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God, he knew Akane was pretty, but right about now she looked so damn sexy.

Ranma's gaze lingered at the way Akane was now filling up the kettle with tap water, her flustered cheeks' blush overlying towards her conspicuous nose as she continued to spew senseless words out of her mouth, although her voice muffled in his ears. She wasn't looking at him, concentrating on the task in hand as she continued talking about that idiot from earlier, riling him up in a way that it shouldn't have. He shouldn't be...jealous? Is this what that was? He wanted her to shut up about him, strip him out of her thoughts, push him as far away as possible from her radius.

His eyes scanned her curvaceous figure, relishing at the way her tight dress wrapped around, easily noticing her sleeve wasn't draped over her shoulder as it should have, slipping down, offering less to the imagination. He found himself concentrating on the very revealing skin of her back, making him wonder if she was as soft and silky as she seemed.

And he knew that this was Akane of all people, understood that she wasn't some girl, but he wanted to touch her so bad. She was only centimeters away and all he needed to do was reach out and pull her towards him.

Ha hadn't allowed himself to think twice at the idea of being so close to Akane, he didn't hesitate to shift towards her as though she was a gravitational pull he could no longer resist against. It wasn't a struggle whatsoever. The young man was now standing behind her, hovering his hands over her upper arms, not quite touching her yet. The way she stiffened made him consider stopping – and maybe he would have if she had said so.

Her scent was glorious, her add on fragrance not helping his case, as her usual aroma already bewitched him effortlessly. Her hands had stopped moving, the half-filled kettle left abandoned along with all the other dishes, and he wished she'd say something, anything really. Even if it was to question his motives, demand that he step away, or else she'd smack him senselessly. But she didn't speak a word, catching the way she hitched her breath in her throat, scrunching her eyes tight shut. He was also scared shitless about stepping over their boundary, knowing there was no going back. But what if he didn't want to go back?

She wanted this, too, right?

His heavy hands went to rest on her shoulders, wincing at the way they tensed, observing how the nape of her neck scrunched in her nervousness. He could feel his hands flaring, each fingertip pressing onto her skin through the sheer sleeves of the dress. Ranma leaned down slowly – allowing her some time to push him away – but when she didn't, he took the liberty to nuzzle at the back of her head, nudging his nose into her hair and inhaling so deeply it was audible.

She gasped softly, his hands trailing down her arm to settle at her elbows as he dragged his face towards the nape of her long neck, lazily skimming her skin with his lips, trying to control the urge of wanting to kiss her frenzy. She was warm, and soft like he knew she'd be.

"Akane," he said to her, taking pleasure in the way her name rolled out his tongue through his gruff voice, finding himself nudging against the spot right behind her ear, his nose continuing to take in scent her profoundly. His palms were now dragging themselves about her body, leisurely over her belly and at the side of her hips, like a child with a treasure map in search of the world's greatest riches.

She smelled delicious, mouthwatering, and God, did he want her.

He gently pressed himself against her, making it known that he was hard for her.

Akane gasped breathlessly at the way he positioned himself behind her, his erection compressed against her ass, indiscreet even through their layers of clothing. He pressed a kiss where her head met her shoulder, smirking nimbly at the way she shivered within his hold.

"R-Ranma," Akane called bashfully, her voice a squeak and embarrassed, quiet as she bit down onto her lower lip when he lightly shoved himself against her. He loved the way she spoke his name, sounding righteous with each syllable, suddenly desperate to hear her say it again. And so, he reached for her earlobe, clasping it tenderly in between his teeth as he strengthened his grip around the young woman when her wobbly stance almost collapsed completely, her throat uttering a light whine. She needed to calm down, take a deep breath and relax.

"It's okay," he smirked knowingly, "I've got you." Now, and forever, if she were to allow him to take care of her like he wanted to.

She nodded slowly, wanting to shake off her nerves to relish at how good his body felt against hers.

"Say my name again, 'Kane," he commanded her through his own strained voice, thrusting his hips against her ass once again, a stifle whimper escaping through her gritted teeth. Oh, God.

And when she didn't obey right away, he shoved himself once more; this time she did moan, trying to quiet herself down, but her mind was turning into mush, her brain a slop of nothing but raging desire of what Ranma offered underneath his pants.

"Say it," Ranma growled, desperate, his voice crisp and clear against her ear, ignoring the way she gasped when his hands began to tug at the hem of her dress until it scrunched up around her belly. His imprint was plenty more perceivable as he was now pressing against only her panties. His large hands roamed about her thighs, wincing from the searing pain provided by the drag of the tip of his fingertips against such sensitive areas.

"Ah," she gasped again, not knowing if her beating heart would give out any moment now, but she submitted and called his name softly, hoarse, "Ranma..."

"Again," he grunted, spreading his scorching palms about her ass a few times before he reached for the swell of her bum and squeezed.

She hitched a breath, "Ranma…"

"F-fuck," Ranma huffed as he softly pressed her down, adjusting her body to lean forward against the counter, and without a coherent thought he pulled out his dick, fully erect and really hurting. He took a moment to admire the pale color on the pattern of her underwear as he pressed himself against her, never considering her to be the type to wear cutesy undergarments to begin with.

She was moaning a lot louder now, giving in completely as she willingly bent further, feeling the way Ranma's hands took a sturdy hold of her hips, his nails digging deep as he gripped her tightly.

Even if he wasn't inside her, she felt herself begin to tingle all around, her toes curling and her eyes rolling, embracing herself unable to stop herself from lifting her own ass.

He was reaching his end, he could feel it, thrusting against her as though he was actually fucking her, "'K-'Kane," he grunted, loudly and desperately. He lowered his head and peppered wet kisses all about her back, smiling against her skin when she moaned softly, jolting her head back in mere pleasure. "I-I don't think, ugh...I can hold it…" he huffed.

Her body shivered at the way Ranma's shove began making her see colors through a hazy vision.

"Fuck, fuck, fuckkkk!"

"Ranma!" She breathed loudly, "Ranma! Ranma!"

The pigtailed wearing man opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling of his bedroom, forgetting momentarily where he was as the persistent voice of his mother made itself be heard through the thin walls of his home. And then he did remember where he was, painfully so. Oh, right. Another dream.

"Ranma, are you awake, dear? Breakfast is ready."

He grumbled annoyingly, blinking a few times as it took him a moment to sit up and wake himself up completely. He knew he needed to respond quickly, or she'd barge into his bedroom as she'd done before, unaware of what privacy is. And, considering his hard circumstance, he decided not to take those chances and announced himself awake. Honestly, not even a cold shower would help, bearing in mind that he's had multiple chances to get rid of it without actually touching it in a sense to stay respectful to his friend, of course; and each time was proving against the 'just-think-about-gross-things' method not being enough.

God, he needed to something about this, and soon.

After showering, Ranma quickly made his way down the hall to greet his mother with a quick peck at her cheek, her warm smile greeting him good morning as she poured him a new cup of hot tea. He'd taken longer than anticipated to get to the breakfast table and the first cup had gone cold, she almost went personally and knocked at his door. He let himself fall at the seat next to his father, his Pops reading a newspaper as though he were genuinely interested as to what it had to say, prompting him with a bemusing smile.

His morning's routine usually consisted of such; he'd wake up to his mother's cooking, get ready with a packed lunch, and make his way to work. He had considered moving out before, but then it didn't happen because of one thing or another, and decided the right time would come when it did. Either way, he was hardly ever home, and Akane was quite generous when it came to letting him borrow her space, or as he's done before, make himself at home.

Akane had moved into the city to shorten her commute from school to work to home, and then all over again the next day. He didn't have such needs; he was a personal trainer, not giving him a pinpoint in which part of the city to live in, considering he'd have to travel all around for his day job. Sometimes it was easier to spend the night at Akane's because a client lived closer to her than home. From time to time, he'd pick up a few part-time hours at a nearby bar, a quick walk from home, for quick cash as they would tend to pay that same night he worked.

Although, as time went on, he found himself making his way to Akane's place after work and other affairs, opposed to his parents'. Sometimes he considered asking her if he could move in, help around with rent and other utilities; he knew she needed the help, whether her prideful-self wanted to admit it or not.

But now, thinking about sharing such a compact space with her made him sweat bullets, and he was mentally slapping himself to concentrate on anything but her. He could only imagine what that would do to his sanity had he to endure accidentally seeing her when she was slipping out of the shower, or changing, considering it was a one-bedroom apartment. No, no, no. No.

His morning training sessions had flown by, his last one for the day being the shortest yet; his client was a feisty six-year-old boy, and his attention span couldn't sustain more than forty-five minutes. The boy had an actual dojo he attended during the week, and his mother had come crossed paths with Ranma at the gym, watching him train another client, approaching him with the offer to simply spar with her child for fun. Money is money, he thought.

"You're a fucking loser," Ryoga ridiculed, rolling his eyes at the seemingly deflated man standing next to him as they waited for the takeout they'd recently ordered. His hands were shoved into the deep pockets of his jeans, wanting to feel bad for his friend, but after the stunt he had pulled last week, he had been left on read with straight-to-voicemail phone calls by his failed date. Ranma had just disappeared, running after Akane, leaving him with the awkward load as to what would happen with his date's friend. Eventually, both ladies left and Ryoga had no choice but to sulk all the way home, as he didn't want to stay alone at the club.

Ryoga, upset and annoyed, ignored all Ranma's calls and considered momentarily blocking him, but Ranma's didn't call him enough to help make a statement. And so, eventually he accepted Ranma's apology dinner at his favorite steakhouse just by his place. And now, he was buying lunch.

"And why is that?" Ranma inquired, cocking an eyebrow as he glanced at his bandana-wearing friend watch him with ease, and it annoyed him to see him so nonchalant.

"You obviously have feelings for this girl, and for some unknown reason you're using all the excuses in the book to not take her on a date and romance her."

"Romance her? How many chick flicks are ya' watching?"

Ryoga scoffed, as he often did when he was in the presence of Ranma, "You're having dreams about her, aren't ya'?"

Ranma noticeably blushed, having to look away momentarily as he hadn't told his friend in what context he was dreaming Akane in. He hadn't meant to tell him that he was dreaming about her, but when he asked how she was doing it sorta slipped out as he admitted to not having seen her since that night. She had made him a cup of coffee, he gulped the scorching drink, and excused himself before he could even say or do anything he could eventually regret. He came to realize he was seeing less of her nowadays, and realized these were his choices. He decided she needed space last time, and now he felt too embarrassed to see her again after what he did.

God, he felt stupid just thinking about it. Replaying the night, remembering what he'd said to Akane, as though she were a middle school student being deprived of a boy-girl dance.

Are you saying I'm not allowed to meet boys? she had asked. Of course not, he had thought.

"What about it?" He posed the question, waiting for Ryoga to elaborate because maybe he knew something he didn't.

"Well, you're obviously thinking about her more than usual."

"That's for sure," he found himself murmuring under his breath, drifting back into his mindful thinking he had missed when they had called his number to pick up his order. He wanted to see her again, as he came to the very evident reasoning that he missed her. Had she noticed his absence? And if she did, she wasn't making any remarks about it, considering she was really good at that.

"And you're taking her sushi," Ryoga smiled innocently enough. Ranma furrowed his eyebrows as his flustered face simply redden, not understanding his reasoning. He'd usually buy her lunch once a week, or every other week, and they'd enjoy a meal for the entirety of her short break. He hadn't bought her lunch in a while, and although he was with Ryoga, he found the urge to want to see her again a lot stronger than going another day without.

He had texted her that morning, asking if she was busy, and of course she was at work, which he knew. He could feel her sarcasm seep through the screen, the enhancing emojis only helping her message get across. And then he offered to buy her lunch, and she quickly replied with sushi emojis, and just one pink heart. He hitched his breath in, and before he could stop himself, he was buying her more than she could probably finish in one sitting.

When they arrived at Akane's place of work, she smiled brightly at spotting him right away. Her toothy grin roped him like a lasso, and brought him to her just as easy, finding himself nervous. Still, he raised a hand at her, waving small as he waited for her. She was talking to another young woman, similar in age he guessed, as she took off her receptionist's headset and handed it to her with a slight bow before walking away and making her way to him.

There was a jaunty bounce to her walk, her cheeks pink and round as she waved at both men cheerfully. "I am starving," she beamed.

Ranma smirked, darting an eyebrow way high as he remarked, "When aren't ya'?"

Her face soured on demand, darting her tongue out before looking over at Ryoga as she asked, "How do you tolerate this man?"

Ryoga simply shrugged his shoulders with a timorous laugh of his own, his eyes quickly glancing over at the pigtail wearing man she was talking about chuckle quietly. He watched her delicately, Ryoga noticed. Ranma's eyebrows narrowed softly, and the grin he was wearing didn't falter whatsoever as he handed her the brown paper bags containing her portion for her to inspect.

There was no doubt she was beautiful, he recognized. He had had his own short-lived crush on the young woman when he first met her many years ago. He had asked her out once, flustered at the way Ranma had laughed at his face when he asked him if it was alright by him (not that he needed his permission, but simply considered it noble and respectful on his part). After the unnecessary approval from Ranma, Akane had rejected him gently and expressed that she wasn't looking for a relationship as her full concentration would be dedicated simply to her studies. And nothing came after that, and he understood nothing ever would.

Their time together was brief, as Ranma had mentioned her break wouldn't be too long, but the young maiden ate most of her sushi and drank the cold canned tea Ranma had bought for her. She thanked him with a cheeky grin and excused herself before she returned to her previous post, waving goodbye as both men walk out of the establishment.

And once again, Ryoga noticed the way Ranma lingered momentarily as he watched her get back to work, shooing him away from afar.

"Oh-ho-ho-ho," Ryoga boastful laughter caught Ranma off guard, startling him slightly as he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his pants, watching him strangely as he exclaimed, "you've got it bad!"

"Got what?"

"Your fever."

Ranma watched him unamused, waiting for him to elaborate.

"The fever's that making your lovesick."

"Oh, will you shut up."

"You need to do something, and quick! You can't bottle this up!"

Ranma's flushed face glanced over at Akane, hoping to God she was too far away to have heard anything his dope of a friend had said. With an exasperated sigh, and before anything else was said, he was dragging the other friend out.

"Akane," the young woman heard her coworker call, her voice soft and pleasant as always, and she smiled widely as she glanced over at her while taking the headset from her hands with a polite 'thank you' under her breath.

"Yes, Akari?"

"Was that your boyfriend?"

Akane's automatic reaction had been to laugh nervously aloud, shaking her toothy grin away before she eyed her coworker momentarily, as if pondering her answer before she replied with, "N-no, not at all!"

"Are you sure?"

Akane visibly relaxed trying to remain composed as she began adjusting the headset atop her head, smiling quite timidly before nodding gently, "Yes, I'm sure. They're both just friends."

"T-then" Akari cleared her voice, just as shy as she looked down at her twiddling thumbs, "I'd be interested in asking one of them on a date, i-if that'll be alright with you."

Akane blinked a few times, tilting her head to the side and then straightening it back up, as if trying to find something in her brain and rattling it might shake it out. "Oh, o-okay," was all she managed to muster out, scrunching her eyes shut as she took a deep breath. And then she asked, visibly confused, "really?"

Her coworker nodded eagerly, watching her push the singular pink locks against each temple behind her ears, her apple cheeks blushing brightly and Akane took in her features for the first time since meeting her a while back. She was a very beautiful young girl, younger than her but not by a lot, just a few years. Of course, she'd find Ranma handsome, and would be interested in asking him out. And she hadn't lied, she wasn't dating Ranma at all. But still, she felt the forceful tug at the pit of her stomach in knowing that someone so kind and pretty was interested in Ranma, even if this wasn't new. If it wasn't Akari, it'd be anyone else, really.

"W-would you mind giving him my number?"

Akane's mouth felt parched, and her hands clammy, hating herself as she smiled warily, unsure as if to say yes or no. She could give Ranma her number, but that didn't mean he'd call, right? And what reason, or rather excuse, did she have for telling her no?

"S-sure."

The young woman's smile broadened, taking the liberty to reach for Akane's hands to bring to her chest as she thanked her timidly.

i was meant to post this one yesterday, but got caught up in some other things, but i also didn't want to wait until next sunday, so i'm hoping monday works too :)

this one was on the shorter side, but i'm hoping still enjoyable? let me know? eh, eh? would full smut be something ya'll would be interested in...or? i really wanna know just to know how to steer this lol pls let me know if ya'll are still interested in this fic but if not that's cool too

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