did this newfound confidence come from?

When she'd first provoked him, Akane hadn't thought he'd be so smooth and meticulous, so… debonair. It had made the throbbing ache between her thighs unbearable to take. Was Ranma finally getting in touch with his sexual side, the one she'd never seen before?

It dawned on Ranma that he was going about this all wrong. He needed to start this over. He didn't want to cause another argument again, he wanted to…

"Akane, I…" he faltered, swallowing thickly. "I'm really sorry,"

This threw Akane for a loop. "What are you sorry for?" she asked, unsure of his intentions and then he gently took her cheek in his palm, his eyes glistening with a serene sincerity.

"For not being decent to you, o-or proper about this from the beginning…" he wet his lips, repeating himself. "For not being decent…"

There was nothing Akane could say, for Ranma was looming down above, taking her by the waist and melding his mouth with hers for the very first time. Their union was instantly an earnest one, not at all as awkward as they thought it'd be. Ranma suckled on her bottom lip methodically, capturing a fistful of her bluish hair and Akane pressed herself forward, getting her body as close to him as humanly possible. He moved with her, swirling his tongue inside the sweet crevices of her mouth and Akane met him with the same eagerness, responding by diligently sweeping her tongue over his.

A minute later and Ranma had picked her up and put her on top of the dryer. There he stood in between Akane's knees. He gripped her by the hips, pulling her to the very edge of the machine with her legs hanging off. She could feel the friction of his lengthy, pulsating prick through his pants pushing right onto her heated core and the pig-tailed boy kept kissing her, grounding onto her slit over her sodden panties. She could have shrieked at the white-hot pleasure. The sensation of his rounded tip protruding roughly into her wet bundle of nerves was causing her to go weak. She settled for a dainty whimper, considering it was a full-house, a full-house that was unusually quiet since the electric shut off.

Ranma released her mouth and pressed his lips to her throat. He let his fingers brush her skirt all the way up to her hips, showing the front of her panties to him. "Mm Akane," he murmured into her ear and began circling her sensitive button with the pad of his thumb. She clutched Ranma's shoulder, wrapping one of her legs around him. With his dexterous digits he hooked the side of her undies, peeling them away and revealing her pretty pink muff. Akane was blushing and bashful, observing how his dark blue eyes widened at the sight of her. His fingers grazed the insides of her dripping folds and without warning, Ranma's head dipped below. He closed his eyes as he coarsely laved up her middle, drinking up her flowing juices and then flicked and spun his tongue around her sweet nub. Akane wailed out, almost crumbling from his calculated assault.

"Oh my – shit," she was sighing in anguished bliss and Ranma – still in between her legs – brought one hand up, covering her mouth with it in order to keep anyone from hearing.

"Shut up Akane," he hummed right into her maidenhood, causing her entire body to quake and she almost couldn't follow the rules. She snatched up his onyx-black pigtail and rested her other hand on the nape of his neck, her one sock falling off her foot.

There was a hot lava building inside Akane, a yearning that oozed and threatened to spill over. This overwhelming need she'd never before known and instinctively, she felt it had to come to an end at once. Something was bound to give any second…

"Hello…?"

They heard a meek, worry-addled voice drift from outside the door and by the speed of sound, the couple stepped miles apart from each other, straightening out their clothes and pretending as if no illicit, clandestine activities had been taking place at all. Ranma took hold of the flashlight and pointed it at the door.

Dr. Tofu carefully stepped inside, lighting the way with his own device. He greeted them, not quite catching on to their shenanigans yet. "There you are. Is everything okay now between the both of you?" the brown-haired chiropractor questioned them.

Ranma chuckled. "Heh, I dunno. I guess that depends on your definition of okay doc," he replied snidely but shared a knowing look with Akane. Tofu let out a nervous laugh.

"Uh well…" he scratched the back of his head, glancing over at Akane who simply smiled in return.

"Don't worry Dr. Tofu," she told him. "Ranma and I, we uh, got in an argument this morning and he was just… saying he was sorry," Tofu seemed to like that answer, but then kept staring at her expectantly, like he was waiting for more of an answer. "Oh, umm and I accept his apology… this time." Akane finished and that must have been good enough for Tofu.

"Now that's great you two!" the guy proclaimed – loud, chipper and unafraid for anyone to listen. "You really are some good kids. Hey, come out to the living room with the rest of us! Genma and Soun want to play a drinking game in case it's the end of the world! I told them it wasn't the best idea to drink alcohol so many nights in a row but they never listen to me, do they?" Tofu was entirely oblivious to what went on, which Ranma and Akane were extremely pleased about.

They were being stupid, doing what they were doing right there in the open. Even if it was mostly dark in the house, it was still tactless and inappropriate. They should really be touching each other somewhere else, somewhere more private where people couldn't hear them… but where?

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AN: Okay that's the second installment of my Ranma/Akane fic. What do you think so far? I know the Longwang thing was a lot to take in (haha get it) but this is one of the first times I've taken a true whack at comedy so I'm probably pretty terrible at it. Please go easy on me lol I used google translate to see what Longwang translated to from Chinese to English and no lie, it said Dragon king so now you can see why I put that in there.

Also, sorry about Nabiki haha I don't even know what to do with her

Thank you so much to my followers and reviewers so far! You guys are all so lovely for that :0)