„GET AWAY FROM ME, YA OLD FREAK!!"

„Ranmaa, get back here! How can you leave an old man hanging like that!"

A naked Ranma-chan jumped through the men's area of the bath house, trying to escape Happosai, who had poured cold water on the boy and nestled himself between Ranma's breasts a few moments ago.

Ranma had looked forward to the bath house as a relaxing experience during his usually so tumultuous life, but of course, nothing was ever as it seemed in his life. When he had overheard Akane and her friends talk about a restful afternoon at the bath house, he immediately decided in the back of his mind that he would go, too. It had been far too long that he had had a good soak, and he enjoyed the bath house especially, because it meant being in the water without his curse being triggered. He hadn't told anyone, though. He knew that nothing was ever normal in his life, and if he made it known that he was going somewhere, at least three other people would come, too. Nabiki would tell Kuno about the pigtailed girl being there, or Shampoo would try something and Mousse would try to fight him. Something was ought to happen, so he just made a mental note and went on about his school day.

When Ranma and Akane went home to collect some of their things, though, Ranma told her that he would be coming as well. Happosai had heard them talk about it, and of course the old lech had to follow them and harass Ranma the whole time.

Much to every guy's amusement, Ranma didn't care to cover up much while trying to run away, giving everyone a good look at everything his female body had to offer.

The old freak was unfortunately very quick in his movements, despite his unimposing height. And so, Ranma's only way of getting rid of him was to either send him flying, or escape. The first one being annoyingly difficult, as the old man had tricks up his sleeve and used any opportunity of closeness to Ranma to fondle and cling to his body.

After having jumped through every corner of the men's area, he decided to use the old man's unquenchable thirst to his advantage.

„Come here, ya old sicko! I'll let you touch me once, if you leave me alone for the rest of the day. Deal?"

It didn't even take a blink of an eye for Happosai to cling to Ranma's butt cheek like a nasty, little, perverted tick.

„Oh Ranma, finally you've opened your heart to your old master…" he muttered as he rubbed his cheek along the red head's skin. Ranma shuddered.

Of course, he knew that the old freak would never stop pestering him. There was no deal to be made, because he couldn't be trusted. So Ranma quickly grabbed him by his little swimsuit and catapulted him into the nearest pool with enough force to crack the floor.

The old man was not to be seen for several seconds. Life-saving moments for Ranma, which he used to escape into the ladies' section of the bath house. He just wanted to stay in there for as long as it took Happosai to wake up from his floor-induced mini-coma. Of course, Happosai would be looking for him immediately, and hopefully he would be kicked out not only of the ladies' area, but the whole bath house altogether. But for that to happen, he had to actually look for Ranma and be noticed. The old lech was clever and his size made him inconspicuous. So he had to be busted as a creeper, and Ranma just being there out in the open wasn't enough.

The redhead looked around, trying to avoid looking at all the naked women around him, he was still a guy in a girls body after all. It never felt weird to be a girl in men's spaces, because he still felt like a man. But it felt weird to be in women's spaces like that, for the exact same reason. He still felt like a creeper, being around naked women who saw him as a girl. He saw the showers and made a run for them. If Happosai wanted to find him, he'd have to go look into the showers and hopefully be caught.

Ranma quickly slipped behind one of the shower curtains, letting out a big sigh.

When he opened his eyes again, he looked at his wide-eyed, blue-haired, very naked fiancee.

„Ra…"

„Shhhh"

Just as Akane was about to scream, Ranma put a hand over Akane's mouth.

„Please, Akane", he whispered.

„Please don't scream. It's not what it looks like, I swear!"

That was when Ranma realized that his hand on Akane's lips was much bigger than before. The hot water in the shower had instantly turned him back to normal, which made the whole situation even worse.

Goddamnit. Of course this had to happen. He blushed furiously. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to turn around, leave immediately, but he'd have to let go of Akane and risk her screaming at him and being found by Happosai. He pressed his eyes shut and continued:

„I'm…. sorry! I had nowhere else to go. Please... I swear. I'll let you go if you promise not to make a sound, okay?"

No answer. He opened one of his eyes slowly, trying to see Akane's expression, but she was still dumbfounded.

"Aka..ne...?"

Eventually, when it clicked, Akane nodded, and Ranma slowly peeled his hand off her face.

„What the hell is going on, Ranma?!" Akane hissed, now covering herself with her hands.

„The old freak wouldn't leave me alone.", he answered, covering his face with his hands.

„And you thought bringing me into your mess was a good idea?!"

„I didn't know you were in here, I swear! I just did the next best thing."

Ranma suddenly became aware of the fact that he, too, was very naked and very male. Quickly, he covered his bits with his hands, muttering a „crap, sorry." and blushing even more.

„Lo-look, let's just wait it out for a couple minutes, please. Okay? He'll think I left and hopefully leave as well. Or best case he'll try to come in here and be kicked out forever. I'll sneak out of here as soon as possible. Noone will know. Please.", he pleaded.

„So he can harass actual women so you can bathe in peace?"

„I'm not responsible for every woman, am I! I keep him away from you as much as I can, isn't that enough?!"

Akane had never realized how much of a hassle Happosai was to Ranma. Sure he pestered Akane as well, but Ranma always got between them so the freak would leave her alone, and end up being turned to a girl and molested by Happosai. The thought of it alone triggered her gag reflex. Akane realized that that was just one of the little-but-not-so-little things Ranma did to protect her. She figured she owed him this.

„Okay.." Akane nodded reluctantly.

„Thank you, Akane."

Ranma let out a relieved sigh and put his hand on Akane's shoulder. Akane tensed up, awfully aware of their predicament. She turned around, her back now towards her fiancé.

An awkward tension began to rise between them. Ranma wasn't sure if he should turn around as well. He was kinda enjoying the view, he admitted to himself. But he was just waiting for Akane to call him every insult under the moon.

„So Akane, when are you gonna tell Ranma?" Yuka's voice could be heard from one of the other showers.

Both Ranma and Akane's heads shot up in unison. Akane had completely forgotten their topic of conversation before her idiot fiancé had surprised her.

„What?", she shouted through the noise of the pouring water.

„Aren't you gonna tell him about your kiss that night?" Right. Just before they'd went into the shower, Akane had told her friends about the night Ranma had gotten drunk. Crap.

Normally, Ranma would not be surprised that girls liked to talk about boys. He wouldn't even be surprised to hear that Akane talked about boys with her friends (and probably called them all perverts and jerks). But this conversation in particular surprised him. They were talking about him. Akane had told them about their kiss. He hadn't expected that.

„I..uhm. I don't know." Akane answered Yuka.

Ranma could see Akane readjust herself in the tiny space she had. She was getting nervous, but why? What else had she told them? Why was she suddenly even more uncomfortable than before? He decided that he would take the pressure off a little and leaned forward to whisper into her ear.

„I know."

„What?"

„About that night.. the ..kiss. I know what happened. I remember."

Akane stood completely still. She could feel the heat rise up to her face, and was incredibly thankful that she had her back turned towards her fiance. She'd suspected Ranma knew what had happened between them that night, but they never mentioned it aside from Akane teasing Ranma about how drunk he'd been.

„Oh..", was all she could answer.

What the hell. So he knew this whole time, and just acted like it was nothing? No intention to talk about it? Did she want to talk about it? She could've just addressed it, but she didn't. And he decides to tell her now? Right here, in a public shower cabin, of all places? A thousand thoughts flew through Akane's mind.

Ranma, on the other hand, found it rather amusing to see his fiancée get flustered. He'd thought Akane knew that he knew about the kiss, and that she just decided not to mention it. Keep things the way they were, because that's all they knew. Or maybe because she hadn't been ready for the kiss, and Ranma's drunk brain hadn't really registered, so she was uncomfortable talking about it. This new knowledge, the fact that she thought she'd keep it from him, but tell her friends about it, just made the whole thing interesting, though.

„And when are you gonna tell him how you feel about him?"

Goddamnit Yuka.

Ranma's face lit up in anticipation. Jackpot. The million dollar question that Ranma had been afraid to ask for so long.

Akane balled her fists and took a sharp breath, eyes closed and mind rattling. This was not happening right now.

Again, she felt her fiance lean forward, his face just centimeters behind hers.

„How do you feel about me, Akaneee?"

Akane could hear his stupid grin in his voice, she didn't even have to look at him. It didn't help that his stupid voice was smooth like stupid butter, either.

The words that Ranma usually found so difficult to even think, let alone speak correctly, came out slick as a whistle the second he got the chance to rile Akane up with them.

„I don't know what you're talking about", Akane answered loudly, addressing both.

„Oh come on, Akane!" Sayuri shouted from farther away.

„Yeah, Come ooon, Akane." Ranma parroted.

This was the best thing to happen to him today. Sure he was playing a dangerous game, teasing Akane like that. He could be slammed into the floor within seconds. But it felt too good. She probably wouldn't admit anything, but just this whole conversation was enough. He cherished every opportunity he could get to pry something genuine out of the usually so hard-headed machogirl. Even though he himself always opted for being stoic when he could just say what he meant or wanted or felt.

„Just tell him that you like him already!"

Ranma's grin grew even wider. The satisfaction that Akane had talked about him with her friends tasted like sweet, sweet victory already. But this? This was priceless.

„Oh, you like me, tomboy?" he poked her in her side, causing her to flinch.

„I never said that!" Akane shouted, again directed at both her friend in the shower a few feet away and her fiancé whose body was dangerously close to hers. Was it the steam or the heat of his body emanating? Or was it her that was burning up from embarassment? She slapped his hand away frantically.

„You don't need to say it. Not to us at least.", Yuka giggled.

„That's right, it's pretty obvious. But you should tell Ranma!", Sayuri added, laughing.

Seeing Akane struggle to keep up the cold exterior always gave Ranma a kick of confidence for some reason. With the words of Akane's friends spurring him on, he decided to fill the space between the two, his chest now directly to his fiancée's back.

„You wanna tell me something?" he murmured into her ear.

He enjoyed this a little too much for Akane's liking, but she couldn't help but shiver at his words. He sounded so arrogant. So stupidly arrogant and confident. Arrogant and stupid and confident and sexy, unfortunately. But he didn't have to know that.

„Come on Akane, what did'ya wanna tell me?", he asked again, his stupid, arrogant, sexy grin audible in his sing-songy words.

„Shut up!", she hissed at him.

„I will if you tell me.", he whispered back softly.

„I'm telling you to shut up!"

Something about their whole relationship had changed. It wasn't foreign, being this close to each other. It didn't feel wrong or unnatural, but growing up so repressed, it did make them nervous still. And so, they were bickering, in a hushed tone, naked, in a public shower, body to body.

They were both very proud, and being vulnerable or giving in to each other meant being weak of some sort.

They wanted the other to do it first. They wanted the reassurance that they were wanted just as much, that their feelings weren't one-sided. And since they both had the same mindset, they were stuck in limbo. They were so used to people professing their undying love to them, that it felt like losing face to be the one confessing. Neither wanted to lower their guard first.

Ranma figured that his drunken brain had already told Akane enough about his feelings. Even though he hadn't even talked about feelings all that much that night, he felt as if the burden of telling Akane had already been lifted from his shoulders. But Akane had been wary of trusting anything that came out of Ranma's mouth that night. He had been out-of-his-mind-drunk after all. And a young man with desires. Desires that any girl could fulfill, really. So she didn't let that night get to her head. But it was on her mind enough that she had to tell Yuka and Sayuri, still.

„Akaneeee, why won't you just admit it?", Yuka shouted.

Ranma chuckled in her ear. Akane could feel his chest hit her back several times.

„That's right Akaneee, just admit iiiit.", he echoed teasingly.

He was mocking her, and he was having fun, making fun of her. Why was she getting goosebumps from it?

Ranma put his chin on Akane's shoulder. Akane turned her head, a soft whimper escaping from her throat. She didn't expect any real display of tenderness, and she was so tense that it caught her off-guard. Well, she barely had any guard at this point. She was trying not to die of embarrassment.

„I…don't", she managed to mutter, "Like him, I mean", she added, barely audible to the other girls.

Ranma knew her long enough to realize that she was lying through her teeth. If Akane was one thing, it was headstrong and confident in her opinions. And right now she was being way too timid. Mousy almost.

He put his lips on her shoulder softly, humming a slow and very sarcastic „Mhhmm". The soft vibration made Akane swallow. He rested his hands on her upper arms.

„What did you say?" Yuka asked again through the pouring water.

„I don't..like…. him…" Akane tried a little louder and a little more earnest.

„Say it again, maybe she'll believe ya.", Ranma taunted, giggling.

„Shut up!"

Smiling, he planted a peck on her shoulder.

Ranma had broken that barrier. No potion, no sake, just him doing what he felt like doing. He wondered why he couldn't act this freely around Akane when she wasn't compromised, when she wanted him to be like this. There'd been moments when she looked into his eyes with so much desire that he felt like he'd faint. It was so much pressure. But this. Teasing her, mocking her, it was so easy. It was familiar, the way they would always bicker and nag. It freed him from the pressure of seriousness. When they fought and mocked and bickered, it was never that serious. They would be back to normal soon. But the close moments, they were different. They felt so serious, so endgame. There was no going back to before, if he gave in to it like that, and that scared him. So he enjoyed this freedom while he had it.

Akane tried to collect herself once more.

„He's arrogant" she said loudly.

„Sorry." Another soft kiss on her shoulder.

„and…stubborn." She was trying not to let him distract her.

„That, too" He put his plush lips on the curve of her neck, sending a tingle all the way down her spine.

„and.. and vulgar!"

„Crap, also true.." A peck just below her ear. Akane's breathing became choppy. Ranma liked the effect he had on her.

„He's far from romantic!", she blurted out, this time a little more keen.

„Sometimes." He raised her arm with his and kissed the back of her hand.

„Or being a gentleman!"

„Sorry" he let go of her hand and gave her a light slap on the butt.

Akane swung around in an instant, only to see her idiot fiance's devilish grin.

„I really am not a gentleman", he chuckled again.

„Yeah, you're a jerk!" Akane glared at him. The audacity he had. Why was she helping him out again? She could just put him on blast right there and then. A guy in the women's section of the bath house. He could have the fate he so wished upon the old freak. Her heart pounded a thousand times per minute, it felt like.

„But he's so strong and protective…", Sayuri interjected dreamily.

„Oh.. she's right." Ranma stood up straight and flexed his arms and chest, looking up in anticipation as if he was waiting for something else.

„and handsome", Yuka added.

He lowered his head to be at eye level with Akane. Those stupid blue eyes.

„Ya hear that?", he winked, removing a strand of wet hair from Akane's face.

„He's an idiot!", Akane countered, her eyes fixed on his.

„Ouch." He furrowed his brows, feigning offense. He squeezed her cheek softly.

„And way too in touch with his feminine side!"

„You love to touch my feminine side."

„Shut up!!" Akane's hand balled up into a fist and hit him right in the stomach. He laughed it off like it was nothing, because it was. All her strength had left her body. Her legs felt weak, too, she now realized.

„Sorry"

With a smirk, he grabbed her hand and looked at it. It reddened from the impact. The tomboy hit harder than the usual girl, even if it was nothing to Ranma. He held her hand up to his lips. Slowly, he began kissing each one of her pink knuckles. Every kiss felt warmer than the one before, and Akane's hand trembled. She'd never seen this side of Ranma before. Half-lidded, tender pecks. When he kissed the last one, she held her breath.

Ranma didn't even think. He just did what he felt like dojng. When he looked at Akane's hand, he felt the urge to kiss it, and so he did. It was so freeing, but only because he was the one in control. Akane liked him, her friends said so. And he was sure that if he hadn't been there, Akane would've admitted to it as well. She was just a stubborn tomboy that can't let go of her pride.

He opened her hand and kissed her palm, only to look back up with her hand still on his lips.

„Anything else, tomboy?"

Akane was mesmerized. Had he always been like this? Had she just not realized until now, or was this an entirely new side of him?

„Shut up.", she repeated mindlessly.

Her hand snaked to the back of his neck, pulling him into a frantic kiss.

Suddenly, there was nothing but the two, in that exact moment. The noise of their surroundings was drowned out by the thumps of their own heartbeats. The water pouring onto their bodies was nothing compared to the current of electricity they felt overcome them the second their lips had touched.

Ranma gladly accepted, immediately returning the kiss and wrapping his arms around his fiancée's back. He wasn't expecting this, truthfully, he didn't know what he was expecting the whole time. Was he expecting anything? Not really, he had been waiting for Happosai, but the world seemed to have stopped outside that shower.

Soon, no space was left between them, as if the air was pressing their bodies against each other like magnets, their lips searching for the other, again and again, until they had to stop and take a breath. The hot steam did nothing to fill their lungs with oxygen, but it didn't matter, because within seconds, their lips joined one another again, melting against each other with years' worth of pent up desire.

Neither of them had expected their first kiss to be like this. Obviously it wasn't the first time their lips had touched. But it was the first time that both, knowingly, did what they were doing. They'd thought it would be clumsier, thag they wouldn't know what to do. But somehow, their bodies just naturally did everything. Akane's fingers raked through Ranma's hair, while his hands tried to pull her even closer than physically possible. Their bodies began to burn up from the inside, heat in and around them, hot air, hot water, hot breath. And somehow, they were looking for more to ignite.

Again, they pulled away to breathe in, and Ranma used that millisecond to kiss Akane's neck, this time with much more fervor and much more tongue than he had just moments before while teasing her. Akane let her head fall back and couldn't help but moan, and God, was she thankful for all the noise the showers made right now.

The warm prickly feeling she had felt in her belly now radiated onto her whole body, something she'd already felt before, but never so intensely. Everything felt heightened, and she wanted to feel Ranma on her skin. She ran her hands over his strong shoulders, taking in how broad he was compared to her, over his hard chest and onto his belly. His skin was smooth, but his body was lean and muscular. His lips against hers again, she let her hands slip to his sides and onto his back, feeling the curves of his muscles as he moved, and the dip of his spine that she so often watched in secret while he was training. Everything about him made her want to feel him even more. It was an almost animalistic urge, drawing out her territory with her hands. Every time Ranma pulled her closer, the urge to feel him became stronger. Eventually, she felt something hard against her thigh.

She'd wanted to touch it ever since the night Ranma had come home drunk, but she'd been too afraid. She'd been afraid of what would happen next, of somebody finding out (she was never really sure whether Nabiki had installed cameras in her room somewhere) and of Ranma sobering up and not remembering a thing. Or worse even, not liking what he remembered.

Right now, however, her hands were all over Ranma, and his hands were all over her. The fact that this was happening alone felt like a fever dream to her, so to hell with it. She might as well let her intrusive thoughts win.

Her curiosity got the best of her, and so she pulled her hips away slightly and slipped her hand between them, only carefully brushing her hand against it first. Ranma let out a hiss followed by deep growl, and that was enough to let her know he liked it. She slowly wrapped her hand around it, taking in how it felt first. Hard, and smooth, like the rest of his body. She knew it was big, it wasn't the first time she'd seen him naked, or hard, for that matter, with the countless times they'd accidently surprised each other in comprimising situations, but it felt so much bigger in her hand. She swirled her finger around the tip of it, feeling the texture. It was so intriguing. She began to move her hand up and down, the way she'd seen boys mimic the movement when making raunchy jokes around one another. The sensation of it took all of Ranma's strength to not make any noise. „Pervert", he whispered in her ear and Akane would've protested if it didn't turn her on even more.

Ranma felt as if he had accidently slipped through a wormhole into another dimension, a fantasy of his perhaps, was he unconscious somewhere? Had Happosai knocked him out entirely and this was just a comatose dream? Akane's hand on his most sensitive parts certainly did feel very real and very fucking amazing, so there's that.

He didn't know how long this would continue, or where this would go - it could be over any second. All he knew right in that moment was that he wanted more. He needed to have more of Akane, more of this intoxicating feeling that was going through his entire body and completely shutting down his brain. He let out a stifled moan into the curve of Akane's neck when she touched a particularly sensitive part and couldn't believe that the seemingly prudish tomboy could be so goddamn shameless and lewd. Not that he was complaining at all, he always thought that when it came to Akane, the phrase „a hit dog will holler" fit particularly well with the way she called everything perverted. But to actually experience it was a different thing, and holy hell, was it good.

Again, he grabbed his fiancee by the waist and pulled her towards him, closer and preferably even closer than that, nothing was actually close enough, and he needed more. Her skin felt so incredibly smooth and soft against his, her petite frame somehow a perfect match for his. Time and time again he would take a moment to look down at Akane, and take in all that was happening. Her cheeks were reddened, her wet hair messy, her chest pink. Her lips looked plush and swollen from all the kissing. When she looked up at him, he had to take a breath everytime. How the hell could she look this cute and shy even with her hand on his goddamn boner?

He dropped his hands down to her behind, relishing in the fact that he could actually do that with a good rub and squeeze, and continued down to the back of her soft thighs, where he stopped to lift her up. Akane let out a mini-scream, surprised by Ranma's sudden change of position, and both held their breath for a second when Sayuri asked if Akane was alright.

„I'm fine, just almost slipped" she lied effortlessly, and Ranma chuckled while repositioning her. „You didn't even blush", he teased, and was met with Akane's lips again, and a muffled „shut up".

Ranma didn't have to be told twice. He took a step forward to press his fiancée against the wall, and the heat between her legs against him just made him go nuts. He pushed Akane a little higher, his face between her breasts, kissing and licking and biting, just taking everything he could. Akane held her hand over her mouth, the sensations overcoming her being absolutely overwhelming. But Ranma had just really begun, he wanted her, now, then and there, whatever he could get, he would take it. He readjusted them to the way they were before, face to face, hip to hip, Akanes legs wrapped tightly around him. He held firmly onto her as he pushed his hips against her, rubbing his entire length against the wetness between her legs, and it felt so fucking good he thought he was going to explode right then. Akane's airless moans just made it even more erotic, her mouth falling open when he pressed against her once more. He picked up a slow rhythm, beginning to wonder what it would feel like if he actually felt Akane's tightness for the first time, when suddenly, he felt nothing.

He opened his eyes, realizing Akane was now towering over him. In the heat of the moment, they had accidentally hit the faucet, and cold water poured down on them.

He didn't even have time to sulk, though, because Akane pulled him in again. He let go of her legs as she was already taller than him in his girl form, but the urge for more continued. Ranma could feel the warmth and tingle Akane must've been feeling the whole time in his lower belly. It was so different to what he felt as a guy, but equally as urgent and consuming. He didn't even have the mental capacity to let any of his previous insecurities about Akane liking his girl form more cloud his mind, why would he, they'd come this far with him as a guy. He didn't bother changing back either, with both of them welcoming the cold water on their overheated bodies. All he cared for in that moment was Akane, Akane, A..

„Akaneeee! Ranmaaaa! Where are youuuuu?"

All hell broke loose as a series of screams pierced through their ears, followed by things being thrown around, and women shouting „Pervert!" and „Creep!" and „Freak!"

Ranma let out the heaviest sigh. Of course the old lech would ruin the moment.

Happosai was back to wreaking havoc and despair and by the sound of it, he was not being caught. It was only a matter of seconds before he found the two, and everyone would know they'd been in there together this whole time.

„I guess I should go before he comes in and sees you naked, too."

„I'd be grateful if you did."

Ranma pressed one last kiss onto Akane's lips before jumping out of the shower.

„Here I am, you old freak! Leave these poor women alone!"

In an instant, Happosai showed up before him.

"There you are! How could you do that to your master?" he said teary-eyed. "Don't you have a heart? For an old man?"

Happosai jumped onto Ranma's chest, only to be elbowed one second later.

"No." Ranma deadpanned. He grabbed the old man and jumped back to men's side.

„I guess I have to thank you, after all, ya old fart", the red-head chuckled.

Hiiii, I'm back!

I haven't felt inspired in a long time, but let's hope I'll write more soon!

I hope you liked this chapter, and if u have have any ideas or wishes let me know! Also, how do we want this to continue? More accidentally-in-a-weird-hot-situation or an actual storyline? I'm kinda down for both. I just love these two 3