Sunlight flooded the room and warmed Akanes body. Slowly she opened her eyes and flinched back surprised when she saw Ranmas half-naked body laying so close to her. Confused she sat up and looked around in the bedroom. How did she get in here? She remembered that she had sat tired on the dining table but she couldn't remember how she had gotten to bed after that. Aghast she raised the blanked a little and sighed relieved when she saw that she was still wearing her clothes. Thoughtfully she looked at the sleeping man beside her. Can it be that he carried me to bed? Carefully she laid again beside Ranma and looked at him curious. If all people looked younger in sleep? Amazed Akane looked at the face of the boy who was so familiar to her and still a sleeping Ranma from close was something new to her. She woke him every morning but it was always dark in the room and she was mostly stressed because they were late for school. But now she could follow his contours in silent. Her gaze drifted over his broad shoulders, over his muscular arms who lay relaxed close beside her body and she had to think about how often those arms had caught or protected her. Her eyes travelled down his trained six-pack to the boxer shorts then she quickly looked up to his head. His face was relaxed, he smiled slightly and he looked extremely young and innocent. She wondered how this hard, unrelenting and determined fighter could lay here so peaceful and defenceless. Really cute…Akane smiled softly before she realized what she was thinking. Gross what am I thinking? Ranma isn't cute at all! He is an idiot! A twerp – even a cute one…stop it know! The blue haired girl shook her head angry about herself then she turned back to her husband and stopped. But he brought me to bed yesterday without taking advantage from the situation! Maybe he cares about me? He had said so yesterday…
Carefully she reached her hand out to him. Akane hesitated and swallowed hard then she softly and carefully glided her pointing finger over his soft cheek. Quickly she withdrew her hand and looked suspicious into his sleeping face. Ranmas sleep was really deep he didn't even flinch and kept on sleeping. His breath was deep and regularly his muscular broad chest moved into the tact with it. Akane gathered her courage and started her exploration tour a new. Carefully she started at the cheek, drifted down to his chin on the other side up to his forehead then down over his nose to his lips. There she stopped shortly before it and pierced Ranma again with her gaze but he was still sleeping. What's the matter? We're married but everybody besides me can touch and kiss him without justifying – Shampoo, Kodachi, even this gross Mikado Sarrazin! She nodded determined then she pushed her finger on Ranmas lips. She was amazed how soft and full they felt and slowly and tender she drifted over them.
At the same moment she felt an intense glance on her and all hair in Akanes neck rose. Slowly she freed her gaze from Ranmas lips and let her gaze travel to his eyes where she became a pillar of salt. Ranmas sea blue eyes were open and he looked at her with a mixture out of amazement mocking pleasure and – intensive hunger? Suddenly Ranma snapped playfully with his teeth's at her finger who the girl fast brought to safety. At the same tame she blushed and searched desperate for an excuse.
"Well finally you're awake! I thought I had to push you into the sea!" she growled.
Ranma raised his eyebrow amazed and grinned impish. "That was for waking up?"
Still this hungry cheeky gaze that ran a hot shower over Akanes spine. She would love the wipe that dirty smug grin from his face with her hammer. Instead she pushed her chin up arrogant. "Pff..don't imagine things! I just wanted to tickle you the next time I through cold water over you again!"
"Bummer…" mumbled Ranma softly and looked innocent at the girl.
Akanes mouth dropped astonished. "What?"
Ranma laughed and nudged her forehead so she fell back into the cushion. "Got you!" Akane looked at him speechless but Ranma only whistled innocently. Then the material artist jumped from the bed smoothly like a big cat and turned waving at her.
"I take care of breakfast – before you try again to kill us with your cooking!"
"Grrraaaaah Raaaanmaaaa! You bastard!"
With on leap Akane had jumped out of the bed and chased her husband hissing and waving her hammer…
…Ranma cooled fuming the dent on his head and threw insulted glances at Akane who just ignored him and eat her breakfast so fast that she nearly choked on it.
After breakfast the two went again for training at the beach and Ranma still aghast over from his opinion unnecessary hammer hit send the girl several times into the sand by pulling her feet away to demonstrate his superiority. Akane on the other side not really gracious at her husband growled angrier with each time. His triumphant and gleeful laughter over her losses didn't make her peace fuller. Ranma also realized that he had exaggerated then somewhen he handed her his hand aporically and the girl let him pull her up.
"Ok Akane – let's fight! This time right…"he added provocation and the girl nodded clenching her teeth. Quickly she took a defensive stand and waited for Ranma to attack. Skilful she avoided his kicks and punches placed her blokes skilful and let Ranma insert two counters. She was so exited about it that she forgot her stable stand for a moment, hit a palm tree at avoiding him and let got of her cover complete. Ranma saw the gap and charged for the final kick at the girl.
Akane knew it was to late to dodge and closed in expiation of a hurtful meeting with his foot her eyes. Amazed she opened them again as it didn't came and starred fascinated at Ranmas foot who hat stopped millimetres in front her soft belly and was now floating in the air. Her gaze travelled instinctive to his deep blue eyes and he looked so intense at her that the girl was glad to have a strong hold in her back through the trunk.
Ranma smiled softly and pulled his foot back. "Akane I could never hurt you…" he said softly and with hoarse voice at her amazed gaze and pulled back from her.
Slowly Akane glided down the palm tree and looked after Ranma who bent down irritated and threw some shells into the sea. Why the hell was her heart beating so traitorous fast and loud? Why did it completely threw her out of track every time he said such things to her?
Thoughtfully she looked at the young man who turned around at the same moment and shouted to her: "It's getting to hot – let the training be for today!"
Akane raised astonished an eyebrow and Ranma also realized the double meaning in this situation. His head turned bright red and he quickly cooled down in the sea. Akane could only shake her head about that and lay on her beach towel to get some sun.
As a soaking wet Ranma-chan shacked over her like a dog the girl hissed annoyed and threw a water ball at her. Ranma-chan distracted the ball effortless then she dropped besides Akane on the towel and looked at her grinning. Annoyed from the gaze Akane looked up to her husband in women form and sighed slightly. "If you are so bored that you have to stare at me than get useful and put lotion on my back!"
Ranma-chan lost her impish grin and caught her breath. "Ah – what?"
Akane sighed impatient. "I don't want sunburn but I can't reach my back got it? So do it!" Ranma-chan swallowed hard as the girl turned on her stomach and prompted the sun cream into her hand. Ranma-chan suddenly felt very hot again. Why did I just cool of? It's no use! Trembling she held the tube over Akanes back who already gleamed slightly red and squeezed. A great flush of sun cream poured over Akane. "Iiiiiiih that's cold! Ranma you fool! What are you doing?" Akane tried to turn her head but Ranma-chan pushed it back into the beach towel and ignored her outraged fidget and nagging.
She let her hands float over Akanes back and hesitated. Then Ranma-chan took a deep breath and touched her soft skin lightly. Careful at first but more sure later she started spreading the cream over Akanes back. Ranma-chan was surprised how tense Akanes muscles felt under her heated skin until they relaxed and got loose. Slowly Ranma-chan started to massage the girl what let Akane sighed content and she stopped to fidget and nagging. Ranma-chan looked astonished at the stubborn girl. She can be nice and cute…I must have magical hands! Proud of himself the boy in women from grinned from ear to ear until to girl under his hands got up and said: "Change! I don't want to spent the next two weeks with a crab…" Ranma-chan stopped when she realized what Akane had in mind. She wanted to put lotion on him! Luckily I'm not a boy now – I wouldn't survive that…Carefully Ranma-chan lay on her stomach and Akane snorted aghast: "You are red already!"
Soft and tender she started to put lotion on Ranma-chans back and the redhead whimpered inwardly. How could I think I had magic hands? Where did she learn that that's not normal! Everywhere Akane touched her female skin she left a tingle and a comfortable goose bump and Ranma-chan clenched her teeth's so she didn't loose her composure. What's that? I'm materiel artist nothing, but nothing at all take my cool away! I train hard for it! I'm strong, disciplined and – why the hell can't I focus when this tomboy gives me a massage? Luckily the sweet torture was soon over and Akane nudged the red haired girl softly into her side. "He don't fall asleep!"
"Only if I could…" mumbled Ranma-chan grumbling and decided to go to sleep as a girl tonight just in case.
On the next day Ranma avoided to put on lotion by wearing a undershirt to his short shorts. As Akane stepped to him on the porch after breakfast and he turned to her he nearly fainted. Akane had again got to Nabikis chosen clothing and wore a snow-white triangle bikini and over it a short jeans mini skirt. In one hand she hat a transparent tunic with the other she waved the sun cream in front of his nose. Ranma starred so long opened mouthed at the girl that Akane hit him with a little hammer to wake him up.
"Stop starring at me like that you pervert! I know I'm ugly – so what? It's hot on Cuba and the caring Nabiki only gave me a limited choice of clothes…put lotion on me quickly or we never get to the waterfalls the nice Cuban suggested to us!"
Really on the morning Helena the wife of the local had appeared like promised stoked up the food and rhapsodized over the prettiest locations on the island. Akane had immediately been fire and flame for the waterfalls hoard for birds of paradise. Ranma didn't care for the location but after he realized on the day prior how bad his composure was a hike was nice. So he could tier Akane out and she wouldn't be a danger for him at night. And they were both distracted by the charms of the other.
Ranma swallowed hard as the girl sat cross legged in front of him and pulled him down by his hand. "Do it!"
Ranma took a deep breath then he took the sun cream on his hands and touched her back. As Akane snapped for air he stopped. "Cold?"
"Mh-hm…" Akane pushed out between clenched teeth as she was overwhelmed by the feeling of his male hands on her body. The next time I push him in the sea…she thought grumbling and tried to push the pleasant shiver his touched caused. Maybe I get sick – that must it be! As soon as she realised that he was finished she jumped up, put the tunic on and avoided to look into his eyes. Her face blazed from shame. Ranma also had to try to give his head a normal colour back. Finally to started with the description from Helena and looked for the waterfalls. The island was beautiful and amazed they went through the Cuban Fauna and felt like they were in the tropics. Akane stumbled several times over green roots and after she fell twice into the soft dosh Ranma sighed annoyed and took the girl by the hand. "You're such a goof Akane! I always have to take care of you…" Akane looked to the side insulted but gave him a clout for the goof before she let herself be pulled along from him. At least she wasn't falling down anymore.
As the reached the waterfalls after two hours they were overwhelmed. It was really beautiful in this place: The rock from which the water fell was covered in green dosh and a little rainbow appeared there war the light hit the foaming water. "Wow!" was the only thing the newly weeds could muster. Akane smiled exited took of her mini skirt ant tunic and went carefully to a shallow spot. Ranma followed with distance than I didn't want to go through the forest as girl. Besides he had to took deep breaths as he saw Akane sitting in her white bikini moss-covered rock how she moved her feet in the water and rubbed her arms with clear water. He wondered if he was getting sick. Since when could this tomboy heat him up that he nearly lost his mind? Was it the fact that they were unguarded and alone on the island or were it Akanes feminine and sexy clothes? Ranma pulled his hair groaning and decided to get checked by Dr. Tofu in Japan. That wasn't normal what was happening to him. If one of Shampoos spells had gone wrong again? He looked at the blue haired girl in front of him that was actually responsible for almost an hour and thought about the source of his feelings until he had an idea. Maybe Akane had secretly gave him something of her cooking? Maybe when he had slept? He had to confront her before this strange feeling took over. "AKANE!" he screamed at the girl.
Akane startled so much that she jumped up and quickly turned to Ranma. Amazed that a threatening danger wasn't coming she narrowed her beautiful brown eyes to suspicious slit. "What? Why are you screaming? Are you mad?!"
"Akane! Did you poison my with your food?" he asked straight away and stepped to her. It was a mistake to get so close to her body but he wanted to see the lie in her eyes. But he only saw disgust and anger.
"Youuu – what are you thinking idiot? Besides that you don't touch my food I haven't prepared one thing on the island! You wont let me!" she hissed insulted at him before she suddenly stopped. "What let you think this?"
Ranma blushed to the tip of his hair then he quickly shook his head. He couldn't tell her that! Instead he huffed in defence. "I wouldn't put anything past you…"
That was to much for Akane. How could this emotionless jerk only in one moment turn her head with his affectionate, caring way and accuse her of something like that in the next moment? She took a step forward him raised her hand for a punch – and slipped on the slippery wet dosh under her bare feet. Ranma caught the girl before her head hit the rock still Akane whimpered pained and held her ankle. "Ouch – what a bummer! I think I twisted my ankle…" Without hesitation Ranma bend down to the girl and took the foot carefully in his hands. Carefully he moved it and Akane yowled slightly. Sighed Ranma pushed the girl her things into her hand than he gathered his scantily dressed wife in his arms and took a deep breath. Her warm, naked, soft skin was to close and he quickly made his way home to distract himself. Akane was slightly red in her face as she let herself carried by Ranma through the forest. Carefully she wrapped her arm around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. As Ranma took an other deep breath she looked up again.
"Bah – what's wrong?! What are you snorting like that?"
Ranma blushed. How can she ask me that? This cruel girl has no tactfulness! Can't she think that this situation isn't easy for me? That she's making me nervous? Instead of telling the truth the material artist only snorted: "You know Akane – not only are you a clumsy clot but also a heavy one! You're just to fat…"
As he saw that her gaze inconspicuous and with a hurt expression travelled over her body he was sorry. Why couldn't he be honest with her instead of always hurting her? Because his brain shot down at her he admitted reluctant. "Akane…" he started carefully.
"It's okay – forget it! Let me got!" Her voice trembled suspicious as she peeled herself from his arms and grimly jumped from tree to tree on one foot.
"Akane be reasonable! Let me carry you back!"
"Go away! Leave me alone!"
Ranma looked at the girl who stubbornly tortured her way, with a bad feeling then he went determined to her threw her over his shoulder like a potato sack and dashed under loud protest and fist gravel the rest of the way back to the beach house. There he threw her on the bed and dashed into the bath. Akane sat up aghast as Ranma was already kneeling in front of her and put her feet carefully on his tight. He looked closely at her injury and even if Akane was still hurt and huffy she couldn't ignore him longer but looked fascinated how he was holding her foot in his hands. He touched it as if Akanes body was something delicate and precious and Akane looked touched how he bandaged her foot tenderly. As Ranma was pleased with his work he looked up at the girl and was amazed about the expression in her eyes. He had expected a telling-off or at least a punch with the hammer but instead she just smiled softly at him. How beautiful she is…
Ranma swallowed hard and drowned in her brown eyes and Akane didn't think about breaking the eye contact. She liked it to much to look into this blue impenetrable sea in which sometimes a fire burned. Also now she saw a light spark she couldn't identify.
Ranma broke the eye contact first and cleared his throat slightly. "Ah…well. I shortly go into the bath and then we best go to bed – it was an exhausting day!" He jumped up and closed himself in the bathroom.
Akane looked astonished after him then she looked down at herself. She was still wearing the bikini and clenching her teeth's she had to think about his words. Was she really so unattractive? So ugly and fat? No…she realized realistic. But hadn't he also said in Jusendo that he couldn't express himself and then said the opposite of what he meant?
Akane was amazed at the sudden realization and hissed the air. Several minutes she just sat there and tried to process the new realization. She had to try if her suspicion was right and her eyes automatically went to her trunk. As Ranma left the bath the girl limped past him and closed herself in.
Akane took a deep breath then a nervous shiver overcame her that even let her teeth shatter. What she would do now was completely against her nature and belief. Uncertain she looked at the black short nightgown. It would barley reach her tights and the area over her stomach was completely transparent. The frill at the deep cut out didn't make it better. Akane got dressed and startled herself when she looked into the mirror. O god, o god, o god! Even someone who isn't pervert gets nasty thought at this!
Akane swallowed hard and cramped her fingers. She had to test it. She couldn't be cowardly now. Besides she had to prove him that she wasn't a tomboy! Taking a deep breath she opened the door and stepped shy and hesitant into the bedroom. Ranma already laid on his side of the bed but when he saw what she was wearing Ranma straightened and his jaw dropped. Stunned his eyes travelled from her face over her cleavage slowly down her body to her slim slender legs. Then his gaze glided slowly back up and stopped at the black nightgown the crimpy edge at the middle of her tights and the transparent spots over her stomach. Oh. My. God. I'm dying. I'm dying tonight! That's no torture that's worse! I think I burn inside! Ranma didn't know anymore how to breath. His heart stopped. How could Akane do this to him? Dress in this? Why did she have to be so sexy? His composure left with a resigned sigh and Ranma sank back in the cushion groaning. Grumbling he pulled the sheets over his head and as Akane laughed loudly and said "2:0" he hissed back: "That. Is. Absolutely. Not. Funny!"
He heard how Akane laid still giggling on her side of the bed and Ranma tensed all the muscles in his body when he heard her voice close to him. "It is and you know it!" she answered impish.
She was close to close. And was definitely wearing the wrong thing! Ranma turned his back at Akane demonstrative and tried not to hyperventilate or loose his mind. He didn't know what was happening with him. The heat in him let his blood boil out his body on flames and his face burned from shame and desire. He could smell her, the heat from her barely clothed body her sweet breath in his neck. I can't anymore…I can't stand it! Yowling he turned to Akane – and stopped. The girl was facing him and slept. Ranma didn't now if he was frustrated or relieved that his composure was spared an other night. He realized that the only chance to stand against Akane was to make her tired. He couldn't count on his composure anymore! Sighing resigned he covered the girl even more then he pressed his eyes together and forced himself to sleep his fist tightly clawed into the mattress.