Childhood Loyalties
Disclaimer: I do not own Ranma ½ or any related characters in any way, shape or form.
Author's Notes: it's been quite some time since I posted something here, I know. Chalk it up to writer's block; I've got a few ideas, I just haven't had the inspiration to manage to bring them to reality. A pointless little drabble, don't know where it came from.
Lover's Anatomy
The bedroom was silent, dark and cool; all was still. The light of the rising sun crept in through a crack in the curtains, gently reflecting off of the mirror to illuminate the bed, and the two bodies tangled within. Faint though the light was, it was enough to rouse the feminine figure.
Ukyo yawned softly as she rejoined the world of the wakeful, however reluctantly, then blinked her eyes and smiled gently at the face of her still sleeping fiancé-turned-lover, Ranma Saotome. Impulsively, she reached up and softly touched his face, slowly tracing his features in a gesture of equal parts admiration and possessiveness. From nowhere, the idle thought came to her; if someone had asked her to describe the features of Ranma's body she liked best, how would she have answered.
The first thing she'd have to mention, she thought to herself, would be his eyes – as if in unconscious mirroring of her thought process, her thumb brushed gently over the closed orbs. She'd overheard at least one girl at Furinkan claim that Ranma's eyes were more attractive when he was in his girl form – a deep, rich blue that they talked about "just falling into", whereas his normal eyes were "too cold". She thoroughly disagreed with that sentiment. Yes, Ranma's gaze could be cold, could cut like a knife – she'd seen him in battle, seen them at their hardest and cruelest. Yet, when he was happy, she'd also seen that happiness glitter in his eyes, like sun refracted through an icicle.
For her next thought, her hand dipped lower down Ranma's body, trailing down his neck, across his shoulder and along his arm until she was softly stroking his fingertips. His hands were another of his features that she had to say she liked. They weren't thick, blunt and coarse like his father's, or even Ryoga's, but they weren't so slender and delicate to be explicitly feminine. His skill with them, the sheer variety of things he could do, amazed her; at one moment, he could crush a stone to powder with a squeeze of his fist, or sheer through wood like a hot knife through butter with his fingers in a knife arrangement. At another, he could be so gentle that he could actually touch her without her feeling it. He could break bones, pick pockets and sew a rip in his clothes – the last one, honestly, better then she could.
Back up the arm her hand slipped, and across to Ranma's chest, her expression now taking on a much more lustful tone. Lean but toned, that was how she would describe him, and staying well away from what happened should cold water be applied. Surprisingly soft skin for someone who had lived such a rough and tumble life, stretched in just the right way over corded muscles, hard as steel, not too exaggerated, but with just the right amount of definition to make her own heart start pumping faster.
As a final touch, her hand went back to Ranma's face, gently running her index finger along his lips… and that was when Ranma finally stirred, playfully nipping the tip of her finger and prompting an unconscious squeak from his fiancée. "How long have you…?" She began, blushing, even as Ranma opened his eyes and grinned at her.
"Oh, a while." He said, dancing around the answer. "So, what brought that on?" He asked playfully.
"Just trying to figure out which of your features was my favorite." Ukyo teased back, sitting up and half-turning away from him, even as the sheets slid off of her.
"Oh? And which one is that?" Ranma asked, sitting up himself and watching her as she began to dress herself.
She said nothing until she was dressed and walking out of the room, turning back at the door and flashing him her most mischievous grin. "Which one, Ranchan…? That's my little secret." She giggled and darted out of the room, even as he playfully flung a pillow at her and then started to get dressed himself.