Disclaimer: Rumiko Takahashi owns all rights to Ranma and Co. I just like borrowing her awesome characters!

Warning: This chapter contains some erotic and lemon flavored scenes. If this offends you or you are under age please skip!

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It took Akane awhile to fall asleep that night, her every nerve ending continued to tingle with want and need. She could still taste him on her lips. Never before had she felt such a powerful and overwhelming sense of desire. It was like she could feel what he felt, like he had somehow transferred it to her. But how, how could he possibly do that? She didn't know, wasn't even sure if she cared. All she knew was she wanted to feel more of it, more of him. Finally sleep began to overtake her, and as he promised, she drifted off into a dream filled slumber.

She found herself in some sort of castle, the dark stone walls cold beneath her touch. She was dressed in a long satin off the shoulder gown that swirled about her feet as she made her way down an extensive hallway with many twists and turns.

When she finally came to the end she found herself drawn to a light coming from one of the vast rooms. Gently she pushed the door fully open only to discover the source of the light was emanating from a fire roaring brightly in the fireplace. It welcomed her invitingly, casting a warm pallor over the room.

Akane glanced around a bit apprehensively before stepping over the threshold. The room was a vast bedchamber decorated in Victorian style. She ran a delicate hand over the nearest piece, admiring its aesthetic beauty, before crossing over to warm herself by the fire.

She stared blankly into the flames dancing before her, letting her mind drift idly to thoughts of Ranma. She smiled as she remembered his mischievous smile and beautiful gray-blue eyes. His kiss, so explosive it set off every nerve ending in her being. Or the way he always made her feel so safe in his embrace, and yet at the same time as if she were treading a fine line of danger. A line that filled her with excitement even as it screamed at her to walk away as fast as she could.

As if thinking about him could somehow conjure him up she felt a sudden shift in the air. She turned slowly to see him leaning casually against the far wall watching her. She felt her breath catch and her heart begin to race at the sight of him.

"Ranma?"

"Hello Akane," he said, unable to take his eyes off her. She looked absolutely beautiful framed by the firelight.

"Where are we?"

He moved towards her, placing his hand upon her soft cheek. She closed her eyes and reveled at his touch.

"I told you I'd see you in your dreams," he whispered seductively in her ear. A fine fission of pleasure suddenly burst through her extending all the way down her spine.

"So you did," she breathed, her breath shaky as she felt her heartbeat begin to quicken inside her chest. "Then this is a dream?"

He simply smiled seductively at her question, his voice dropping to an intimate level. "Something you should know about me Akane," he drawled, his breath hot in her ear, his fingers tracing seductive lines across her jaw. "I always keep my promises."

She felt her breathing quicken at his touch, as she unconsciously leaned in closer to him.

"What else should I know about you," she whispered in an unsteady voice. He smiled at the question, pulling back to stare down at her with those brilliant gray-blue eyes.

Akane swallowed hard, seeing in them a desire barely controlled, a fire so finely lit, that it was just a matter of time before it consumed her completely.

Then he was leaning in, bringing his soft lips to hover just over hers, the seductive smile still etched upon his face.

Akane felt her senses go into overdrive, suddenly she couldn't breathe, as the anticipation of his kiss steadily rose, locking her in a state of suspended expectation. She felt his warm breath upon her lips, sending a fine shiver down her spine, as he began to whisper his reply.

"Sweet Akane." His voice was low, seductive. "All you need to know about me is this."

In an instant his mouth was on hers, igniting a firestorm of feeling as he sent with it just a fraction of his desire for her. She moaned under the onslaught, as fierce emotions began filling her, pulling her deeper under his spell.

She let herself go, reveling in the taste of him, wanting to feel his touch. Sensing this he pulled her roughly against him, making her gasp in pleasurable surprise. His mouth once again claimed hers in a possessive hunger that was barely controlled.

Again she moaned against his lips, returning his hunger with a fervor all her own. Suddenly she felt herself being lifted, as he swung her up in his arms and walked toward the fireplace. Gently he stood her on the blanket that had suddenly appeared in front of the hearth.

"Ranma," she breathed his name, the want and need evident in her eyes. He groaned inwardly at the sight, and though he would have to fight to keep his concentration, he knew he could let go without fear of exposing his secret. She would simply think this was all a dream.

With this thought he reached around and unzipped her dress, pushing it the rest of the way off her arms with erotic slowness. She let out a soft gasp as it drifted down the length of her, its silky softness like a caress upon her heated skin. It pooled about her feet until she was standing before him in nothing but her bra and panties, her eyes glassy with her desire for him.

Gently he began tracing her slender curves with a single finger as he pulled her bra away with infinite slowness. He resumed his exploration, paying special attention to each of her breasts, making her quiver under his touch.

"I know your every want," he whispered, leaning in close. "Your every desire." Again he ran his fingers along her, making her shiver in response. When he spoke again his tone was low, seductive, as it burned hotly in her ear. "I can be your everything Akane."

She moaned in response and he pulled her to him, his mouth searing hot kisses down the length of her throat, his hands working to caress every inch of her.

Akane closed her eyes as the sensations rolled over her, crying out at the onslaught of emotion as he released some of his pent up desire.

His hands upon her sensitive skin burned a trail of warmth wherever he touched. She groaned, arching her back as it coursed through her, setting her every nerve ending on fire.

Ranma nearly lost control and had to struggle to keep his concentration, his burning lust for her threatening to overwhelm him.

He closed his eyes, desperately trying to pull the raging desire back inside himself. When he felt some measure of his control return he slowly opened his eyes and looked down at her.

Her breathing was labored, her eyes glassy with desire. It nearly undid him all over again. Then she reached up and pulled him to her, her lips searching his, drawing him deeper.

It was his turn to be lost­­­---lost in the sensations she evoked in him--- ones he'd thought were long dead. He let himself go, reveling in them, even if only for a little while.

Once again he lifted her into his arms, lowering her gently to the blanket in front of the hearth, and settling in beside her.

There he began the slow sweet torture of drawing out her desire. Sending wave after wave of pleasure, as the desire he sent out in short bursts matched the strokes he made upon her most sensitive flesh.

Akane couldn't recall how she'd come to be naked beneath him, nor could she remember him removing his clothes, her mind suddenly fled her as all she could do was feel the incredible sensations building within her.

She cried out as the feelings bombarded her. Faster and faster as his hands were suddenly everywhere all at once, his lips kissing her urgently, with a fire that was barely contained.

Then she felt it---that sensation she'd had before---as if he had somehow become a part of her. Even as he filled her physically, driving himself inside of her, she felt him in a more acute sense, as if they had somehow become one. Every sensation he had she felt. Every emotion he had she knew. Every want, every need, every desire---it all came from the same place---him.

She cried out again, not sure if she could bear it. It was so completely overwhelming. The pleasure seemed to come from everywhere all at once. She clung to him then, even as his lips seared her in their intensity, branding her, making her his.

Akane gave herself over to it, knowing she could do nothing else. She let it sweep her away, drowning her in a sea of complete and utter bliss.

It was some time later that Ranma slid the straight razor off the table beside him. Once again he made a long lazy gash across his palm. He drank deeply absorbing the essence that was her, feeling it wash over him like some soothing balm on his aching desire. She filled him, and for a just a moment he felt whole.

Akane awoke from the dream, her breathing still heavy, her body still alive with the sensations he had evoked. She felt dizzy with them. She looked around the room slowly as if searching for him, half expecting him to suddenly appear. She felt a pang of disappointment when she realized she was alone.

Slowly she sat up, trying to clear the fogginess from her mind. The dream had been so real, and this time it had been more than just a feeling. Ranma had been there. He had touched her, kissed her and loved her. She had felt everything he had felt, as if she were a part of him, and he her. It had been like nothing she had ever experienced before in her life. It left her feeling cherished and yet strangely confused.

He had said he would see her in her dreams…

But if he had somehow been the cause of what she'd just experienced… if that is what he truly felt for her… then why had he run? What was it he had he been so afraid of?

She shivered, wrapping her arms around herself as her sweat soaked skin began to cool in the crisp night air. Slowly she wormed her way back under the warm covers, her thoughts pondering the dream and what it all might mean.

She closed her eyes, remembering how it had felt when he had kissed her, touched her, loved her.

It had seemed so real…

As slumber once again began to claim her, she wondered fleetingly if she would ever truly understand what was happening to her.

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I know this was another short one... the next chap should be a bit longer... let me know what ya think!