Disclaimer: I bow down to the great Rumiko Takahashi for creating such wonderful characters. Ranma and Co are hers and I am just grateful to be able to borrow them for a little while.
WARNING This chapter contains LEMON themes, if this offends you please skip over it!
As requested Matt-Kun here is a bit of AHEM Akane and Ranma's "alone" time. -
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Ranma watched her for a few moments as he gathered his thoughts, and steeled his resolve. He had to make her see reason. This game they were playing with the Amazons was far from over. They were out for blood, her blood, and spilling it was the only thing that mattered to them.
He grimaced at the thought. They had already come close, too close, and in doing so had not only incurred Jin's wrath, but had ignited his own as well. This was war and they had started it, and no matter what Akane said, he intended to finish it.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he started toward her, determination lighting in his every step.
She had settled herself under the cover of a large tree, the blanket wrapped loosely around her slender shoulders. Her gaze, he saw, was turned up toward the clear night sky, her deep brown eyes conveying a look that was lost in thought.
"Hey," he whispered, settling down beside her. At the sound of his voice her look immediately faded into an expressionless mask.
"Hey yourself," she answered, her eyes never wavering from their place, as she continued to stare up at the stars.
He reached down between them and took her hand in his.
"Akane…" he began only to have her cut him off.
"Don't say it Ranma." She turned her head to look at him then, her mask crumbling as her eyes sparkled with unshed tears. "Please don't say it." She shook her head ruefully. "I don't think I can do this," she whispered truthfully, clutching her stomach sickly.
He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze, conviction radiating in his gray-blue eyes.
"You don't have to do anything Akane," he assured her. "I'll handle it."
She let out a deep sigh, closing her eyes. When she opened them again she met his gaze full on, the worry and determination to make him understand, a stark imprint---penetrating through him almost as sharply as her next words.
"Ranma, this is for keeps. She is not a phoenix. Dead is dead for her. There will be no coming back this time. Can you really live with that?"
Ranma frowned, his gray-blue eyes darkening slightly. "You think I don't know that?" he asked, his tone more forceful than intended. He closed his eyes then, trying to get a hold of his runaway emotions. When he opened them his gaze still held grim determination, but his tone had softened somewhat.
"What choice do I have Akane? What choice did she leave us? Should we simply up and disappear? Leave your family, my family, our friends, school, everything we know and love behind and go on the run? Living our lives always looking over our shoulders? Is that what you want?"
"Of course not!" she whispered harshly, shaking her head for emphasis. "But…"
"But what?" he cut her off, his voice hard, demanding. "She'll try again Akane, we both know she will. She won't stop until she's gotten what she wants."
Akane closed her eyes, as a shiver ran the length of her spine. "I know," she returned, her voice low, frightened. "Still…"
"Understand something Akane," he told her, his stark gray-blue eyes penetrating her with their gaze. He reached up then, and caressed her cheek lovingly, his expression softening as his warm fingers along with his next words sent a fine shiver down her spine. "I would do anything for you."
She felt the tears once again beginning to rise up at his words. Truth was she did understand. She knew he would do this for her. She also knew it could very well destroy him.
"You don't have to," she told him. "Not for me."
"Yes I do," he returned instantly, without hesitation. She blinked, surprised at the firmness of his tone.
"Ranma..." She breathed his name, her eyes full of affection and just a touch of sadness. "I can't let you…" His mouth found hers before she could complete the sentence, as he silenced her with a searing kiss, one that left her quite breathless.
When she opened her eyes she found he was still staring at her, his eyes alight with his fierce love for her, telling her even before he spoke that it wasn't up for debate. His decision was already made and he was determined now to see it through.
"This is not about you letting me," he told her firmly. "This needs to be done. You won't be safe until it is."
"But…"
"No buts Akane," he said once again cutting her off. He gave a deep sigh at the look of silent reproach that lit her face. How to get her to understand? He decided to try a different approach.
"Do you remember when you told me that anything that happens to me happens to you?"
She nodded mutely. She could see where this was going, and while it elated her that he felt the same way, it also made her heart sink to think that he'd use her own words to once again put himself in the same position he had been in Jusendo.
He could see by her expression she knew what he was getting at and he gave her a small smile.
"Then you know that it works both ways right?"
She sighed deeply, not liking his reasoning, but unable to deny its truth. She finally nodded, albeit reluctantly.
"I can't let anything happen to you Akane," he told her, love and sincerity echoing in his voice. "I can't, because it would be the end of me."
She felt the first of her tears fall at his words, her heart aching with her love for him and for the sacrifice he was willing to make to keep her safe. Silently she cursed the Amazons for forcing him to come to such a decision.
She sniffled, her arms going around his waist and giving him a tight squeeze. "I don't want you to do this Ranma," she whispered.
His hands came up then to stroke her hair lightly, soothingly. "I know you don't," he told her. "And I appreciate your concern, but I won't accept the alternative Akane. I can't. Don't even ask me to."
"Ranma," she whispered, surprised by the steadiness in her voice. She brought her gaze up then, her eyes meeting and locking with his, her look one of steadfast determination. Ranma knew instantly she was getting ready to say something he wouldn't like, and he braced himself for it.
"I'm not sure you have the right to decide that," she told him truthfully. "Any way you look at it, this will be a deliberate act of cold blooded murder."
As he suspected he felt his anger rise with her words. He let it spill over into his reply, frustration fueling his response, as it came forth in a heated rush. Fire lit his soul, as a sudden and fierce desire to make her truly understand just what her near death had done to him washed over his entire being. He hadn't been able to do it after Jusendo---but he damn well could, and would, do it now.
"So just what do you suggest Akane?" he asked, his tone barely concealing his frustrated rage, his rising angst boiling over in a tidal wave of raw emotion. "That I sit back and let them kill you?"
He had moved around to face her, his strong hands grasping her shoulders, shaking her slightly as he spoke, his beautiful gray-blue eyes turning stormy with his anger, as they bore directly into hers. His next words echoed through her, penetrating the very core of her being.
"Do you have ANY idea how much it hurt when I thought I'd lost you? Do you?" He shook her again slightly for emphasis. She opened her mouth to say something, but found no words would come.
"Every breath I took felt like a hundred knives were being plunged straight into my heart all at once. The pain was excruciating. It was as if my very soul had been violently ripped away from me. Never in my life have I felt so empty."
"Ranma, I…"
He shook his head fiercely, silencing her instantly.
"I've had to go through that hell twice now Akane." He held up two fingers to emphasize this point. "TWICE in the span of a few months, and I'll be damned if I'm going to go through it again!"
He was almost shouting now, as she simply stared back at him with outright awe.
"So don't you tell me I don't have the right to decide Akane," he told her fiercely, his eyes blazing with his barely controlled emotion. "I have every right! She tried to steal the one thing in this world that truly matters to me, the ONLY thing! I will not sit around and let what happened to Jin and Mei-Lin happen to us! She brought this wrath upon herself! She was dead the moment she tried to have Shampoo kill you! This will be as much her doing as it will be mine!"
Akane regarded him with a mixture of amazement and wonder, his words touching the very depths of her soul, almost overwhelmed by the fierceness with which they had been expressed, knowing somehow that they had been swirling around inside of him since Jusendo and had finally managed to make their way to the surface. The thought left her reeling, a hundred emotions rushing through her all at once, the strongest one being her love for him, tempered only by her overwhelming concern.
"Will that really matter in the end Ranma?" she asked him, her eyes searching his, imploring him to think about it.
He reached up then, grasping her chin firmly so she couldn't look away, he stared back at her, his gray-blue eyes blazing with conviction.
"What matters Akane is YOU!" he said, his tone reflecting his expression. "Don't you get that? Without you nothing in this world makes any sense. Without you there is nothing worth living for. You are that missing part of me, the only one that makes me whole. I can't lose you Akane. I won't."
"Ranma…"
"I will do this," he went on, stopping any protest she might have made. "I will do it because to not do it would be like killing a part of me, a part that I could never live without… you, Akane… and in the end that's what really matters, the ONLY thing that matters."
She felt her eyes begin to well up at his words, the emotion behind them almost too much for her to bear. Her heart swelled with her love for him, his sentiment touching her in ways she never thought possible. She wanted to preserve that innocence, terrified that such an act could profoundly affect him forever, perhaps even change him. It was all the more reason why she couldn't allow him to make such a life altering sacrifice.
"Ranma," she whispered his name once more, her eyes imploring him. "I love you for wanting to do this. I love you for opening up and sharing your reasons why, but you can't do this, not even for me."
"Akane," he said in a tone that left no more room for argument. "It's done. Please understand that it has to be this way. There is no other choice. Besides, Jin is going to go after her whether we like it or not."
Akane tried to look away then, twisting her head slightly, casting her gaze to the ground beneath her. Ranma caught a glimpse of something in her eyes just as she did so and his breath caught as he suddenly realized what the look had implied.
He tightened his hold on her chin slightly and gently but firmly forced her to look at him.
"You want me to let him take care of it don't you," he asked in a stunned voice. "Alone."
"No! I…" she said quickly, jerking herself out of his hold and jumping to her feet, the blanket sliding off her shoulders as she did so to lie forgotten on the ground. She moved a few steps away, her back to him, wrapping her arms around herself as if suddenly cold. "Oh, I don't know…"
"Yes you do Akane," he prodded her gently. "You figure since he already lost his girl he's got nothing left to lose. Well he could still very easily be me!"
She closed her eyes tightly against his words, as two stray tears coursed silently down her cheeks unheeded.
"Stop…" her voice was barely a whisper.
Ranma saw his opportunity and leapt at it. "No, I won't stop," he returned instantly, his voice firm. "I won't until you realize that it's either them or you Akane. They gave you the kiss of death. In their warped minds this is all the reason they need to end your life. And they won't stop until they succeed. Their honor demands it!"
She heard him rise and come up stealthily behind her, wrapping his strong arms about her shoulders, and pulling her back into his warm embrace.
"Akane," he breathed in her ear. "This is not only his fight anymore. Not after what they tried to do to you."
She closed her eyes, bringing her hands up to wrap themselves around his forearms. Another tear escaped unheeded down her soft face. Deep down she knew he would feel this way. He would not let someone else fight his battles. Not now or ever. While she admired this quality in him, she also knew it would bring her nothing but worry in the years to come.
"Besides," he reasoned further. "I owe him for saving your life. Not to mention his vendetta extends only to Cologne." He gave a small grimace. "There is a little score I need to settle with Shampoo."
Akane felt her body tense at the mention of Shampoo's name. Ranma wasn't the only one with a score to settle against that particular Amazon.
"Don't even think about it Akane," he warned, feeling her tense and knowing instantly what she was thinking. "You leave her to me."
Akane narrowed her eyes at his words, feeling that familiar burn of anger at his insistence that she couldn't handle things herself. That she would always need him to fight her battles. They had talked about this, and yet he still didn't seem as if he could get it through his thick head.
She struggled in his embrace, suddenly determined to make him understand that if he was dead set on going through with this, then she wasn't letting him do it alone. His sacrifice was also going to be hers.
He finally let her go when her elbow connected solidly with his ribs.
"Oy! Akane! That hurt!" he grumbled, rubbing the place where she'd managed to hit him. "What did I do now?"
She stared at him flabbergasted. "You really don't know do you?" she asked, her frustration mounting.
"No, I don't," he fumed, glaring at her.
"You really are hopeless," she said, returning his glare with one of her own, her hands going to her hips in a gesture of indignation.
His eyes narrowed at her blatant display of superiority. "What's that supposed to mean tomboy?"
"Honestly Ranma!" she said, doing her best to ignore the tomboy reference. "We've talked about this!"
"Talked about what!?!"
"This!" she said raking a frustrated hand through her short blue-black hair. "You, and this macho attitude of yours! I have just as much right to want to get even with Shampoo as you do! Even more so actually! And if you insist on going on this crusade don't think for even one minute that you are leaving me behind! You got that!"
"But I thought you just said…"
"Forget what I said!"
She was breathing heavily now, her deep brown eyes full of fire.
Ranma stared at her, suddenly overcome with such a bolt of lust that he actually shook with it. He would never admit this to her of course, but there were times when he'd purposely lit her fuse just so he could see that fire. It did something to him deep down. Lord knew he'd fantasized often enough about getting her all riled up and then turning that heated anger against her, using it to ignite her passion instead. He felt his heartbeat speed up with the mere thought. Unable to stop himself, wanting to see that fire, needing it for some reason he couldn't completely explain, he deliberately continued to provoke her.
"Why shouldn't I leave you behind huh?" he taunted, surprised at how steady his voice sounded. "It's obvious you're no match for Shampoo."
She didn't disappoint him as he watched her temper steadily begin to rise, that fire igniting fully in her lush brown eyes.
"Ranma," she warned. "You are dangerously close to getting a mallet to the skull."
He took a step towards her, his eyes telling her that he liked living dangerously. "If you think I'm gonna let you go off and take on Shampoo all by yourself you can think again Akane," he told her, feeling his own fire ignited by her response. "After all, just look at what happened the last time you tried."
He watched as her face flushed a deep red, and then, just when he thought she would surly blow her top, she surprised him by taking a deep breath, her eyes narrowing upon him as she took her own step towards him.
She placed her hands on her hips, giving him a mocking smile. "Oh, so I should let you handle it? Why? Because you did such a great job the last time YOU tried?"
She watched as his jaw twitched slightly and his eyes flashed with anger mixed with… was that desire she saw?
Before she could contemplate it further he had taken another step forward, leaning down so that his face was mere inches from her own. When he spoke his voice was low, mocking.
"I'm not the one that ended up dangling from a waterfall Akane."
She let out a frustrated growl unable to help herself. "Here I am, risking my life for you and…"
"Hey," he interjected. "I never asked you to come after me. In fact I distinctly remember making you promise to stay away. But no, you just had to play hero!"
She threw her arms up in mock indignation. "Are we seriously back on that again Ranma!?!"
"What if we are!?!" he returned, his face still mere inches from her own, his words spoken with just a hint of challenge.
She narrowed her eyes upon him then, and met it head on, refusing for even a second to back down.
"I explained that already Ranma," she said, her voice tightly controlled. "I'm not going to do it again."
He felt another bolt of lust reverberate through him at her obvious defiance, the look in her eye that said she'd take any challenge he laid down and meet it head on with one of her own. It made his blood pump even faster in his veins, the thought of watching as she slowly lost those challenges adding even more fuel on his already raging desire.
"Fine," he said, a cruel smile forming on his perfect lips. "Then why don't you explain this." He reached out and gave a light tug on the sleeve of Jin's tunic.
He moved forward slightly, causing her to take a step back and then another, until he had her backed up against the tree they'd been sitting under earlier.
He placed one hand on the trunk above her head, as he leaned in closer, stopping just short of touching her.
"How about it, Akane?"
She felt her heart rate speed up at his closeness, as she remembered the promise he'd made earlier, one that said she would regret it later if she used Ryoga's thermos water to change him into a girl. She recalled the impure thoughts that had rushed through her at the implication in his voice, the feral gleam she now saw in his eyes sending bolts of electricity to her already frayed nerve endings.
She felt her breath hitch even as her brain scrambled for an explanation. She knew he wasn't going to like the truth, even though nothing remotely outward had happened between her and Jin. She'd been unconscious for crying out loud!
"It's no big deal Ranma!"
"Oh no?" he replied, leaning even closer, so that his torso brushed up against her slightly. She felt her breathing quicken at even the light touch. "You're wearin' another guy's clothes and that's no big deal?"
The tone of his voice held that all too familiar authoritative challenge. Akane smiled slightly, steeling herself for what she was about to do. If he wanted a challenge, then a challenge he would get.
She reached out with one slender hand, placing it firmly on his chest and pushed gently, indicating he back up slightly. He obliged her, seeing the sudden mischievous look in her eyes, and curious as to her intentions.
In one swift movement she reached down and grasped the hem of the tunic, pulling it quickly over her head in one smooth motion, and letting it fall to the ground heedlessly.
She stood before him in all her glory, the shadows cast by the moonlight playing over her, teasingly hiding some areas while seductively revealing others.
Slowly she leaned back against the tree, the fire still alight in her eyes, as a smug smile swept across her beautiful face. "Better?"
Ranma felt his heart begin to jackhammer as he drank in her flawless form, his eyes hungrily devouring her from head to toe, for she had never looked more beautiful. He simply stared at her transfixed, unable to look away, as his heated blood began to pump madly in his veins. He felt his desire kick up another notch, and fought desperately for control. Leave it to Akane to one-up him.
At her obvious invitation he took a step forward, again he braced a hand above her head, leaning forward so that his body was once again mere inches from her own. She could feel his warm breath on her face, his piercing gray-blue eyes making her feel weak-kneed as they held her gaze transfixed.
He reached up and traced the outline of her jaw lovingly, even as his voice echoed with a firm possessiveness. "You are so mine, Akane." There was a huskiness to his tone that was not lost on her.
She felt her breathing quicken, as she continued to stare up into those mesmerizing blue pools. She knew instantly that there was no going back, that what was about to happen between them was something she wanted, something she had wanted for a very long time. She licked her lips slowly, her anticipation almost overwhelming, as she whispered her firm reply.
"So, go ahead and take what's yours Ranma." If you dare, her eyes seemed to say. It was all the motivation he needed.
The words washed over him, setting off his every nerve ending, as his lust once again surged forward, causing his breath to catch and his eyes to turn smoky with desire.
He gave a small groan before lurching forward, the hand on her face finding its way to the back of her head, pulling her roughly toward him, his lips crushing hers, as his heated passion took over completely.
She let out a muffled gasp against his mouth as his tongue forced its way between her soft lips, her hands coming to rest upon his firm chest, as she desperately tried to undo the buttons of his red Chinese shirt. She yanked it forcefully off his broad shoulders, pressing herself firmly against him, enjoying the exquisite feel of his naked flesh against hers.
Ranma let out another groan at the sensation of her firm breasts against his heated skin, he felt himself shudder in response, pulling her even more tightly against him, as his lips found hers once again, branding her with his kiss.
After several breathtaking moments, he pulled back slightly and watched as her chest began rise and fall with her somewhat labored breathing. Unable to resist any longer, he reached out with one hand to envelop her, his other still wrapped tightly about her waist, his touch light at first then becoming more urgent with every caress.
Akane groaned and arched her back giving him better access. Ranma saw this and felt his loins tighten in response. He gasped at the sudden bolt of desire that shot through him, igniting his already inflamed hunger with an even steadier need.
The arm that encircled her tightened suddenly, drawing her roughly up against the length of him, she moaned as she felt his desire suddenly pressed up against her, the hardness of him evident even through the material of his black canvas pants.
He bent slightly, draping her over the arm that supported her at the waist, her back now at full arch, forcing her breasts to become completely offered up to him.
He lowered his head and enveloped her in his hot wet mouth, eagerly suckling the warm flesh, making her gasp and moan, as the incredible sensations began washing through her. Her hands reached up, her fingers sliding into the softness of his jet black hair, entwining the silky strands as she pulled his head down further, forcing his mouth to take in more of her.
Ranma groaned against her breast, his lips becoming more urgent as his arm tightened even further around her waist. He arched his hips, pressing himself more tightly against her.
"Nnnn… Ranma…"
The sound of his name whispered with such need sent another wave of lust coursing through him. How he had longed to hear it once again come falling from her lips in a heated rush of passion. Fantasizing what he would do to her to get her to say it. Now here she was naked, draped over his arm, helplessly exposed to his every touch, so vibrantly and fully alive, that he was suddenly overwhelmed by how wonderful it felt, the last of his emotional turmoil being chased away by her utter lack of hesitation.
He pulled back slightly to stare down at her. Her eyes were only slightly open, face flushed, breasts heaving with every ragged breath she took. He felt her hands desperately trying to pull his head back down to her, wanting his lips upon her once more. He smiled wickedly. Who was he to deny her?
He hesitated just a moment longer, causing her to let out a desperate moan, which sent another bolt of lust to reverberate through him. She gasped as his mouth once again found her, his lips hungrily devouring her breast, his tongue darting out to tease and caress the nipple, making it harden instantly.
Ranma was rewarded as his name once again left her lips in a whispered rush.
Akane closed her eyes against the overwhelming sensations rushing through her. Unconsciously she arched her back slightly offering more of herself to him. She let out a soft moan as he increased the pressure of his exploration.
Ranma once again reveled in her reaction. She was so responsive, so unbelievably sexy that he suddenly couldn't fathom how he had ever seen fit to call her uncute. He felt his need for her growing steadily, as his desire to hear her tell him what her actions were so blatantly showing became almost overwhelming.
He pulled back slowly, bringing her up with him, as he found himself giving in to this sudden need.
She opened her eyes slowly, staring back at him through glassy eyes, her hands still lost in the thickness of his black hair.
"Tell me you want me Akane." His demand was low, raspy with his urgent desire. It reverberated through her, setting off a steady pulse pounding excitement that made her want to scream.
"Ranma…" she groaned, rubbing herself against him as if this would be enough of an indication. He pulled her close, his breath hot in her ear.
"Tell me," he whispered his demand again. She shivered in response, but pulled back enough to let her hands slide from the thickness of his hair to lay gently on either side of his face. She met his gaze, her huge brown eyes holding his gray-blue ones in a steadfast look of desire.
"I… want… you… Ranma…" she whispered, punctuating each word with a lingering kiss.
In one swift movement he'd scooped her up into his arms, retrieving his shirt and the blanket as he went, and began to carry her further into the woods, stopping only when they came to a secluded clearing safely shrouded by the trees. He set her down gently, laying out the blanket before turning swiftly and pulling her against him once more.
"Now Akane," his voice was low, suggestive, the look he was giving her so full of raw hunger it made her breath catch. "Where were we?"
She stared up at him mesmerized by his beautiful gray-blue eyes, unable to tear her gaze away. She felt her heartbeat once again speeding up, her breath coming out in slow shallow gasps. Every nerve ending in her body was alive with feeling, waiting anxiously in anticipation for his next touch.
She reached down and laying her hand on his, gently guided it up the soft contour of her side to rest it firmly on her breast.
"Here Ranma." she said breathlessly. She watched as his eyes widened, then turned smoky with unmistakable desire. He let out a groan that was almost a growl as he began caressing her once more, his lips finding hers and taking her breath away with a searing kiss.
Akane felt herself returning the kiss wholeheartedly, pressing herself even further against him. Once again she felt his desire through the thin material of his pants and marveled at it. It was because of her, all because of her, his not so uncute tomboy.
He let out a soft groan when he felt her hands slowly roving over the fine contours of his rock hard stomach, sending electric waves of heat to course throughout his entire body.
She felt him quiver under her touch and marveled at the pleasure it brought her. She watched as he closed his eyes then, reveling in the feel of her hands as she explored the hardened muscles of his chest, her heartbeat steadily rising with every moment. He felt so good, so strong and warm and hard. The years of martial arts training fine honing his body into solid perfection.
He felt her hands rove further down to grasp the drawstring of his pants, pulling at it roughly even as he continued to kiss her. He gasped harshly as he felt her hand slip past the waistband to grasp him, the sensations bolting through him with rapid intensity. They continued to build as she began to gently stroke him, her fingers hot on his sensitive flesh. He felt himself grow even harder under her touch, as she continued to tease him with her slow and sensual exploration.
Ranma grit his teeth at the searing pleasure that was beginning to overtake his senses, as he desperately tried to hold himself back. It was too much, the feel of her hand on him, her breasts rubbing with erotic slowness against his chest, her hot breath a tantalizing caress on his over sensitive skin. With the last ounces of his control he pulled her hand away, his breathing coming in sharp ragged gasps.
"Ranma?" her soft voice rose up to question him. His heart swelled at the sound. She was so beautiful, his Akane.
His, the word reverberated in his brain. Carefully he opened his eyes to stare down at her. She was finally his, and very soon she would be his in every sense of the word. The mere thought sent another painful bolt of lust raging through him.
Akane stared up at him, concern lighting in her eyes. "Did I…." she breathed. "I mean was I….did it not feel…."
He cut her off with another long hot kiss that left her senses reeling. Slowly she came back to him, her gaze once again searching his.
"Akane…" He said his voice was low, full of raw desire. "I want you so much right now that if you continue to touch me…"
He shuddered, closing his eyes for a moment to regain some semblance of control. When he opened them again he found her staring up at him eyes wide, breathing quick and even. The look he gave her then was so full of unbridled lust that she gasped out loud.
Without another word, he swung her up into his arms, cradling her tightly against him, before lowering them both gently to the blanket that was stretched out over the soft grass.
He eased her down onto her back, lying on his side next to her. For a moment he stared down into her rich brown eyes, now full of heated desire as she stared back at him, her look conveying the same rush of excitement and anticipation.
With all his effort he managed to pull back his rampaging desire. He had waited for this for a long time and he wanted it slow and steady. He wanted to explore every inch of her, taste her, savor her make her say his name over and over in a heated rush of desire. He wanted to watch her respond, to see her need for him, only him, echoed in the depths of her rich brown eyes.
Acting on these thoughts he carefully slid one arm underneath her head, while using his free hand to trace a long lazy line down the length of her, watching as she quivered, her body arching without her consent, craving even more of him.
He continued to explore more of her, teasing and tantalizing her with his touch. She moaned and shuddered, her body rising to meet his fingers as feelings of pure pleasure swept through her.
Ranma marveled at her instant response to his exploration, his hand finally coming to rest upon her stomach as he gently ran it up and down in a sensual teasing motion. Akane let out a gasp as she felt him go even lower, sliding it in between her legs and with erotic slowness, easing them slowly apart.
It was then that she felt his fingers delve between her open legs, his touch lightly exploring, discovering which places excited her the most.
She moaned at the sudden bolt of pleasure it gave her, her hips instinctively arching against his fingers. He continued to caress her, and she gasped then groaned as she felt his thumb brush erotically across her most sensitive area. He marveled at the response and repeated the motion once again, only to be rewarded by yet another groan, this one louder in pitch and volume.
"Say my name Akane," he commanded, brushing the spot again. She nearly screamed in response, her breathing now coming in shallow ragged gasps, as the steady pulse between her thighs began to build into an excruciating level in its intensity. Once again she arched against his fingers.
Again he played her, strumming his fingers along her sensitive flesh, and again she cried out unable to control herself. The ache was intolerable, her need to have him inside her so great she thought she'd die with it.
He watched as she desperately reached down, and with trembling fingers began urgently pulling at his black canvas pants, trying to slide the material over and down his muscular hips.
The effort was futile for she needed his help to accomplish this and at the moment Ranma was more than content to simply watch her desire for him escalate.
He smiled as he remembered her standing over him with the thermos of water, the gleam in her eye as she held him in total control. He had promised her then that she would regret turning him female.
Staring down at her now, so lost in her own pleasure he knew she might not regret it, but he would definitely enjoy wielding some of that control, forcing her to take even more pleasure than she thought possible.
He moved his fingers against her once again, eliciting a long steady groan. He marveled at the power he had over her, playing her again and again, feeling his own response begin to burn inside him.
She was gasping for breath as his hands stilled for a moment, her whole body screaming for release. It was as if he knew right where and for just how long to touch her so as to bring her to the very edge without sending her over.
She gave a soft moan of frustration, as she was unable to do anything but respond to his touch, desperately craving more and more, willing to submit to such a torture if in the end he would only give her the release she longed for.
"Please…" her voice was soft, pleading, her whole body over sensitized to the point of exquisite pain. She reached up, once again tangling her fingers in his dark hair and pulling him down towards her. Her heated kiss was almost desperate as her lips locked with his over and over, urgently trying to bring him with her to the point of no return.
He gave a soft smile at her effort, his fingers brushing against her in response, causing her to cry out as the pleasure hit her full force. He stared down at her, hunger blazing in his beautiful gray-blue eyes.
"Say my name Akane," he repeated his earlier command.
When all she would give him was a low moan, as she tried to catch her breath, Ranma brushed his fingers across her yet again, causing her to gasp and arch her hips violently.
"Ranma…!" he was rewarded with the harsh cry of his name as she finally gave in and answered his demand.
He smiled at her response, feeling his own rock within him. The more pleasure he gave her the more he found himself getting in return, as he fed off of her response, watching her total and utter abandon.
"Now open your eyes Akane," he told her, leaning in to whisper the words erotically in her ear. She felt the tingles shoot up and down her spine with each word he uttered. "I want to see your desire, to watch it as you respond to my touch."
She gave another low groan, her body on fire, aching incessantly for its release. If she didn't have him soon…
He smiled at her utter lack of control, and decided it might be fun to ignite a little of the competitive fire he loved so much in her. Leaning close once again, his mouth mere inches from her ear, he whispered the words, his tone laced with challenge.
"If it's too much for you Akane…"
Her reaction didn't disappoint him, as her eyes flew open instantly, desire interlaced with determination blazing in her beautiful brown pools. His heart leapt at the sight, igniting his own inner excitement.
Once again he gently moved his fingers over her, this time in a steady rhythm that brought streaming bolts of hot pleasure to wash over her again and again.
He watched in amazement as she kept her gaze focused on him, even as her eyes widened and then took on a far away look of desire, as she was slowly swept away on a tidal wave of pure bliss.
He saw the immense pleasure reflected in those big brown eyes, knowing it was there because of him, because of what he could do to her, and suddenly all that mattered was bringing her even further, forcing her fully over the edge.
He increased his rhythm, the pressure of his thumb on her eliciting several steady moans, causing his blood to pump faster in his veins, as his own excitement built.
He could feel her beginning to tense as her body readied itself for release, her eyes finally closing as she arched against his fingers, unable to stop herself as her orgasm hit her full force.
He watched as her whole body shook with the power of it all, as he continued to push her further, savoring the feel of her beneath his fingers.
She gave one last shuddering gasp, as the last burst of pleasure hit her, finally fading as she came back down slowly, a delicious sort of warmth replacing the urgency, spreading outward to engulf her.
He pulled his hand away and she gave a single shudder, moaning softly as she turned into him, pressing her face in the crook of his shoulder.
He wrapped his strong warm arms around her, pulling her tightly to him, reveling in the feel of her soft curves as he ran his hand up and down her slender back in long languid motions, keeping Akane from succumbing to the sleepiness that wanted to overtake her.
"You're so beautiful Akane," he whispered softly, moving his hand up to caress her cheek lightly. "I love it when you are so full of fire that you allow your reckless abandon to take over."
At his words she slowly lifted her head from his shoulder to stare at him in wonder.
"Are you saying you provoked me on purpose?"
He smiled down at her wickedly. "Guilty," he replied in a husky voice, running his hand down the length of her until it rested on the back of her knee. He lifted it gently, pulling up and hooking it over his own leg.
"Why you little---" he quickly silenced her with a swift kiss, his hands roving over her, caressing her in ways that made her instantly melt under his touch. When he finally pulled away Akane was left to stare up into those amazing gray-blue eyes, any anger she might have had at being manipulated into this situation lost as she gently wove her hands through his lush dark hair.
She continued to stare up at him, her eyes full of love, of need and want. She recalled the time in the alley when their gazes had been locked on one another, when her thoughts had begun to wonder what it would feel like to pull the tie that bound his pigtail, and run her fingers through his long silky strands. This time she didn't hesitate, but acted on the impulse, taking it down before he knew what she was doing.
He felt her fingers gently working their way through his hair, as it swung down now over his shoulders, the feel of her touch making him close his eyes with the sheer pleasure of it.
He couldn't believe how lucky he was, the fact that the beautiful girl lying next to him was really his. That she loved him, all of him, the good and the bad. That she trusted him enough to let herself go, to allow both of them to feel this closeness, to revel in the fact that they did indeed complete each other perfectly.
"Come here handsome," she whispered seductively, pulling him down for another lingering kiss. It was slow and deep and full, and he was gasping for breath when she finally released him.
He felt her hand slide out of his hair and make its way slowly down the curve of his face, to his broad muscular shoulder, across his solid chest and downward, playing over his abdomen before settling on the very core of him.
He gasped sharply as he felt her hand envelop him. Even through the material of his pants her touch was exquisite.
"Ranma," she whispered his name, her tone encouraging him to open his eyes, and meet her gaze. He did so slowly, drinking in the sight of her, the feel of her, the absolute wonder that was she, his Akane.
Her next words sent such a thrill of anticipation through him, that it was all he could do to harness it.
"You promised."
She increased the pressure of her hand as if to emphasis this point. He let out a low growl, his lips finding hers as he claimed her once more.
He felt her hands once again moving to the waistband of his pants, trying to push them down over his finely muscled hips. This time he obliged her, lifting slightly, allowing her to slide him out of the confining garments.
Once freed, she took him up again in her grasp, gently stroking him, building his desire. He groaned and she caught it, her lips finding his and drinking deeply.
It was several moments later that he could finally take no more. Her hands were driving him mad with need, her lips stealing his breath away. Carefully he reached down and removed her hand, pulling it up and over her head, as he shifted his position to loom over her.
She watched breathlessly as a seductive look suddenly crossed his face. He lowered himself slowly, his lips finding the hollow of her neck and trailing hot kisses all the way to her ear.
"Akane," he whispered, his breath hot, sending a shudder throughout her entire being. "I want you."
The words reverberated through her, igniting a firestorm of tingles in the pit of her stomach, spreading outwards to light on her every nerve ending, her overloaded senses making her dizzy with need for him.
She shifted her position slightly to better accommodate him, gasping as she felt him move against her, urging her to open herself up to him. Her body obeyed him instantly, her want and need of him once again building in the pit of her stomach.
She pushed herself upwards to meet him for another lingering kiss, her lips urgent, hungrily consuming his as her desire rose steadily.
She was breathless as she finally pulled back, staring up at him with smoke filled eyes.
"Take me Ranma," she whispered breathlessly. "I'm yours."
Ranma felt his reaction to her words reverberate through his entire being, as a strong sense of urgency suddenly swept though him.
He began to rub himself against her in a slow steady rhythm, teasing her by occasionally placing the tip of himself at her entrance, and then quickly moving away. He was rewarded with a low moan from her, as she instantly began trying to match his movements, her instincts taking over, craving even more of him.
He released his hold on her hands, allowing her to once again sink her fingers into his long dark hair, pulling him to her again and again for one long lingering kiss after another, the need in her once again rising to that now familiar fever pitch.
She arched her hips against his, feeling the length of him, crying out in frustration as he continued to torture them both with his teasing movements.
She let her hands travel down the length of his broad back and felt him shiver in response to her touch, igniting an even greater need in her.
"Ranma," her whisper was harsh, full of urgent desire. "Please…"
At her plea he raised himself up slightly, positioning himself to enter her slowly. She was so wonderfully tight around him. It was all he could do to hold himself back.
He had waited for this very moment it seemed for a lifetime. His senses were filled with her, his whole body clamoring for release as he began to push even further inside her.
Akane couldn't believe the incredible sensation of him as he slowly began to fill her, she arched her hips instantly, taking in even more of him, letting out a frustrated cry as he suddenly stopped his forward motion.
"Akane," he croaked, his voice husky with his desire. "Look at me."
Slowly she forced her desire filled eyes to focus on him. It took all her effort as her body was on fire, desperately wanting to act of its own accord.
She stared upward into those seemingly endless blue pools, losing herself in their depths, as she watched his desire for her burning wildly within.
"I always keep my promises Akane," he told her before surging forward in one swift motion, eliciting a sharp gasp that was pure pleasure mixed with pain.
Slowly he began to rock within her, pulling out slowly and then surging forward over and over, until there was only the persistent pulse pounding pleasure as their bodies danced together, filling and igniting wave after wave of unbridled desire.
Akane felt the pain for only an instant, as it was quickly overshadowed by the unbelievable sensations now exploding through her. Her whole body felt like one giant nerve ending. She could do nothing but let herself feel it, helpless to do anything but ride the rise and fall of pleasure, as it came in waves, crashing over her again and again.
He felt so wonderful, her Ranma, he was hers now and forever. As if acting on this thought she brought her legs up, wrapping them tightly around his waist, bringing her hips forward and forcing him even deeper inside her.
Ranma gasped at the sudden movement, desperately trying to hold onto his control. He was so close to the edge, but he was determined to see her desire fulfilled before he took any of his own.
He kissed her again, hard in his urgency, his tongue probing forcefully into her mouth as he picked up his rhythm.
Akane could feel the pressure building within her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. Then suddenly she felt it explode, flooding her nerve endings, as the pleasure was now everywhere all at once, the sensations so powerful she couldn't contain them, as she cried out over and over with her release.
Ranma felt her orgasm hit her like a freight train. He could feel her muscles suddenly contracting, squeezing him in waves, building the tension in him to a fever pitch until he could no longer hold it back.
He had only a moment to marvel at the power of it all, before he found himself losing all control, tumbling full force over the edge after her.
With a sudden cry of his own, her name fell from his lips in a whispered rush, as he felt his body give a violent shudder, his release rushing forth, filling her with all that he was.
His name was also ripped from her lips, as she felt his release mix with her own. She gripped at his broad shoulders, holding him tightly as they free fell through endless waves of pure pleasure, drowning them both in a sea of sweet release.
They came down slowly, as he gently eased out of her, both of them trying to slow their somewhat ragged breathing. Ranma once again settled in beside her, pulling her against him, cradling her possessively in his strong, warm arms.
He grabbed the edge of the blanket pulling it deftly over them, as Akane gave a soft sigh, one filled with contentment.
He looked down at her, love radiating in his gray-blue eyes, as she stared back at him, her own deep brown pools reflecting his exact sentiment.
"Wow," she whispered. "That was incredible."
He smiled at her, caressing her jaw with the tips of his fingers. "You're the one who is incredible Akane."
She felt herself flush with the compliment, as she snuggled further into his warm embrace.
"You okay?' he asked, as he gently stroked her hair, his voice taking on an air of concern.
She nodded into the firmness of his chest.
"Hai," she reassured him before looking up into his eyes once more. "I love you, Ranma."
He stared back at her, smiling at her words, as he wrapped his arms even tighter around her.
"I love you too, Akane."
It was the last thing she heard before drifting away into a deep and peaceful sleep, locked in the safely of his strong, warm arms, a soft smile slowly lighting on her sweet face.
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Heh, was that an air conditioner I just heard being turned on?? Well, this chap is dedicated to all you die hard Ranma and Akane fans out there. Hope you enjoyed it!