Akane sighed as she again glanced up at the clock above the door. It had been a rough day for her and she was hoping to get through it without snapping or dying of embarrassment. She had been highly embarrassed this morning to wake and hear Ranma moaning her name while twisting under the sheets. She taken them off, only to get a surprise as she realised what was happening to her fiance. She had listened as he moaned his name, her eyes drawn to his covered groin, which was twitching under the silk boxers. Her hand had been drawn of it's own volition and reached out and caressed the ample evidence of the successful operation performed just days ago.

She had let out a startled yelp as she felt the large mass of flesh pulse and felt something jetting against her palm as it rested on his body. The realisation of what was happening struck her like a thosand volts, adn she had experienced the familliar sensation of reaching the clouds and rain herself as she remained still, allowing the pulsing flow to ebb of its own accord against her palm. After the last forceful pulse, she withdrew her hand and scooted away from her fiance, unconciously bringing her now wet palm to her face.

The odor of the unfamilliar coating on her hand drew her attention and she splayed her fingers, watching as the thin coating spread to connect her digits.The smell was strong, yet oddly pleasant, though she doubted she'd wear it as a perfume. She licked her dry lips and tried to shake her mind from what the sticky substance was just in time to face her fiance as he awoke.

Both blushing in shame, he had asked what had happened and she had explained. They had spoken for a few minutes, and Akane was still sufficiently off guard for Ranma to get an honest answer when he asked if she had ever experienced similar dreams as the one he had describbed. She had shyly told him of her own experiences and how they had affected her in a similar manner to how his dream had affected him. She explained that the doctors thought such incidents might occur for the first few weeks as his mind tried to process sensations and feelings with which he'd had no prior experience. She had also explained that it was a normal process for all boys and girls as well as they went through puberty, but that the doctors thought Ranma's might be more frequent until he adjusted mentally and physically to the changes in his hormones. But he would eventually return to a level field and have more control over his reactions. Until then, he just had to be prepared to accept a small amount of embarassment.

The real problem was that ever since then, Akane had been able to think of nothing but her own dreams and fantasies. She was totally unable to pay attention to the droning on of the teacher's and barely able to remain focussed on her friends for more than a few seconds when they tried to pry information about Ranma's condition out of her. She'd spent most of the day fending off embarrassing questions while trying to control her own reactions to the thoughts coursing through her mind.

The only saving grace for the day was that she was glad she wasnot a boy since it would be impossible for a boy to hide the reactions she was having to her thoughts. Frequent breaks to the lavoratory had been needed to try and repair what she could of her reactions. It seemed slightly silly to her to think of the intense sensations she'd been experiencing all morning, but she was desperate to not think of the real name for what was happening to her so frequently. She was desparate to get home and workout in the dojo. Maybe, she thought quietly, she could make part of Ranma's dream contrue. While she was ready to admit that she loved Ranma and was strongly attracted to him, she didn't think she was really ready to act on her feelings yet. Ranma still needed to get used to the changes in his new body and in his mind, and so did she. She might have accussed Ranma of being a pervert in the past, but she had never really thought he was one. Now, thanks to the operation, for the next little while, he would be reacting like one, even if he might not act on or understand his feelings, he was now going to have thoughts that he'd never experienced before and they were going to cause some problems.

Thankfully, the clock showed that there was only a few minutes left in class. She ignored the teacher and started to gather her books and squirm in her seat while waiting for the bell to ring. She ignored the looks her friends and classmates were giving her as she counted down the last minute of the frustrating day.

She jumped when the bell went off and was out the door before the teacher could assign any homework. She was eager to get home and find her fiance. She wondered if he had thought at all about her during the day, or if he had spent the day lounging around the house eating and annoying Kasumi.

She raced through the street, not noticing that she knocked over several people on her way home. She didn't even notice when Kuno tried to glomp her and was sent flying through the air, nor did she notice the similar departation of Kodachi, Shampoo, Ryoga, and Mousse, the last two who just happened to be walking through the streets when she passed.

She reached home, kicking of her outer shoes, and absently greeting her sister while tossing her book bag into the closet near the door. She ran out the back door to the dojo, and threw open the door, only to find it empty. Puzzled, she moved back into the house to look for her sister, finding her in the kitchen.

"Kasumichan, have you seen Ranma?" she asked the older girl.

Kasumi turned from the kitchen table where she had been browsing through a medical text. "I believe he went into the living room to watch television after he finished his workout this morning. I haven't seen him since then."

Akane gave her sister a smile. "Thanks Kasumi." she stated as she moved out towards the living room.

Akane grinned impishly as she entered the living room and found Ranma sleeping on the sofa, the television playing softly on some silly gameshow. She leaned against the doorframe and watched Ranma whiel he slept, amazed once again by how carefree and young he looked while he slept. Usually, his face was set in either a cocky grin, annoyed frown, or puzzled glare. In his sleep, he was usually troubled by nightmares of the training his father had put him through. It was not often that he slept peacefully, as Akane well knew. Not long after he moved in, she had been awoken by cries and whimpers coming from the guest room, she'd gone to see what the pervert was doing, only to see him curled up in a ball and whimpering in terror. She had been tempted to cuddle up to him and whisper soothing words into his ears, and had managed to withstand the urge for several minutes before giving in. Since then, at least once a week, she'd had to repeat her performance. She had developped a great hatred for Genma Saotome, and had thanked the gods that Nabiki had never learned of her little displays of tenderness towards her fiance.

Seeing him sleeping peacefully sprawled awkwardly on the couch, she moved over and tucked herself in behind him, rearranging him so that he'd be more comfortable while he slept. She was pleasantly surprised when he hugged her and mumbled her name into her ear while nuzzling against her hair. She returned the hug and allowed the tension that had been coiled inside her all day to disipate, and the sense of warmth and security of being in Ranma's arms to lull her into sleep.

An hour later, Kasumi came into the living room to the sight of Ranma and Akane cuddled up together on the sofa and smiled lovingly at the sight. Looking at the clock, she decided to let them sleep. She went into the cubby beneath the TV stand and removed a quilt which she covered the young couple with. Smiling down at them, she bid them to sleep well and silently closed the door to the living room, hanging a sign out that the room was not to be entered.

Humming to herself, she glided to the kitchen and started preparing supper, making sure to have enough to set some aside for her youngest sister and the man she loved.