„Come on, let's go to bed, Ranma.", Akane said quietly, taking her fiancé's hand and trying to pull him out of the family room.
„Woah, woah, slow down there... I didn't know ya were so keen on goin' to bed with me .. hehe." Ranma smirked at the blue haired girl.
„I'm not.", she said with a hard look on her face and a rosy blush around her nose. „You're sleeping on the floor, oh, and before I forget...", Akane took her glass of water that was sitting on the table and poured it on the pigtailed boy, who was now a pigtailed girl. „I don't want to raise any suspicions."
Ranma crossed his arms in front of his -now very feminine- chest and pouted like a little child.
„I'm not goin' anywhere like this!", Ranma-chan said, gesturing at her own body.
„Why not?"
„Cuz it's not fair! I thought you liked me as a guy!"
„Ranma, if our fathers see..."
„Ion' care. I'm not goin' anywhere."
„Would you rather I leave you here, alone?"
Ranma thought for a while, her expressions changing from sulking, to thoughtful, to a smirk.
„Ok but...", Ranma began, closing the gap between her and Akane and throwing her arms around Akane's shoulders, „If I gotta be a girl, I'm sleepin' in yer bed!"
Akane's cheeks turned rosy once again.
„N.. no Ranma. You said you'd sleep on the floor."
„As a guy."
„B- but.."
„In yer bed as a girl or on the floor as a guy. It's yer decision, busty.", the redhead said sternly.
Not sure if I prefer this one over 'tomboy', Akane remarked in her head.
The blue haired girl thought for a moment. It was generally safer to let Ranma sleep in her bed as a girl, so as to not cause any suspicion with her family. However, after what happened that day with Shampoo's potion, she felt rather uncomfortable having Ranma's girl side so close to her. She had tried to bury those memories deep in her mind, telling herself it wasn't her who did all those things, but the potion. She had also felt somewhat used by Ranma, but quickly dismissed that feeling, because she could've attacked him had he not cooperated. Still, a drunk Ranma-chan in her bed made her feel queasy.
„Fine."
Akane went into the kitchen for some hot water, came back with a kettle and poured it on her fiancé, turning him back into a boy.
„Go upstairs, I'll get you a futon. And try to be quiet." The drunk boy smiled triumphantly.
„Thank youuuu, Akaneeee."
Ranma squeezed his fiancée in a tight embrace and hurried upstairs. Akane, meanwhile, went into the hallway, searching for a guest futon and pillow. She quickly gathered everything she needed, tidied the family room and made her way upstairs. In her room, she saw Ranma in his usual tank top and boxershorts, splayed out on her bed.
„And what do you think you're doing?"
„Woah Akane...when I close my eyeeeezz...I see all sorta lights 'n patterns. They're moving! That's so...cool..." His mouth agape, he lay there, closing and opening his eyes.
Akane laid out the futon and tugged Ranma's arm.
„Come on, get onto the futon. You gotta sleep. Your mind is all woozy."
Ranma sat up on his elbows, but stopped abruptly, looking at his fiancée with wide eyes. „Hey, hold on, Akane!"
„Huh..?"
„What's another word for fake crap?"
„Wha-..?"
„Sham...poo... pffffttt chhhrrrr", Ranma almost choked, trying to hold back his laughter, letting his head fall back into the pillow, until he burst out uncontrollably.
„Hahahaha, ya get it? SHAM...POO! Hahahahaha"
Akane couldn't hold back any longer, and joined his laughing fit, but only because she found it hilarious how uninhibited Ranma was. She also found it quite amusing that he would make fun of Shampoo for once, instead of herself.
„You're an idiot."
„I'm a geeeeenius. I -hyuck- should drink more often."
„Alright, enough jokes. Get onto the futon."
„Oh come onnnnn, Akane-chan!" He grabbed Akane's arm and swiftly pulled her towards him. He slid his arms around her waist, moved and readjusted himself a little so she was lying right on top of him, face buried in his chest.
„Yer such a killjoy. Relaaaxxxx."
„I'm trying to but you won't listen!" Akane muffled into his tanktop.
„Shhhh... can ya shut up for once. I'm tryin' ta enjoy this."
Akane pressed herself up so she could speak freely. As she did so, her cheek brushed Ranma's chin lightly. She took a long look at her fiancé, whose eyes were fluttering, slowly opening, his grip around her waist tightening the more they did.
„Ranma, you can't slee-"
„I said relax, dummy. I'ma go to my futon in a minute. Don't worry I'm not gonna force my way with ya like you did to me, perv girl."
„Hey!", Akane protested, throwing her fist on his chest way too lightly with the little room she had to move.
„Don't worry. I liked it.. hehe. I meaannnn... I'd return the favor, but.."
„Enough!" Akane exclaimed, as loudly as she could considering they had to be quiet, burying her head in the boy's chest again. Ranma chuckled lightly, an evil smile lingering on his face. The atmosphere in the room shifted in an instant, from playful to dangerously intense, dripping with suspense.
„I'd go a different route thouuugh...", he whispered, his right hand slithering its way down Akane's back, around the sides of her hips and to the back of her thigh again.
Akane froze. She remembered Ranma's hand between her thighs in Ryugenzawa, how she didn't want to move at first, and feared that this time she might not want to at all, her mind still fuzzy and her blood flowing hot and molten from the kiss they had shared before.
„What? No protesting, lil prude?" Ranma said, as he moved his fingertips up and down Akane's thigh. Akane didn't speak, she couldn't, her mind focused on not letting herself go.
„Heh, who am I kiddin'... we both know yer not a prude at all.", he spoke into her ear, as he rose up quickly, and switched sides with Akane. She was below him, her dress rolled up, one hand by her lips and the other on her chest, she looked up at Ranma an uncertain expression in her eyes.
Her cheeks felt like they were on fire, heart thumping strongly against her ribs. Even after everything that had happened between them, she still wasn't used to Ranma being so straightforward and flirty with her. In Ryugenzawa he was barely able to hold her hand, and what had happened in the hot spring was only because she had challenged him. The whole ordeal with Akane having a go at him in his female form was due to Shampoo, and Ranma had only cooperated because he was scared she'd attack him...right?
Ranma smiled, bowed down and gave Akane a kiss on the hand that was covering her lips, and continued with soft pecks along her jaw, towards her ear. „Tell me to stop." he whispered, further planting feathery kisses down her neck. The sensation made Akane's mind go blank. Her breathing became flat and rapid, a gasp escaping her throat when Ranma's velvety lips reached the curve of her neck. Ranma inhaled deeply, completely enveloped in Akane's scent that lingered all over the bed, her pillow, her clothes, her hair.
He returned to Akane's collarbone, his lips in a never ending quest to find yet another spot of soft silky skin they hadn't yet touched. Akane shuddered, goosebumps forming all over her chest and shoulders, and her clothes suddenly seemed very restraining and very, very hot.
Ranma, without a doubt, enjoyed this little game, and he especially liked knowing that Akane couldn't resist him. Time and time again he'd whisper that she tell him to stop, to wait, to go away, but her squirming and whimpering, unable, or rather, unwilling to say the words, made him the more eager to continue. Never would he do so if he saw only as much as a hint of aversion or fear in his fiancée's eyes, even in his current unstable state of mind, he wanted her to want him. He wanted this usually so fierce and feisty tomboy to be tamed, to melt under his touch. He enjoyed the fighting, the bickering and altercations, he enjoyed her uncontrollable temper, albeit often to his own demise. He loved that she wasn't all over him all the time, even though at times he had wished she was more charming and amiable, not because he thought she really was uncute, but because he wanted to be sure of her feelings towards him. But after what had happened to them so far, he was pretty certain that she must be at least attracted to him, even if she didn't feel the same way he did. He wanted to make her feel it, to pry it out of her, and he loved that she was a battle, because his martial artist soul wanted to win it. And his drunken brain was perfect to lift his inhibitions and indulge in the game without fear, or rather, embarrassment in Ranma's case.
He grabbed both of Akane's wrists and held her hands down by each side of her head.He looked at the girl below him, big doe eyes looking back at him sheepishly, her pale skin warmed up by a scarlet glow around her cheeks.
„Aren't ya gonna do something, tomboy?"
Akane wanted to slap the arrogance out of her fiancé, but she could barely move. This was a problem, because the young girl didn't know how to express her feelings with words, and thus always resorted to punching or making use of her beloved mallet. But now she was forced to speak, to either tell Ranma to stop and have him actually stop, which she didn't really want if she was being honest. Or she would have to swallow her pride, tell him that she liked it and inflate his enormous ego even more. But then again, he was drunk, so he probably wouldn't remember it.
She decided to provoke him.
„You're all talk and no action anyway, I have nothing to worry about."
„Heh...we'll see about that."
Ranma quickly let go of Akane's hands, lifted himself off of her and sat up at the end of the bed. Akane couldn't figure out what his smile meant, cheeky but also excited. He looked at his fiancée for a few seconds, eyeing her from top to bottom. Her legs were slightly spread, as he had been lying on top of her and had made room for himself between her legs. Her dress was pushed up to her thighs, the first to buttons on her blouse hanging open.
He gripped the fabric of the dress and pulled it up quickly.
„What are y-"
„Itadakimasuuuuu~", the boy chirped, eagerly pressing his lips against the thin fabric covering Akane's most private parts.
„Eek!" Out of shock, but mostly out of reflex, Akane pressed her thighs together, trying to push Ranma away. She failed, however, and the pigtailed boy continued to kiss Akane's mound. A light moan escaped her and she let her head fall back, still trying to push him away. She knew she had no chance, especially when Ranma was in his male form and determined to do something. So she had only one option to actually make him let go of her. She had to tell him.
„Ranma...stop! Please!"
The boy stopped instantly. Shyly, he looked up from between her legs.
„Ya sure..?", he asked somewhat incredulously.
„Yes. I don't want to do this..."
He pushed himself off oh his fiancée and got off the bed, a little disappointed. A small wave of insecurity hit him, but it washed away instantly when Akane continued to speak: „Not like this.. not if you won't remember."
A few seconds passed, and they both just stayed there, not moving.
„Ya should put on yer pajamas."
Akane, still unsure if she had made the right decision, looked at the ceiling above her.
„Don't worry, I won't look." Ranma continued, as he got into the futon and took his pillow to cover his face. He waited for a response, but to no avail. „I mean, unless ya let me.", he added, lifting the pillow on one side of his face so he could look at the girl.
She couldn't say a word.
„Heeheee... Akaneeee... the one time I actually want to eat something you offer me..-"
Akane shot up from her bed, and pressed her fist onto Ranma's face, which, lucky for him, was still cushioned by the pillow.
„Shut up, you jerk!", she couldn't help it but grin at his words. The drunk boy chuckled.
„I'm gonna change now. You better keep that pillow on your face."
„Or else?", the boy muffled into his pillow.
„Or else you'll fly out this window."
„Worth it...hehe"
Akane hopped over her fiancé's body and opened her wardrobe. Something in the back of her mind hoped that Ranma would try to peek, or maybe even interrupt her, pull her down, undress her completely... she jumped slightly when she caught herself.
She quickly took the closest night dress out of her closet and hopped over Ranma again, making sure the pillow was still on his face.
The blue haired girl sat down on her bed, and began to pull down the straps of her yellow dress. She peeked at Ranma, and unbuttoned her blouse. She slid it off her shoulders quickly and threw it over her chair. She slowly got up, her eyes locked on the pillow on her fiancé's face, and peeled herself out of her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it with one foot, followed by the other, but was cut short because it got stuck in one of the straps. Clumsy as ever, she lost her balance, and promptly fell over the drunk boy crosswise.
„Huh?" Ranma removed the pillow from his eyes.
„A..Akane?"
The girl slowly lifted herself off the floor, scratching her chin with the right hand and supporting herself with the left.
„Ouch.." she mumbled.
„Uhhhh Akaneeee, what are ya doin'?"
„S..sorry Ranma, I was changing and stumbled and then I fell-"
"Suuuuree...hehe...and what's yer hand doing there?", the pigtailed boy pointed down.
Akane looked down at her hand, which was dangerously close to Ranma's crotch. She could feel the fabric of his boxers pull under her palm as the space in them grew tighter with Ranma's growing manhood. She looked at him in disbelief.
„Hey! Can't blame me! Yer the one who's fondling me, wearing close to nothin'! If ya want me, Akaneee, jusss say it! Ain't no shame in bein' honest.. hehe."
She took the pillow and threw it in his face.
„Why can't you just sleep!"
„Ask the guy down there.", her fiancé grumbled into his pillow.
Akane looked at the tent in his boxers. She felt intrigued to touch it, feel the hardness and see how Ranma would react to the touch...but she quickly shook the thought out of her mind and got up.
She realized her throat was parched and her whole body was overheating. Pulling the night dress over her head, she decided to go to the kitchen to drink something, opened the door and made her way downstairs.
When she came back into her room, her mind calmer and her body cooled down, she heard her fiancé snore soundly on his futon, the pillow still on his face. A smile brushed over her face as she took the pillow and put it underneath his head. She lay down in bed and let the evening pass in review. She was glad that she'd gotten to see this side of Ranma - affectionate, silly, fancying her - but she was equally glad that most of it would escape his mind by the time he woke up. She'd be damned if her usual arrogant, egomaniac fiancé had the advantage of teasing her with what had happened between them, or even worse: twist it around and say she took advantage of him and make her out to be a pervert. I'd kill him, she thought, slowly descending into a tranquil slumber.
Ranma woke up, feeling as if somebody had pierced a knife through his eye socket. Everything hurt, even blinking, letting the light hit is eyeballs felt as if needles were being stabbed into the back of his brain. His body felt heavy unlike ever before, and for a moment he thought he must've lost one of the hardest fights of his life. His eyelids fluttered for several minutes, only slowly adjusting to the brightness. With a pained grimace, he finally forced them to open. He wasn't sure where he was. He was inside, so maybe somebody had taken him to Dr. Tofu? He groaned, lifting his arm to his forehead, and turned to the side.
„Ah..!", was all he could say when he realized that his fiancée was next to him, sleeping innocently in her bed. He swallowed and tried to remember what had happened. He'd been to Hiroshi's. They'd drunk. That's what he was sure of. Everything else was smudged in his mind. He decided that he needed to drink something, maybe also eat a bit if he could stomach it. His insides felt gooey, but he knew that his body needed some nutrients so he could regain some strength and maybe sweat out the last traces of alcohol in the dojo.
He sat up dizzily, and pulled the blanket off his body. Promptly, he fell back onto the floor, completely stunned by his own raging boner.
He'd woken up with morning wood enough times to not be surprised by it, but somehow, this was different. He was in his fiancée's room, next to her, his fiancée who misunderstood everything he did or said and took every opportunity she could to call him a perverted freak. And now he had the worst (or best?) boner of his life.
Shit shit shit shit shit shit, was all he could think when he heard Akane move in her bed.
With a small groan she opened her eyes.
She looked at her fiancé, who was sitting on the floor, and smiled brightly. „Good morning, Ranma"
Something in his nether regions twitched when he saw her smile. He had covered himself with the blanket when he realized she was waking up.
„Uh..mornin'"
„How do you feel? You were pretty drunk last night."
„I'm.." Horny, he thought, horny as hell. „I think I have a hangover. My whole body hurts."
Akane giggled.
„Doesn't surprise me. You were plastered."
„Why did I sleep in your room?"
The question made Akane blush. „You insisted on it. I was a bit worried that you might do something stupid, or Happosai might molest you while you were unconscious", she half-lied.
„Oh.. thanks, I guess."
Something told him she wasn't telling the whole truth. Snippets flashed before his eyes, him coming home and falling onto the floor in the living room. Stars and patterns as he lay in bed. Bed? Strawberries. Hiroshi and Daisuke laughing. Akane lying on top of him. In her underwear? Again he felt a twitch in his boxers. He cleared his throat, his face red as a beet.
„Let's go downstairs. Breakfast is probably ready."
„Uh...yeah. Why don't you go ahead. I... don't think I can move. I'm still a little shaky."
„Oh come on! You mean to tell me the great Ranma Saotome can't withstand a little sake?" Akane said, getting up. „Come, I'll help you.", she continued, pulling the blanket off of him.
„Oh...", was all she could produce at the sight.
Ranma prepared to be elbowed into the core of the earth.
„Akane, sorry, I... it's not what it loo-"
To his surprise, Akane just turned around, her feet suddenly incredibly interesting.
„I'll leave you alone.", she said, barely audible, and left the room.
Ranma, taken aback, was frozen in place for several minutes. He decided to skip breakfast, and take a cold shower instead. It would help him with more than just his hangover. He also didn't want to subject himself to the family, especially his father and Mr. Tendo, who were probably already planning the wedding, now that he had slept in Akane's room. He hoped that Nabiki hadn't installed some hidden camera in Akane's room, or else the whole school would be talking about them on Monday.
Ranma was going through his last kata when Akane entered the dojo.
The cold shower had woken him up quite well, and Kasumi had brought him a few sandwiches and some tea upstairs, understanding that he was still cranky and not in the mood to face the others. Akane had told them briefly about what had happened, and they had all laughed at his expense. She had also managed to convince her fathers that they had no reason to plan a wedding, and that she had only let him be in his male form to keep Happosai away.
He had gone for a walk around noon, taken in some fresh air and eaten lunch at Ucchan's. He even stopped by at Dr. Tofu's, who had given him some painkillers for the headache. Now he had been training at the dojo for more than two hours, as if to punch and kick out the images that flickered in his mind, interrupting his meditation earlier. It was fruitless, but the work out made him feel much better physically.
„Mind if I join you?"
Actually, he did mind, because he wanted to be alone and figure out the puzzle in his head. He was way too embarrassed to just ask Akane what had happened, and he was sure she wouldn't tell him the whole thing. Still, he didn't object.
„Sure. I'm almost done anyway."
Akane stepped into the dojo, her eyes locked on her fiancé's movements. Even now, his movements were elegant and to the point. She watched him in awe, and when he glanced at her, she blushed.
„Is that what'cha call training? No wonder you're such a klutz.", he made fun of her. Truth was, he didn't know how to act in front of Akane right now, so he resorted to insulting her, and hoped she would just attack him as per usual. That way, at least, they could continue as they always did.
But Akane didn't react the way he'd wanted her to. Instead, she just grinned, let her gaze glide over his body one more time, and began warming up on her own. Ranma was glad he was already dripping from his work out, otherwise he would've broken out in a sweat in that instant.
He peeked over at Akane, shyly, secretly watching her move her delicate yet shockingly strong hands. An image of him kissing her hand popped up in his mind. He looked down, feeling caught, but was immediately intrigued to look at her again. He noticed her collarbone, peeking out from between the lapels of her gi. He remembered a soft moan, and gulped, realizing that it had been Akane's.
The blue haired girl, concentrated on her own work out, didn't notice her fiancé looking at her. She turned around into a semi squat, and Ranma couldn't help but stare brazenly at her behind.
He caught sight of Akane's panty lines pressing against the fabric of her gi, and his eyes widened double their size, his throat suddenly dry, he let his arms fall.
Akane turned around at the strange sound and saw her fiancé, completely aghast, gawping at her.
„What the hell are you doing?"
Ranma coughed, his cheeks burning like fire, as he tried to build up his facade. „Nothin'. Just shocked at how bad you are. Clumsy as ever, tomboy."
Again, Akane grinned, and Ranma's facade cracked.
„Right. It looked more like you were ogling me. Stupid pervert."
„Why would I wanna stare at a machogirl with zero feminine grace?!"
„I don't know, why would you? Unless you were a sex-changing perv who stares at everything that moves!"
„I'm the pervert? Why don't'cha take a look at yerself! Who let a guy sleep in her room last night?! What did'ya wanna do? Take advantage of me again?"
Akane took a brick she was propping up and threw it in Ranma's direction.
„Shut up, you idiot! I was trying to be nice!"
„Yeah right! Real nice! You're even worse than Shampoo!"
This made Akane snap. She pulled out her mallet out of nowhere and chased after her fiancé, who dodged her with no effort.
„Come and take a beating like a man!"
„Huh? First you use me and now ya wanna beat me?" he teased, hopping away from her slams.
„You don't even know what you're saying! You were blacked out drunk, you idiot!", Akane shouted, completely out of breath. She paused for a moment.
Ranma looked at his panting fiancé curiously, then smugly. He'd managed to get them back to normal, but he wasn't finished yet. A smirk now formed on his own lips.
„Ya know Akane... for someone with such gorilla strength... it's really unusual to wear a dress... and especially cute strawberry panties."
„DIE RANMA!"
Hey friends! Since some of you asked, and I loved writing drunk Ranma, here's part two!
As always, please feel free to like and review, if you have any ideas or critique, shoot!
Enjoy xxx