The world outside their four brick walls did not exist. Could burn to ashes for all Usagi cared.
Mamoru? Fuck him and his playboy tendencies. He did not matter, not now. She couldn't care less about the others too. Even Crystal Tokyo can vanish for all she cares.
The fear of failure; the abject misery of thousands, nay millions, or maybe even billions; the expectation of her future heavy and raw against his tired shoulders; her mind grew ignorant to all of it at the touch of his lips, at the flood of a familiar taste in her mouth. She clawed at the complicated mess of drawstring and clothes crisscrossing his body, fingers desperate and clumsy, frantic to feel the scalding hot flush of his skin under her hands; something to ground her, to keep the static fuzz in his brain and quiet the screaming crystal nestled within. The ghostly voice from
There was no finesse. It didn't happen the way she'd always envisioned. No candles or soft moonlight or delicate touches. Instead, she screwed her eyes shut and dug her quite long nails into his back, sometimes his thigh, and drowned in the sensation of warmth in her crotch, the sound of her voice whining his name and bedframe creaking in protest like a lullaby to two weary souls.
Ranma let himself be used in the only way he cared to be used, no longer a pawn on (Nabiki)somebody else's chessboard, just a partner in another's quest for meaningless pleasure. No words, no love, no respect, nothing - but senseless, mindless fucking.
(It does not always remain like that, however. A slip or two of their real feeling is unavoidable.)
She let go, forcefully taking his hands and placing both of their hand together; she must felt him hesitate, and yet she noticed the aggressive bouncing of her hips did not stop, only felt her velvet walls tighten excitedly at the dangerous prospect he presented. The freedom she desperately craved, from her fate and destiny. She finally pried his eyes open, the insufferable voices inside her awakened again and gained traction at the mere hint of daylight.
Be quiet. Be quiet. Please, just be quiet. SHUT UP!
"Do it. Please."
Their position is now switched with each other. He is now at the top, and she is at the bottom.
Fingertips pressed deeply into the soft arteries at each other plea, each breath becoming harder to swallow than the last as their throat almost mutually collapsed into itself. The edges of their vision began to blur, their body starving for air, survival instincts deadened by their weight together, pressing him further into the mattress.
Everything seemed to slow to a near stop, the sight of his bare-chested and her breasts perfectly preserved in time. The reality was growing lighter by the second and he gleefully embraced their sharp, needle-like tingling enveloping their being, the blinding white glow at the end of the tunnel manifesting right before their eyes(the sight he familiar with, while Usagi is more rarely seeing them), the edge of this realm coaxing them closer like a siren's deadly song. The song that seems awfully familiar...
Let go. Leave it all behind...
Then the pressure was suddenly lifted. Usagi let go of him first, and then after she released her, he released his hand from Usagi's neck.
She inhaled her first breath in while. He also inhaled, deeply, the rush of oxygen making both of them lightheaded and the odd catharsis of being a hairsbreadth away from death doing little to hinder their pleasure, instead of pulling them up to undiscovered heights that made their heart pound like a jackhammer in their chest. The tension in his balls reached breaking point, filling Usagi with his warmth with little more than a ragged sigh; finally spent, yet the rabid animal in both of them now howled for more.
More, more, more.
He couldn't ignore the irritated tut Usagi let slip.
"Over so soon?"
Ranma shook his head, winding his arms around Usagi's waist and holding tightly, possessively, pinning Usagi in place upon his lap. The vestigial remains of a whisper still lingered, crawling around inside his ear like a stray cockroach; intolerable after knowing the peace of white noise even for just a second.
"I'm nowhere near done with you." He whispered in her ear.
"Good. I need more of that. And you will provide it."
Author note:
I always wanted to read Ranma x Usagi fic. Sadly couldn't find a good one. Can someone recommend me a good Ranma x Usagi fic?