-AN-

I should be working on one of my other stories right now, but I just couldn't focus. So I rocked this out instead. Here's a look on how Ranma and Akane got started. Lemon at the end, beginning is a fluff piece.

-Story Start-

Ranma could honestly say within the last week since their father's latest failure to marry them off, that things between Akane and him had probably never been worse. Tonight was another showing of that, the teen working through a kata in the dojo while doing his best to ignore anything and everything of the outside world. Someone had mentioned that Ranma hadn't been fighting as much lately and that maybe he was getting soft. Ranma had quipped back saying that just about everyone knew by now he wasn't going to play games anymore. Akane of course, not willing to stay out of a conversation or miss the opportunity to rib Ranma, made a comment that maybe Ranma would stop picking on everyone else for a change especially Ryoga. Already upset that still to this day Akane hadn't figured out Ryoga was P-chan, Ranma had got up to leave. He had promised Kasumi that he would do his best not to antagonize Akane, but it seemed like it was a losing battle all of the time. Even when he was nice or like now, even when the conversation had nothing to do with her, she still felt like saying something about him.

So here he was, working out his anger and frustration through a rather vicious kata on invisible opponents.

Having been met with the disapproving stares of her older sisters, Akane had finally relented and said she would go and apologize to the apparently sensitive jock. It wasn't her fault nothing had changed in the last month since the wedding. The idiot hadn't changed at all, still picking on poor Ryoga, flirting with his floozies, and insulting her figure or her cooking. Just when she thought they could actually be together as well. But no. That wasn't possible. He just didn't care. Not like she did. Alone she could admit that she had feelings for the boy, had for a long time. But everything about him was just so aggravating. If he could just let go of his ego for once. Or maybe. Here she paused and actually did some quiet reflection as she stood before the dojo door. Maybe if she could let go of her own ego too. They could work things out. Knowing that would never happen she opened the door and walked inside. Closing the door behind her and hoping they weren't to loud in here as everyone else was gearing up for bed, she watched the boy bounce from one end of the dojo to the other.

Akane could admit that indeed Ranma was very talented when it came to martial arts. He was easily the best of anyone she knew, even including older martial artist. That however led to arrogance, a cocky attitude that just set her on edge. He had turned her whole world upside down. And for what? He didn't know anything about being a normal person in society. Fighting was all he knew thanks to his father. Even after a year and a half of being here, that fact hadn't changed. Sighing loudly, she figured she could try cutting him some slack. One day. Eventually.

Ranma heard her sigh and wound down from his workout. He wanted to get more in, blow off a little more steam, but it seemed the resident princess needed her ego stroked. Finally coming to a stop and taking a steadying breath, Ranma turned to face the girl. "What's up Akane?" Tone not exactly cold, but not friendly either, the teen would prefer to get back to his workout.

Akane noticed the tone change herself, "I uh. I want to apologize for earlier. I shouldn't have said that. Most of the fights you get into aren't started by you these days." Honestly, all of the fights lately have had nothing to do with him. Ryoga, Kuno, Mousse, and Taro always seemed to show up just to make Ranma's day a little more shitty. While the various fiancees, official or self proclaimed, somehow always ended up with him in the middle of it. "I'm sorry, for butting in."

Ranma shrugged, "No biggy, it's normal by now." He was already turning to go back to his workout.

"Normal?" Had it become so routine? Had she become so predictable to him that he knew she would berate or nag him at the drop of a hat? That couldn't stand. "How is this normal?"

Ranma again shrugged as he worked through a proper cooldown set so he could talk, "It's the same thing with you. Someone puts me down, you agree, no one calls you on it. It's. Tiring." It was really. He had told her, though maybe not to her face, that he loved her a month ago. But then their fathers had tried to marry them off right away. That had been a disaster.

"Maybe if you weren't such a jerk half the time no one would put you down." Why was she angry? As she walked up to him to interrupt him, she couldn't let this go.

"That's it there. I'm not agreeing with your view and I'm the jerk. Why? What have I done now that's so wrong?" He was being honest here too. He hadn't been doing anything besides working out. There was no reason she should be mad.

"Maybe your view is wrong. Maybe if you just said what was really on your mind people wouldn't be so upset with you all the time." It was her. She was people who were upset. She knew Ranma had real feelings for her, but he refused to say it. She just needed him to say it once and maybe things could get better. No. They would get better. The coward needed to just come out with it.

"Or maybe I have been saying what's on my mind and no one is actually listening to me." He was looking at said person who didn't listen to him. Now within a few feet of him, the girl was flushed as she grabbed his shirt to stop him. "Let me go Akane." This was dangerous new territory.

Akane shook her head, frown on her face. "No. What's so hard about just coming out with what's on your mind? Stop hiding behind this bravado and chauvinistic bullshit." Really she was talking to herself. He had told her he loved her back then on Phoenix mountain, but had she ever said the same?

"Akane." Eyes became glacial, "Let. Me. Go." Right until this moment recently he would not put up with this from anyone else. Even Shampoo or Ukyo would have gotten tossed at this point. "You never listen to me when it matters. Always taking someone else's side. I'm getting over it." Also true. He couldn't remember the last time she had actually believed him at face value.

"Why? How? How can I believe you if you're never honest. You never speak your real mind."

"I'm doing that now. Let me go."

"No! Not until you tell me what's really your problem."

"You're holding me and not letting me go, that's my current problem."

"I just want to understand."

"Understand what? Why I'm so pissed off all the time? Newsflash, assholes try to kill me daily."

"Not that!"

"Then what you crazy bitch! Because if I get a mallet to the head one more time I'm gonna lose it."

"Why do you love me if I'm such a fucking coward!" Silence.

The only noise that echoed through the dojo was the sound of their labored breathing. Akane's fist still had Ranma's shirt bunched in it. She couldn't look him in the face, though tears were beginning to track down her cheeks. "You. Goddamnit you're always a few steps ahead of me. A better martial artist. A better cook. Hell even better looking as a girl. But the last straw. The final straw!" Here she looking up into his eyes as he himself was astonished, "Was that you said you loved me first. You, mister wild man lives on the road jock extraordinaire. You admitted you loved me first. How can I ever compete with you?"

Something finally clicked for Ranma in the back of his mind. He knew Akane had her insecurities, sure, but he hadn't thought it ran that deep. Sighing and thinking about it, Akane saw everything about him as a challenge. An impossible one at that. It made more sense, everything did. "Who said you had to compete?"

"I do! Or….I…well…." Losing steam, Akane felt her grip slacken.

Pulling confidence from somewhere he wasn't sure he had and would later blame the magazines some of the boys from class showed him, Ranma instead stepped into her guard. Pressing a hand to her lower back to press her into him, earning a squeak from her, Ranma grinned, "You're a pain in the ass. But, yeah, I love you. You wanna fight over it?"

Blushing and trying to make sense of this very confident Ranma hovering over her, she tried to retreat to the door. He only followed her however, he grip soft but firm. "I-I-I-I….wait….what're you doing.."

Ranma's smirk only grew as they ended up against the dojo wall. "Honestly, probably something we should have done a while ago."

Voice quiet now, Akane was losing herself in his eyes, "What's that?" There was no one here to impress. No one to see them fight or argue. No one to judge her. No one to analyze them or make money or force them to do anything. It was just….them.

Ranma leaned in, "You're like me." He was close now, breath on her lips. "You talk better through actions, not words." He hesitated for a moment here. Just in case.

Akane however knew he wasn't wrong. She couldn't say it out loud, not with people watching. It was hard even now, as she recognized the feeling in her chest. Actions….she could do that. "Baka." Whether that was directed at herself or him went unsaid she she closed their distance and sealed their lips with a kiss. It was clumsy, inexperienced at first, their teeth met more than once. But as they came up for air gasping, they immediately set upon each other again, tongues rolling and twisting together while hands pawed at each other with abandon. Akane wanted to say something about being a pervert but as heat began to build in her chest as she finally was taking a step to show her real feelings for this man, she realized she didn't care. She had dreamed of this moment. Dreamed of embracing him. Nightly. She was a pervert. Oh well. It was only for him at least.

Ranma however didn't care about anything else at the moment besides the woman in front of him and the feel of her in his arms. Lips and tongues twisting and fighting each other, mouths open so they could try to breath while their makeout session continued, things were getting out of control fast. Especially when his shirt was pulled off and her hot hands began to run up and down his chest and abs, what self control he had began to slip. Experimenting with her a bit he slid his own hands around her midsection and up her sides. Feeling her moan in appreciation at the attention, he went further, cupping her breasts and rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. She wasn't stopping him and that was all the incentive he needed to continue.

Akane was in heaven. Here she was in the arms of the man she loved. Not one of those floozies. Not the sexy bombshell Shampoo, not the expert cook Ukyo, not the wealthy and beautiful Kodachi. Akane. The brawler. She was here making out with and feeling up Ranma. Feeling his scalding hands on her, she leaned into his touch. Her head was spinning, something in her core was beginning to tighten and she wanted more. Her own hands trailing south, she began undoing his pants. As they eventually dropped to the floor, she smirked as she felt his heat spring free. Taking him in her hands and marveling at his length and thickness, she internally gloated that she knew her rivals would kill to be where she was right now. Some literally.

Ranma wanted to step back and pause things, talk them out, the look in Akane's eyes however had him realizing that wasn't going to happen. Honestly he didn't want to stop either so he wasn't going to. Snaking a hand down and into her shorts, he began to tentatively play with her folds as she herself began to pump his cock in her hand. "Kami 'Kane. That feels good."

Akane nodded as his fingers brushed and rubbed against her clit. They both had no clue what they were really doing, but Ranma picked it up fast. Gasping and moaning as each movement sent a new shock of pleasure through her, the short haired girl began to pump faster, "More….more…more….." He responded, a finger slipping inside of her and beginning to move in and out of her. How had they gotten here again? She didn't care right now.

Ranma however had to will everything in his body not to lose control. He had heard enough from the guys that finishing to fast made girls hate you. He didn't want that, not now. Not when they both were finally moving somewhere positive. Working a second finger into her, Ranma was rewarded as the girl froze up for a second and wailed out loud. He had to lean in again, kissing her to silence her. But that was fine. She responded positively and deepened the kiss while convulsing and bucking against his hand. Her own hand stalled from stroking him, eventually she was spent and leaning again him.

"That was….wow that was, intense." Akane had played with herself in the past. More than a few times using Ranma as source material. This however was a completely different feeling. Guess the real thing just couldn't compare huh? Eyes opening and shining, she locked gazed with the taller martial artist, "I…" Just say it. Don't be a coward. "I…"

Ranma leaned in and kissed her again with a smile. Somehow he just knew what she wanted to say, "I know."

"No…I want to say it…" Taking a deep breath and shuddering as his fingers left her, the girl focused on him again, "I love you."

Ranma just smiled, finally hearing the words from her herself, "I love you, ya tomboy."

"Why couldn't you just let us have the moment?" Exasperated but somehow fulfilled. This was them after all. Could they ever go long without fighting? Though maybe now she realized it was always playful, on his end at least.

Ranma shook his head, "Couldn't you figure it out by now that I like tomboys?" Seeing her eyes widen he grinned, "Same for when I call you thick. I love your thighs and butt."

"You….you idiot." She wanted to laugh, or maybe cry, at the adsudity of it all. That was it, all this time? He wasn't insulting her? He liked those things about her? Teach her to read more under the surface from now on. "Come here." Though she hadn't been stroking him, she started again, pulling him closer to her while working her shorts down with her other hand.

"That's…now? Here? You think that's a-" Akane shut him up with a kiss.

"I know better now. We have this moment, I don't want it to go away and go back to how things were. And you know how things are around here. If we hesitate, if we stop, someone will come along to ruin it." He was pressing the head of his dick between her pussy lips, rubbing along her crack and brushing again her very sensitive clit. "I want you, right in this moment." Putting her arms up and around his neck and pulling herself into his arms as he grasped her hips to steady her, "I don't want this moment to pass us by."

"There's no going back."

"You wanted to marry me not even a month ago. What do you think we would have been doing after that?"

"I..yeah, that's true."

"So, for a moment, let's pretend we did get married okay." She leaned in and kissed him long and hard, her soul feeling as if everything was on fire. "For a moment, pretend everything went right, and we got married. Okay? Husband?"

Ranma nodded, guiding his penis towards her entrance, "Okay…I get it, Wife of mine." He paused as just his tip spreading her open a bit.

Akane smiled with tears at her eyes before forcing herself down on him, piercing herself to her core and breaking her hymen. She held on tightly to him as her body shuddered, the pain and pleasure of it mixing and evening out into something. Neither of them moved as the sensations rolled through them, Ranma himself tempering his pleasure with worry for the woman in his arms. But he accepted a teary kiss from her all the same, Akane's grip around his neck tightening and loosening as their next make out session extended into the minutes. Soon however Akane herself began to move and grind against him. Pain replaced with pleasure almost completely as he modest breasts rubbed against his chest.

Akane eventually pulled back from their kiss, gasping out loud as the feeling of fullness washed over her. Feeling her inner walls stretch and then return as she bounced in his arms, she was in heaven. She had him. Here. This was her husband, the man she loved, and he loved her in return! He loved HER! "I love you. Love you. Love you. Love you." Over and over again she repeated herself as she felt her walls clinch and tighten around him and she kissed him repeatedly.

Ranma just smiled and enjoyed the attention, returning the kisses and basking in the warmth his wife gave off. They still had a lot to deal with later, but right now this was for them. Though he was reaching the edge very quickly. "Koi, I'm gonna cum. Slow down." Akane shook her head and sped up even, "Koi!"

Akane just grinned, locking lidded eyes with him as she felt her second release of the night approaching, "It's our honeymoon. It's customary to give your wife everything you have after all." Leaning in and kissing him one more time, she eventually leaned into his ear, "Cum for me, my husband."

Ranma couldn't fully describe the sensation that rolled through him as Akane's voice sunk into somewhere special in his brain. But he did as requested, speeding up with her to match her thrusts. Watching her tits bounce and sway, her mouth open and drool leaking down her chin, Ranma mentally said fuck it and let all control go. Pulling the woman down completely and burying himself completely inside of her, cumming as hard as he could with a muted yelp.

Akane's own orgasm hit as she felt his hot and sticky essence blast her inner walls. Eyes rolling up into her head for a moment, every part of her tried to pull her husband deeper into her. They both were there, panting but worn out. Locked in place before Ranma slowly sunk to the floor with her still in his arms. They were still trying to catch their breath, foreheads pressed against each other. But they were giddy. They had actually reached out to the other in a way that worked. Akane leaned in and kissed Ranma again, savoring his taste. Though as the adrenaline wore off she realized she was pretty sore. "This is uh…

"Fantastic?"

"Yeah, let's go with that." Quiet fell on them again. Again started to chuckle, "I'm sorry. All this time…all this time if I had just been honest."

Ranma shakes his head, "I didn't help. I could have been more upfront about everything too."

"So what now?"

"Well, we're gonna have to figure out how to untangle this mess."

Akane nodded at that, "Maybe…maybe this can be our little secret for a while, until we figure it out?"

Ranma didn't mind the thought of that. "Sure. I…like the sound of that." He did too. They were making real progress here. Though as they moved to separate they both groaned, "Now I see what Shampoo is so grabby."

Akane scoffed, "Can you not talk about another woman while still inside of me?" He bucked up into her, a small jolt of pleasure coming with it, "Ah!"

Smirking Ranma leaned in and took a nipple into his mouth, "You know I've only had eyes for you for like, forever, don't play jealous."

"You ass. Aren't you tiiiired?" His bucking was picking up speed again.

"Of you wife? Never." They'd soon fall into another round for the night, thankfully that everyone else in the house was asleep by the time they were finish. This was something new, something exciting. Just a little something between them and no one else.