Feeling excessively creative, tonight, I managed to write down the whole plot of this story. So now I do know where it's going, and it has a loooong way to go. Now, I would like to promise you that I'll post the chapters sooner one after the other, and since I know what I'm doing, it shouldn't be too difficult. The only problem is that I'm very busy and I'd be lying if I said this will be posted every so often. I'll do my best though, so please, don't get too mad at me for taking so long and do review, it makes me feel like somebody out there really cares about this story and I try to find more time sooner.
Again, sorry about all the mistakes you find in here, but I'm not English and I do my best, so if there's anything really disturbing, let me know, so I can fix it. By the way, I've been taught the British version of English, so some words might be different from what all you American guys are used to. Sorry about that too. ^_^
One last thing – my other story, Studying isn't dead either, if anyone is interested. I just decided I'll finish this one first, then go on with that one. That is the plan, at least…
Enough said, now on with the story.
PS (sorry, forgot about this ~_^)
This story has some adult content. If you are not of age, or feel disturbed by it, please do not read it. My other stories are less explicit, you might enjoy them more.
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"Of Loose Gi's and Lost Focuses"
Chapter 7
The kisses were getting deeper and deeper, Ranma's hand were roaming over her body and she felt his ragged breathing on her cheeks between one kiss and another. She was breathing rather quickly herself. She felt an almost incoherent need to feel his skin and she moved her hands to his chest, searching for the clasps that held his Chinese shirt together. She undid a couple of them, pressed a palm on his warm skin and felt him shiver. He raised his head from her face and looked at her, his eyes glazed with passion.
Suddenly he pulled away, his eyes focussing again. Akane just stared in shock.
"What? What's wrong?" she asked, her breath short.
"No, nothing…" he stammered, trying to regain his control. A very hard task indeed, with her warm and inviting body so close. He had to turn away from her to get his senses back. "I… we… we said it was not time yet…"
Akane was trying to calm down, trying to understand what he was saying. She was not as good at controlling her emotions though, so she just looked at him puzzled and almost hurt.
Ranma noticed that hurt and he tried to say the right thing before it turned into anger.
"Look, I want this, I mean… I … don't want to stop but… it's just not right. And besides we're outside and someone could see and…" He sighed frustrated, unsure, unable to express himself. Afraid of sticking his foot into his mouth again.
Akane still looked at him a bit puzzled, but she finally regained enough composure to really listen to what he was trying to say. Of course they had to stop. They were outside. And they had decided to wait, a few hours before… He was right. But more importantly, she could tell he wanted that as much as she did, he wanted her, and that was enough for her. At least it would have to be enough for now. So she walked over to him, held him from behind and whispered to the back of his shirt: "I know, I… want you too… but… let's go home."
Ranma turned around, happy that she understood, glad that she hadn't got mad. He smiled his lopsided smile and caressed her cheek.
"My cute tomboy…" he whispered back.
Her eyes grew bigger for a moment, then mischief crept in her gaze.
"Are you sure you're saying the right thing? I mean, wasn't I the uncute tomboy?"
Ranma could tell that the insult still stung, but she was taking it rather well. Of course he wouldn't be Ranma if he didn't call her names at least once every so often. But for once, instead of teasing her on, he simply said: "Where did I ever get the idea of you being uncute? I already told you that to me you're beautiful. I mean, you are a tomboy and all… but I don't mind that."
Akane frowned at the first part of that last sentence, but brightened up when he continued. And she smiled even more sweetly when she heard the rest of his little speech.
"But uncute? I guess I was just temporarily blind or something…"
"Well, I'm glad you regained your eyesight finally," she said, holding him tighter.
They stood there, under the stars, for a few more moments, then they finally let go of each other and decided it was time to head home. Their parents would start worrying soon. And that would mean looking for them. And they didn't want to be found in compromising situations. Not yet.
Still they were too far away to just run home, Ranma thought. Sure, Akane ran every morning, but her usual route was six miles, while they were a lot farther from home than that. So for the second time that evening, without a warning, he scooped her up and started roof-hopping towards the Tendo household.
"Hey, I can walk by myself, you know," Akane protested, though not too vehemently. After all she liked having an excuse to be close to him some more.
"We're too far to run on the floor, this way's faster," he answered without stopping.
After a while, when they got closer to their home, Akane suggested he let her down and they ran the rest of the way, otherwise their parents would get suspicious seeing her not sweaty and tired as she usually came home from her runs. He agreed and the run in silence for a while.
When they got to street where the Tendos lived, they stopped for a moment. Their hands were still locked.
They felt a little self-conscious, not used to what was happening to them, so they just looked at each other, smiling happily. Ranma scratched the back of his head and broke the silence first.
"Well, … uhmmm… I just… wanted to say … I really enjoyed this evening. And I really care about you. I … " It was still difficult to say it. 'Why?', he wondered.
She hushed him, putting a finger on his lips. "Shhh, someone could be listening…" She smiled. She knew it was hard for him to express his emotions. So she decided to make it easy for him.
"I know, Ranma, and I do too."
He smiled and squeezed her hand a little before letting her go.
She went ahead to keep up the pretence of not knowing he was following her, and soon after Ranma entered the house through the laundry porch door, as he usually did to avoid Akane noticing he had been out.
The evening went on smoothly, their fathers were so engaged in their game of shogi – or rather in that botlle of sake that was lying on the floor, almost empty – that thay didn't notice they had been away longer than usually.
Akane took her bath first, as usually, then went to her room wondering if Ranma would come by to say good night. To give her a good night kiss. Or two. Or… She had to stop thinking about that! She blushed furiously, hiding her face under her blaket.
After his own bath, Ranma wondered about the same thing too, not knowing if he should do it or not. Coming to her door, he looked at the little duck with her name on it and knocked.
"Come in."
He stepped into her room, closing the door behind her. She was smiling.
"I hoped you'd come to say good night," she whispered.
"Yeah, I thought I might…" he said, walking to her bed. He sat down next to her as she sat up, resting her back on her pillow.
"I wanted…" he started again, but she hushed him.
"Nabiki could be listening in!" she warned almost inaudibly.
Ranma froze in panic at the thought for a moment. If Nabiki found out… Then he relaxed.
"She'll find out soon enough, you know how she is, and we'll just have to deal with her somehow when she does. Right now I want to say good night properly and then I'll go. If she's watching, she'll at least have something interesting to see," he said, speaking not quite so inaudibly as Akane had. He smiled and leaned towards her, kissing her softly.
"Good night, Akane-chan," he said, got up and left, turning at the door just to smile at her surprised expression, the closing the door quietly.
Akane remained in the same dazed state for quite some time. Then she just crept under her covers again and fell into the most pleasant sleep she had had in ages. And dreaming the best dream too. Now that she knew what it felt like to be kissed by Ranma, her dreams gained a whole new perspective. And nobody was interrupting. And they didn't stop after those first few moments, in her dream.
After exiting Akane's room, Ranma found himself face to face with … Nabiki.
"So what were you doing in Akane's room at such unproper hours, Ranma?" she asked with her usual smirk. For once, he didn't feel intimidated, but decided to have some fun himself.
"I went there to give my fiancée a good-night kiss," he stated, staring directly at her eyes, without a flinch.
Nabiki's eyes grew wide, then became little slits again.
"Yeah, right, and next thing you'll tell me she's finally got it that Ryoga is P-chan, right?" she retorted.
Ranma just shrugged. And went to his room. Nabiki frowned, thinking, but decided that nothing really interesting could have happened if Ranma was that self-confident. So she shrugged too and went to the bathroom.
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Seventh chapter done, and the story is just starting. If you're still interested in it or if you just want to let me know what you think, please review, I'll appreciate any kind of comment, even flames… See you soon and thanks to all the people who have come this far!
