rumiko takahashi©
tagging might be like my worst enemy..i might have forgotten to tag something, im sorry! they get handsy, so it's a little smutty, but that WAS tagged, so you already know that much hehehe
it's been a little hard to crawl outta my writer's block, but nefnef4 has been such wonderful inspiration (if you have not, the best thing you could today is check out ALL their stuff, incredible and such entertaining writing), my fingers started typing this baby up lol
i hope you manage to enjoy!3
*also, please remember, im not the best at proofreading, sorry if y'all come across some mistakes along the way u.u
There were many things Akane missed after graduating high school, particularly the absence of her friends. There was a sense of longing after the stretched hours the young girls seemed to spend chatting among themselves – about everything and not anything all at once.
The dark-haired woman merrily sat across her two friends, a smile tugging at her lips as she twirled the plastic straw in her tall glass of iced tea. She had kept her short hair and bangs; she wore makeup nowadays, although usually, it only consisted of tinged lip balm and curling her eyelashes. She listened intently, smiling as Yuka and Sayuri chatted away. They all attended different schools now, and today had been the first time, in a long time, managing to meet up.
They grabbed lunch at a nearby bistro within the plaza they strolled after, leisurely passing the time. And it wasn't that Akane wanted to be dramatic, but she was unable to help herself from missing the domestic essence of being a woman in the city, enjoying the ordinariness of a day.
Their conversations seemed to be endless, looping about each other's lives as they walked down memory lane, Akane wishing the day didn't have to end so soon. And so, when Yuka suggested, "Let's grab a drink before heading out," she couldn't help but nod encouragingly.
"So, no baby just yet?"
Akane had snapped her head up so quickly, her fingertips tensed against the glass, unable to hide the utter disbelief at the question just thrown at her. She wrinkled her nose as some sort of reaction, all the while her mind rushing, already trying to find way to steer the conversation elsewhere.
Still, she managed to calm her breath when noticing her friends chuckle softly, noting they were likely just trying to tease her somehow.
They had already asked about Ranma, having been quite appreciative that their inquiries about her marriage had been kept short and at a minimum. There hadn't been more to their simple questions of "how's it like being the Mrs.?"
Akane had believed the topic would be dropped once moving on to the next subject at tow, but the mentions of a baby concentrated on other variables to the question, such as the insinuations that she and her husband have had, well, sex . And as a complete virgin, that was quite impossible: that is, get pregnant when they hadn't even made it past the first base, let alone go all the way .
She just wanted to laugh it off, and she almost succeeded, rolling her eyes in an aloof sort of way that convinced her if she didn't pay the question much attention, neither should they.
Of course, this was Yuka and Sayuri.
"Oh, c'mon, Akane," Sayuri scoffed endearingly, leaning forward with a cheeky grin too wide to ignore, insisting that she say something, anything, hoping to coax her into oversharing, "what's it like?"
"Well," Akane sipped her drink in hopes of drowning down the gnawing knot at the back of her throat, "like I said earlier, it's like it's always been, I guess."
"Still getting dragged into weird situations?" Yuka teased.
The married woman smiled meekly unable to deny such a claim.
"Bet that heavy rock helps keep weirdos from approaching you, though?"
Akane glanced down at her engagement ring, the one that used to belong to Auntie Saotome and was now comfortably resting on her slim finger, along with her wedding band. She skimmed her fingertips over the stones cautiously, as if remembering for the first time that day that she had been wearing them. She couldn't help but smile fondly, bashful and unknowing as to why she suddenly felt embarrassed. It reminded her that she was married, and in love. That's normal, expected even, yet, Akane couldn't stop the crimson shade overtaking her cheeks from just remembering the way she felt about him.
And although their theory made sense, Akane hadn't needed to strut her engagement ring with the purpose of repelling men, most probably having to do with the fact that she didn't go out alone much. Ranma, her husband, usually accompanied her everywhere, unless she asked him not to, but hardly ever did she not want him to go with her.
"It's so hard to find a nice guy nowadays. They're all..."
"Weird?" The two young women giggled childishly at each other, and Akane chuckled lightly at them unable to relate, wishing she could offer advice, but was coming short. Not about dating or anything relating of such sorts.
"Okay, but seriously," Yuka smirked mischievously, propping her chin against her palms, her elbows sturdy on the table as she interrogated, "how's the sex? Is it as good as we all expected?"
Expected?
Akane was stammering now, sweating bullets as the seconds passed, glaring at her curious friends, not knowing what to say. Because in all honesty, there wasn't anything to say. She shouldn't have felt embarrassed by such a detail; so, she hadn't made love with her husband – that wasn't precisely a bad thing.
Did she sometimes have desires of Ranma touching her? She couldn't deny that claim, either.
"Yes, how is it? Kinda expecting the best of the best."
Akane's nose wrinkled at the way their teasing pulled at her insides, unknowing why but nervous forced to think about such a topic. "What," she cleared her throat gently, "...what do you mean by that?"
"I mean, c'mon, Akane," Yuka grinned waywardly, slightly blushing, slightly bothering Akane more than it should have. "He's like this great martial artist, athletic guy," she continued speaking in a matter-of-fact sort of tone, "I'm sure he's great at, I don't know…pleasing you?" The last statement had been spoken in a hushed tone, leaning slightly forward, eager for whatever Akane had to share.
"Shut up, shut up," Akane gasped, nervously glancing around them, not knowing how to stop talking about all of this . "Can we not talk about this?"
And with the many years they had known the flustering mess their friend could be, unitedly they had come to the conclusion, accusing, "You haven't had sex with your husband?"
Akane shushed them furiously, ready to go home. And yet, as she looked at her friends begging for a further discussion as to what was the intimacy of her married life, she found herself caving in with an exasperated sigh, "N-no. Not yet." She winced again, because the word yet defined that it was going to happen.
Unironically, Ranma had never shown to not be interested in her beyond an arranged marriage. They had kissed. A lot – and oh, god, was it good.
Three iced teas down, and deeper into the conversation than she initially had intended to be, Akane rubbed her temples, tired and slightly sleepy. Frustrated, too.
Of course, she didn't appreciate the urge to rapport on such affairs, but it wasn't like she was estranged to the idea of yearning to lay with her husband. There were just so many obstacles to factor in, and the most important one being: were they ready to have sex? Tossing aside that they were married, essentially forced to share what used to be just her bedroom, it wasn't all that of a silly question. They hadn't been ready then; how would they know if that'd changed?
Their first few nights as a married couple, Ranma simply insisted on sleeping on the floor, in hopes that she wasn't uncomfortable.
Although the whole situation was new to the both of them, they were familiar to their dispositions, and Akane appreciated what he was trying to do. After almost of week, she insisted he share the bed with her – unless he didn't want to. Of course, bad habits die hard, and couldn't resist herself throwing in, "You probably were expecting something more...sexy, huh?"
She hadn't known exactly why she had accused such a thing, when they had talked about their arrangement, and had agreed they wanted to be together. Yet, having him not want to share a bed clouded her thoughts. Wasn't that what husband and wife did?
"Cut it out, Akane, y'know that ain't why."
"Then what is it?" The urgency to know trumped over her comfortability of just letting the situation unravel on its own terms. If he didn't want to be with her, she deserved to know.
"At night," he had said, and Akane nodded intently, "if I hold ya', I just don' wanna' make ya' freak out or nothin'."
"Ranma," Akane sighed heavily, slightly relief that was his concern. Still, she could understand where this rooted from, and instead reached for his hand, tangling her fingers in between his, smiling rosily, "I want you to hold me."
They couldn't exactly remember when it started to happen, or precisely how, but soon enough the pair had permitted themselves to explore one another.
It wasn't scheduled by any means, but usually after her bath, when Akane was getting ready for bed, ruffling her towel through the short strands of her damp hair, she'd be quick to notice Ranma's immense blushing as he tried to be sneaky when she'd catch him looking at her. And she knew he wanted to kiss. Akane would take a seat on the bed with him, Ranma easily setting whatever book he was reading down, easing her mind to notice that she wouldn't be competing for his attention against his favorite pass time.
The young woman would lean forward until invading his personal space, accompanied by a reassuring smirk that ghosted just above his lips until he was kissing her.
Only once did she suspect Ranma wanting to go beyond kissing.
Ranma's hand had begun migrating its way to rest up her shoulder, feeling his palm sprawl until his fingertips skimmed the crook of her neck. She remembered how gently he pressed against her skin, igniting something within her as his thumb mindlessly grazed about her jaw, so tenderly.
Akane had gasped into his kiss, her mouth widening, tilting her head in a welcoming manner, ignoring that she was beginning to run out of breath. She was melting within his grasp – at the way his fingers rooted themselves against the nape of her neck.
His lips always felt so good against her own; wet, and gentle with each stroke. But that night, Ranma's mouth felt as though it would blister against her flesh. His firm hold pulled her towards him, and she couldn't help but comply. She pushed herself upwards, inhaling the ravishing aroma of him, entranced at the way his newly hand position had possessed her so effortlessly.
There came a time she couldn't breathe anymore, and forced herself to pull away, calling his name in a hoarse tone in hopes he'd let her take in some air while trying to compose her boggled mind. "Ranma," was all she had managed to say as she blinked her half-lidded eyes a few times. But before she could say more, tell him how much she was enjoying whatever this was , the poor fool quickly excused himself and rushed out the bedroom. She didn't see him that night, or half of the next day, leaving her to wonder about so many things because this kiss hadn't been like any of the others.
Did she want to have sex with Ranma? Oh, god, maybe she was a pervert.
Akane's eyebrows crinkled towards each other as she closed her eyes, seemingly in pain. "I just- it's..." How does she even ask that question so directly?
Ranma was quick to reach the restaurant Akane was to be waiting for him.
Yuka and Sayuri had phoned the Tendo household, and explained that their friend had taken a drink too many to trust she walk home alone. Apparently, her Long Island Iced Tea wasn't just an iced tea. Coincidently, Ranma had been the one to answer the phone and was out the door as soon as directions to the establishment were given.
He waved at the already waiting women, his old classmates slightly bowing as they greeted him enthusiastically, catching up momentarily before handing him his wife. "Please take care of our friend," they smiled, unable to withhold their knowing smirks at their inside jab.
The girls had caught up on so much that day, and one thing had been made perfectly clear beyond everything else: Akane was sexually frustrated.
Akane waved at her friends, profoundly apologizing for the inconvenience, the women pushing all of that away, urging to meet up sooner rather than later for future updates. And then they were gone, walking away.
"Geez, tomboy," Ranma scoffed, looking down at the shorter woman standing next to him. She didn't appear to be drunk at first glance, although informed otherwise, but her face was flushed, slightly noticeable through the limited lighting of the setting sun and street lamps waiting to guide them home. "Couldn't handle your alcohol, huh?"
Akane groaned, mildly annoyed, not quite wanting to talk about her innocent mistake, or anything else for that matter. Especially with him. She wanted to go home, shower, and then sleep. "Whatever, Ranma." She had murmured something else under her breath, he just didn't quite catch it.
To have just been talking about wanting to sleep with her husband, in a sensual sort of way, embarrassed her beyond words now that she was standing next to him. Confessing out loud as she did wasn't like her at all, and she couldn't bring herself to look at him. Not yet, at least. Not with knowing how excited she had automatically become as soon as she saw a view of him down the street, coming to pick her up and take her home.
She really needed that shower. A cold, freezing, numbing shower.
She took one step, and found herself having to stop in a sense to steady her stance because suddenly it was hard to walk. It was noticeable through her wobbling steps, and he stayed standing still behind her, wondering when she'd go tumbling down.
"Akane," he called after her, amused at the way she'd flinch, making him wonder if he'd said her name too loudly. He scrunched his eyebrows at her, curious as to why she was quiet. She wasn't upset, was she? He would've thought that after spending most of her day catching up with friends, she'd be a lot more excited than she was showing. She hadn't stopped talking about it for days leading up to it.
Something must've happened. Yet again, she was apparently intoxicated, which was a first for Ranma. He had never witnessed her with a single ounce of booze in her system, let alone her drunken state.
In a failed attempt to take another step, Ranma couldn't help but feel the gentle tug of a smirk at the corner of his mouth. "C'mon, dummy, lemme carry ya' home."
"I can manage," she scoffed confidently, but this time Ranma did chuckle loudly, not caring that his wife heard him. Her voice was slightly slurred, but nothing too drastic that he couldn't make out what she had said.
"What's so funny, Saotome?"
"You," he continued to tease, taking small steps to be fully in front of her, leaning down until he was face to face. He could see more of her clearly, the night not quite overtaking the city just yet. She was redder than he imagined, her bangs frizzy and messy, her eyes slightly dazed as she blinked slowly at him. But still, cute. "Don't be so stubborn," he insisted.
She took a step back, frantically shaking her head as she crossed her arms over her chest, in a sense to shield herself, he supposed. And with a deep sigh, the pigtail wearing man reached for her body, successfully managing to settle her bridal style in his arms after her many attempts to escape. By the time he achieved said task, he figured it was because she was beginning to tire, the alcohol having diluted the strength she'd naturally use against him. And oddly enough, he was almost thankful considering it helped with said stubbornness.
The walk was uncommonly quiet, passing unfamiliar faces along the way, feeling the way Akane's hand had decided to rest with its open palm against his chest. And he wondered if she could feel the erratic thumping of his heart against her hand. She comfortably pressed her head on him, allowing herself to be cradled, enjoying the rocking with every step he took. And he became drastically aware at how small and dainty he suddenly felt her in his arms, urging a sense to protect her, he just didn't know against what.
The hint of the alcohol was faint on his nose, and he figured it was mostly due to his keen sense of smell that he could smell it at all, because truthfully, the sweet fragrance of her floral aroma was much more prominent.
Soon after, her index finger had begun drawing circles on him. He wondered if her dancing finger was a mindless doing, wanting to undermine it, but tried and he tried, the motion couldn't be ignored. And when he dared steal a glance down at her, expecting her mind to be distracted elsewhere, she was gazing up at him as if waiting for his attention.
He was breathing her in, his mouth so much closer to hers, and all he could think about was how much he wanted to kiss her. And he could have, she was his wife after all, it wasn't like they didn't kiss.
Her tawny eyes shifted downward, he noticed, shamelessly concentrating on his lips. That could've been enough to boost his egotistic mind and fuel an interactive night, but instead he made himself look away, trying to push away the feeling tugging at the pit of his stomach. "Whatcha' looking at?" He managed to murmur thoughtlessly.
Yet, instead of answering him with words, Akane's hand, the one that had been resting on his chest, had reached up to gently caress his cheek and adjust his head so he'd be looking down at her again.
"You," she replied just before she pushed herself weakly, pressing her warm lips against his. And he could feel himself melt onto her mouth instantly. It was soft, like it always was, and welcoming, familiar. He could also feel her widening smile brand against his own, adjusting her lips to peck him a few times and claiming him hers before pulling away.
He wanted to kiss her again, and again, but carefully restrained himself understanding she probably wasn't in the right state of mind – at least not completely – to be kissing him so publicly. They were usually a lot more private about their affection towards each other.
Ranma cleared his throat shyly, his eyes widening when she said, "You like kissing me, huh?" Where did that question come from? He had wanted to come off as cool, composed, but he knew he wasn't fooling anyone.
How was he supposed to answer? Truthfully? Teasingly? Was there a third option?
That question alone was turning him into a stammering mess, he couldn't find the right words to say, or rather what to say. They had never talked about such a thing; they just sort of did the deed of kissing.
"Um, well, I- uh, of-of course," deciding to reply truthfully, immediately, her smile going large, accompanied by her glowing cheeks, blinding and seemingly holy. So much for looking cool.
"Then kiss me again."
She was grinning up at him quite mischievously, and he had never seen such a determined look on her face before. And he really wanted to, her attitude easily arousing, he just couldn't bring himself to do so. Not yet; not like this.
He took a moment of silence, not understanding how he hadn't dropped her yet, considering his feeble knees were beginning to give in.
"Wait, wait!" Akane hushed loudly, rattling around in his hold until he almost dropped her, his attention now completely on her.
"You almost fell, idiot," Ranma sighed as he stopped his tracks in front of the Tendo doors, staring down at her, listening as she continued.
"Kasumi, and Auntie Saotome," she replied sheepishly, seemingly shrinking in his arms as she shrugged her shoulders high, "I don't want them to see me... like this ."
"Akane," his voice was soft but confused, trying to understand why it embarrassed her, it wasn't like she waltzed in every night in such a display, "they don't care."
"But I do." She huffed, shaking her head mildly, "Just, sneak me in."
"Sneak you in? How am I gonna' do that?"
"I don't know. Through the window."
"The window?"
She groaned with annoyance, "If you can't, then I'll do it myself."
"Dummy, what if I drop ya'?"
"You won't." And she knew he wouldn't.
He couldn't deny that her confidence in him was immensely appreciated. Still, he didn't want to risk hurting her when the door was right there, a few steps away.
"Ranma, if you don't get me through that window–"
"Geez, okay, okay," he grumbled, muttering, "stubborn as an ox," quite glad she hadn't quite heard his last statement, otherwise he'd have her knuckles smashing against his skull rather than the narrowed eyes she was offering him.
Of course, the course of action was executed swiftly, immediately, too. He deemed in unnecessary, but her pleading face and worried words convinced him too easily, it was almost absurd.
The room was dark, the lights having been off, and quiet, figuring everyone else was downstairs. The evening wasn't relatively young, but not late, either.
The layout to her bedroom hadn't changed by much, and considering the young martial artist had the positions of her furniture imprinted on his brain, Ranma had been quite suave in the way he managed to get in and safely lay her on the bed without much of a sound.
And just as her head was resting on her pillow and he was pulling away, Akane's arms reached upwards to gently latch behind his head. She rested them against the nape of his neck, her fingertips faintly prickling onto his skin as she gracefully pulled him forward until he was mere centimeters from her face.
She breathed him in, and grinned blissfully at how much she relished on his scent; her voice almost nonexistent in the way her words came out low when she pleaded, "Kiss me."
"A-Akane?"
"Please."
His eyes never left hers, feeling as though his chest were to combust any moment if she did not defuse the bomb tugging at his heartstring; and although the room was dark and her features were hidden because of the insufficient lighting, he could feel the way her gaze penetrated through his skin until having control of every single nerve in his body.
Ranma leaned down slowly, his lips bumping against hers, pecking softly before pulling away, having unable to resist her request when she was looking at him as she was; hoping this kind of kiss was enough.
"I want to make love."
"Wh-what?" He pulled away completely, feeling the way Akane's hold against his skin broke when he went stumbling backwards, landing on the bed.
His wife began to sit up, managing only to prop herself with her elbow, doubting whether she should word her frustration, ultimately deciding on, "D-don't you?"
"Akane, you're drunk," was what he had settled on, wanting to make sense of her sudden revelation. Akane was never one to hold back on her thoughts, she was great at telling him what she was thinking, for the most part – still, he couldn't deny she was flustering him beyond words.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Huh?"
The young woman was now sitting up, building up her courage as she continued, "Maybe I did drink a little, because I didn't know it was alcohol." Of course, she wanted to make sure he understood she didn't willingly seek out the alcoholic beverage, knowing he believed her. Still. "That doesn't change the fact that I... have needs. Wants"
"Have needs? Wh-what kinda'needs?"
"Damn it, Ranma." Even he wasn't that dense, right? "You know," she was feeling immensely hot all around, and she should probably stop talk about it and save herself some fated embarrassment, but her words couldn't stop spewing, "I want to have sex. With you. My husband." Was it preposterous to be saying such things?
"Oh."
There was another moment of silence, and then she exasperated a breath, covering her face with her hands, suddenly wishing to take all her words back. What was she doing? Why was she asking these questions? And why wasn't he responding the way she was expecting?
Was she an even bigger idiot for feeling like she wanted to cry?
"Hey, Akane," Ranma called, his hands delicately reaching for her wrists, pulling at them until her face was unveiled, smirking towards her. And she couldn't deny that it was as though cupid had stricken her again, a wave of comfort overtaking her chest at the way his bright eyes concentrated on her. She felt like being cradled by him as she noticed him burning a gorgeous shade of red. "I, uh," he looked away for a moment, his voice just as low when finding himself admitting, "I also wanna', ya' know, do that."
"Make love?"
"Geez, tomboy," he grumbled, nervous of anyone listening, although it was just them two in a believed empty bedroom, considering they snuck in through the window. "Yes."
"Then, let's do it-"
"It ain't exactly the best time."
Akane rolled her eyes, "I know that, dummy." Still, she smiled, widely, reaching to hold his hand and squeeze within hers. They were married, and she wanted to do things with her husband. And that was the best thing about being married – well, not the best thing, but a great plus – they didn't need to hold back if they didn't want to.
"It's just..."
She looked at him, softening her stare, wanting to listen to his words, and understand them. "It's just?"
"It ain't like I'ma' just, ya' know," she could see him fidgeting, and she wondered if the idea made him uncomfortable, or just talking about having sex.
"Ranma, we don't have to do anything...I-"
"I-I want to!"
They looked at each other, and she couldn't help but chuckle, finding his own eagerness just as enduring, and arousing. "We can take our time." He looked at her again, his cheeks beaming red, their hold never loosening before Akane continued, "We can take it step by step. Do a little more than just kissing, you know?"
"M-more?"
Akane nodded with a mischievous grin, "You can...touch me wherever you want, next time." She could hear his loud gulp as he looked at her, finding herself feeling like some hormonal teenager, excited for what was to come.
She felt so ridiculous, trying not to be as excited as she rushed up the stairs – knowing that Ranma was probably waiting for her in their room, and the thing was, she really wanted to see her husband.
It was the following evening; having waken up in the middle of the night, quite parched with Ranma deep asleep next to her. And it all smacked her like a ton of bricks: their conversation of hours ago. The morning had been per usual, except she hadn't gone for a morning run around the block. She had caught him helping Kasumi set the table on her way to the shower, unable to keep her timid smile from showing when they locked eyes, giggling like a schoolgirl before she disappeared.
They hadn't talked more on the subject, and for the most part interacted as normal. She had made a bento for school, packed it in her school bag, and Ranma had walked her to the train station, as he did every time she had class. He got on the train, and got off to drop her off at the university, agreeing to meet at the usual time to ride back together.
And then he leaned down, something that slightly took Akane by surprised. He was matching her eye level, undeniably close, coming to the conclusion that he was going to kiss her. Hitching a breath, the young woman closed her eyes and waited. And waited. A little more until she opened an eye to peak, only then did he lean forward and kissed her.
It was more of a peck, their lips pressing gently and warmly before he pulled away too quickly, unable to stop the corners of lips curling, using her teeth to keep her mouth shut.
"Same time?" He asked, and she could see his own blushing cheeks, although he insisted on keeping his cool. She nodded enthusiastically, and then he was gone.
The walk home had been a delightful one, she concluded. He picked her up on time, quite punctual as he usually was to most things. They bought a set of kushi dango along the way, the sugary syrup almost as sweet as the way her heart felt when feeling Ranma's finger lightly latch onto hers. She tightened her own grip, intertwining their fingers together.
And now, standing outside her bedroom door, she was having to find courage to walk in. She stared at the way Ranma's name had maintained taped just under the carvings of her own in the wooden duck-shaped nameplate.
Why was she so nervous? If anything did happen, it was because they wanted it. Although, nothing in particular had to happen.
With a trembling hand, she opened the door, unable to withhold her steamed cheeks when she saw Ranma laying on the bed as he usually was, his arms stretched upwardly holding a book. Although he quickly set the book aside, sitting up from his position and looked at her.
She closed the door behind her, mindlessly locking it.
Her hair was still air drying; her face naturally erubescent as she looked down at her feet digging her toes onto the fluff of the carpet. And again, she asked herself, why was she so nervous?
"Hey," he offered, and she smiled at his hushed tone.
"Ready for bed?" She inquired, walking towards him, catching the way his face flared up, erupting a low laugh from her. If anyone was more nervous than she, it had to be him.
"Ranma?" she called after him, genuine concern in her voice. She was settling herself on the bed now, noticing how he placed the book on the desk and crossed his legs, concentrating on her words. She crawled to her side of the bed, copying his sitting posture.
She cocked her head as she looked at him, feeling the tensing knot at the pit of her stomach as she tried to understand the dynamic they were setting. He was beautiful, with his shabby fringe poking at the bridge of his nose, eager light eyes piercing through her.
"Y-yeah, Akane?"
Her thumbs were twiddling with each other like a timorous child, and it should've been easier for her to say something, but she only shook her head as if changing her mind. She was usually a lot better at this.
"Akane?"
There was a way in which he said her name, softly spoken, with ease, exciting her further. She blinked a few times before looking up, noticing the way he mirrored her expression.
She could see the way his Adam's apple bob, his cheekbones reddening, and she couldn't help but chuckle delightfully.
"Kiss me?" She asked bashfully, momentarily looking away, blinking a few times before catching his eye once again.
He nodded at her, reaching to pull her close, leaning low to skim the tip of his nose against hers, a gleam in his eye. They shared a second of quietness, searching for any sort of uneasiness, but instead she enthusiastically pushed upwards until they were crashing lips.
He followed her so easily.
This was familiar territory. This was them, again, in their bed after her bath, exploring each other a little more.
He couldn't help but take in the view of her towel-dried hair and long eyelashes blinking at him when they parted after a moment. He adjusted himself to sit a little closer before pulling her in for another kiss. And then another, and another.
He was soft at first, always tender, his lips caressing against hers with such carefulness. And as the seconds passed by, he only seemed to want her more, but always heedful of his actions.
Although, he could sense her own eagerness, as Akane pushed herself towards him, slightly lifting from her sitting position.
His hands began to make their way up her arms, holding onto her elbows, pulling her in before reaching behind her back, trying to ignore the subtle whimper in her voice.
Oh, they both really wanted this.
Akane's hands began tugging at his top, eliminating any given space between the two, eyes scrunching at the way his teeth had accidentally grazed her lower lip. He sighed into her mouth and she groaned in return, her arms now desperately tangling themselves around his neck, ignoring that she was essentially beginning to settle herself atop of him.
Quite shamelessly, Akane's thighs parted to rest themselves on his legs, a tingling sensation traveling all around her back and arms and legs and toes. She felt as light as a feather, and all he had to do was blow her away and she'd be floating.
His hands sprawled on her back, holding her tight, allowing her to take control had she wanted to.
It was a moment before she pulled away just a smidge, their parting mouths echoing a wet kiss through the room, their heaving breathing overtaking them for a moment. Their lips still bumped and touched, urging to continue as they were.
She looked so mesmerizing, captivating at the way her doe-like eyes were pleading him to do more. He had always wanted to, he just wondered if she wanted to. Felt like a silly question, now.
But after tonight, she would be his. Or at least, a little more than before.
He just, also, didn't know what to do next. This was brand new territory to him, completely; he had read things, unwillingly, having his old perverse classmates to blame. Once he had partially seen a mature X-rated video; when thinking about it, maybe he was a little perverted, as he found himself wanting to do those things to her.
"Akane," he called and she nodded encouragingly at him, attentive to what he had to say, "I- uh," he swallowed hard, nervous, she always managed to make him nervous when it came to this, "w-we, well..."
"Ranma," she interjected softly, her lips plumped and fleshy, "more...please." Oh, god, she was begging now?
"If you wanna stop, if it gets, y'know, weird or whatever..." He narrowed his eyes brows at her, almost stern and serious, hoping she was understanding that he would only do any of this was she wanting this. He recognized that she was in a tipsy manner when she had first initiated the conversation, then, but he needed that reassurance. This was about them.
And when she nodded with agreement, unifying their understanding, Ranma couldn't seem to contain the need of wanting to devour her entirely.
In a swift movement, Ranma had twirled them around, beginning to press her back against the bed. She quickly readjusted herself, resting her head against her pillow, her short strands sprawled about her head like some sort of halo as she waited for him to continue.
She really, really wanted him to continue.
He had strategically placed his body to carry itself over hers as to not crowd her, just in case, considering this was new. They had never willingly been in this position before, but she liked the way his legs felt tangled within hers. His mouth teasingly ghosted over hers.
He wondered if she could hear the way he tried to gulp his excitement away.
Akane lifted her head, pecking his mouth once before reaching for his cheeks with both hands, holding them against her palms to gently stroke her thumbs across his face. And he could feel her devotedness, each nerve in his body numbing but the ones on his face, intensifying her touch.
She slowly released his face, and he trembled at the missing warmth of her touch, her arms now around his broad shoulders. She hooked her hands against the nape of his neck, pulling him closer, mindlessly pushing her own body upwards to press against Ranma's chest.
She wanted this, and she wanted him to know – she needed him to know.
For quite some time that's what they did: kiss. Feeling his palms spread about her arms, up and down, and then at the side of her torso, softly dragging themselves towards the hem of her top. And then just as gently, he slipped his hand under her pajama top, each gasping at what seemed like a brand-new discovery. His fingertips swept wonderfully about her flesh, flaring pure intensity.
They parted their mouths, trying to compose their heavy breathing, sighing at the way he faintly squeezed the side of her waist, his thumb rubbing further, dragging circles while the tips of his other fingers gingerly dug in. His hand continued to push itself upwards, anxious to touch all that was to her, erupting another gasp from Akane's mouth as she shut her eyes, submerging into the feeling that was splashing about her chest.
He kissed her again, and she was ready to continue, but Ranma moved on too quickly, kissing the corner of her mouth and dawdled his lips with wet pecks over her jaw and down her neck.
Oh? This was completely new.
She could almost see behind her eyes, her chest tensing up, spiking an urge to hold onto something as if needing to anchor herself. What was he doing? How did he know that she would like that? And how was he so, very good at it?
When Akane sighed pleasingly, she hadn't meant to release the soft, low mewl from the back of her throat. She should've been embarrassed, but she was too preoccupied at keeping her voice low, captivated at the way Ranma's mouth seemed to concentrate on the crook connecting with her jaw.
Unconsciously, she seemed to buck her pelvis upwards, her hands taking fistful of hair, persistently chewing on her lower lip in hopes that she didn't release such a noise – again.
She could feel every single fiber of her entire body begin to cave in completely. It was almost as though she was losing control of her body, the young woman delightfully thrusting her hips against his, releasing another fragmented moan. It was low, and short lived, but still enough to drive Ranma over the edge.
She liked this , even he wasn't that dense.
She could feel him begin to readjust himself in between her legs, and she allowed it, furthermore, welcomed it. She rubbed her legs against his calves, their friction eliciting pure bliss .
Oh, god, she was so aroused.
When he pulled away, he could hear her disappointed sigh, his ego-boasting-self grinning timidly before looking down at her, nonetheless, still quite bashfully. She was panting, both quiet as they could be for a moment.
"You alright, Akane?" He seemed to be teasing, and she could smack him silly for asking such a question in the middle of their activity. He chuckled when instead of answering, she sighed dreamily, her half-lidded eyes watching him in a daze.
He allowed her a moment to compose herself, wallowing in the seemingly satisfactory expression she waved in.
He decided to gently rest himself atop of her, pressing his chin against her chest, feeling the way it rose as she breathed in, and settled as she breathed out. Akane was now looking down at him, her hands reaching to brush his shabby hair with her fingers, enjoying his weight on her a little too much.
"What are you thinking about?" She found herself asking, noticing his pondering mind, as if contemplating something.
"Ya' won't get mad?"
She huffed, "No."
He lifted an eyebrow, deciding whether to trust her word, or dismiss the idea altogether.
She laughed, "C'mon, spill it."
And then they were silent for a moment.
"Can I... see more of you?" How he had managed to ask such a question without stuttering, he wasn't sure, but simply getting the question out was a win in his books.
Akane stayed quiet, not expecting him to ask that, not meaning to nod as eagerly either; still, she began trying to take her top off laying down. Ranma readjusted himself, having to help her just as it got stuck on her elbows, but he was so quick about it, it took her a moment to realize she was now, willingly, in just her bra for Ranma to gawk at.
And they were quiet, as quiet as they could be in these new circumstances.
Each breast was cupped beautifully, and he felt his mouth get parched. His blue eyes slowly strolled about her fair skin, soft and smooth looking, over her collarbone and up the long neck he had enjoyed giving attention. Ranma had managed to see the way her throat seemingly swallowed, and he understood she was nervous, hopefully just bashful and not because she was regretting any of this.
She could feel herself become conscious and too exposed, embarrassed, and oddly enough, beginning to doubt whether she had reached his expectations of what was a woman, which was such an absurd thought within itself. He had shown her that he loved her, and now, wanted her fully as a woman.
Quietly, and almost hushed, Ranma croaked, "Akane, you're..." marveling over her breasts and neck and jaw and round glowing cheeks and bright brown eyes.
"Is something...wrong?" She winced.
"N-no, never!" He frantically shook his head, and then leaned down to kiss her again and again. "Akane, you're sexy, and cute..." and he should've been more flustered and panicked to be admitting such a thing out loud, although it was obvious how attracted he was to his wife; but oh, how he was mentally smacking his head senseless at all the times he claimed otherwise, because even then he knew what a liar he was. "Can I..?"
"Touch?" She inquired timidly, her eyes wide and charming. When he nodded, she nodded back.
His inexperienced fingered traced about her body. He had to touch her. Feel her to assure himself that she was there beneath him, even as she hitched a breath.
His large palm pressed itself over one of her breasts, squeezing softly and caressing it over the cloth of her brassiere, quick to search for her reaction. She sighed heavily, gorgeously, closing her eyes when Ranma pulled the cup down to expose her breast. The nub was delightfully pink, erect, accessorizing her wonderfully.
He leaned down to take her mouth in his again, shivering while his thumb circled itself around her nipple.
He pulled away from her mouth and back down to her neck, noting she had seemed to appreciate the attention earlier. She was gasping loudly now, her eyes dazed, rolling backwards, never quite experiencing this with Ranma. She had explored herself before, mainly in the bath when she was alone, quite familiar to what was happening – what he was provoking within her. But the way he managed to convey such a pleasure without touching her fully exhilarated her beyond.
"W-wait," Akane huffed out of breath, sensitive, shutting her eyes tightly as he looked down at her ruddy complexion.
"You alright, Akane?"
She nodded, taking another exasperated breath. "I just...need a moment." And he believed to understand exactly what she meant.
He allowed her some time, pushing himself to straddle her hips, suddenly aware at the full view he was receiving of Akane sprawled beneath him. Not having quite foreseen the issue of never wanting to leave their bedroom again until now.
The young woman was trying to regain her composure, as her unadjusted bra allowed one of her breasts to plop free. And she was beautiful with frizzy strands of dark hair sticking to her sweaty forehead as her chest steadily rose up and down.
When she opened her eyes, misty and glazed, he found himself falling in love with her all over again. She chuckled lightly, taking in the way he was looking at her with a set of dopey eyes, basking in the lovey gaze he offered her. "You alright over there, dummy?"
And his goofy grin only widened, taking the opportunity to remind her, "I love ya', Akane."
She blinked a few times, her cheeks growing warm, not quite expecting that but accepting his words fully. "I love you, too, Ranma."
Still, Akane watched him curiously, looking up at him with a crooked eyebrow and a dubious smile.
She could see his shades of red fully deepen, his nervousness beginning to overtake what was just a moment of vulnerability, as he swallowed before asking, "C-can I, uh, see more?" All he needed to do was pull the other cup down and they'd be fully exposed.
"What do you- oh!" It took her a minute, but she – hopefully – understood.
When she and Ranma had been newlywed, Nabiki had brought her a pile of magazines, informing her that she had folded all the pages that offered advice on what she believed would help her in her sex life now that she would be having all the love-making in the world – considering their tension was obvious to everyone but themselves.
Akane had actually scanned through some of those articles, just to ease the curious mind, of course, and had come to find that sometimes men liked when women put a show for them – according to the magazine. She didn't know if she'd succeed, but she'd give it a try. After all, he had just called her sexy.
Her hands reached for her breasts and slowly pushed her bra upward, fully revealing her breasts sprawled about her chest. Each blushing nipple still erect, and cute. Her fingers gingerly brushing about them, teasing circles until beginning to cautiously fondle them.
"L-like this?" She asked bashfully, her voice entrancing him too easily, he almost lost it completely. Oh, god.
Ranma found himself paying attention to her reaction rather than watching her breasts, aroused at the way she inhaled and then slowly exhaled. She was making such a sensual expression; he couldn't help but stare in awe. He gently rubbed his own pelvis against hers, watching at the way Akane quickly slapped her hand over her mouth at how euphoric she was.
It felt good, so good, but they had to remember they weren't home alone. Even with their bottoms as barriers, Akane could feel his bulge press against her. And then he did it again, and again, transfixed by the way her breasts slightly bounced with each movement.
He was moving faster now, and Akane couldn't keep up, feeling every touch that his hands freely took upon themselves when he reached to softly cup her breasts.
She could feel herself beginning to reach her end, once again, twisting and tensing her torso in hopes that it helped her hold on a little longer. Her calves stretched outwardly, and she couldn't withhold her sudden yelps or gasps. She was wet, and she wondered if he knew just how much hearoused her.
"Ran...Ranma..." She panted, sluggishly looking at him as he thrusted once more.
"Gah," he huffed, knowing he had just released himself, although usually he'd be running out of the bedroom before that happened. But even she was still trying to calm herself, and he couldn't help but find comfort at her seemingly stupefied expression.
He found himself wanting to hide against the crook of her neck, nesting into her warmth, unaware at the way she grinned fondly, untensing when feeling the way her fingers combed into his dark, braided hair.
It was like a tidal wave of reassurance, the way each fingertip pressed onto his scalp, mindlessly massaging about, dragging a purred mewl from his throat against her skin. She giggled quietly, almost inaudibly, and couldn't stop himself from tightening his grip, his own possessiveness for her activating.
"Forever," he murmured, his lips scraping about her flesh, feeling the way her body shivered as he released a heavy breath through his nostrils.
"Huh?"
"I'm yours, forever, Akane." Did she know that? Did she understand the severity of his willingness for her? That he'd travel to hell and back were he needing to, just for her? That everything and anything he did was for her, without needed reason but the simplicity that he loved her.
He's loved her for so long, how could he ever go a glimpse of a second without her touch, the softness of her voice, her eyes bewitching him through her long lashes?
Her chest could burst at the way his words engulfed every sense in her body, holding her breath suddenly frighten that this would go away, as though something could pull the rug under her feet and she'd go tumbling down. Sometimes, it felt like it was all too good to be true. How could she lay as she was, tenderly, with the man that she loved? The man she'd willingly give up thousands of lives to be with and cherish?
He was pecking her warm skin, and she couldn't deny to herself, or to him, how in love she was with him. Many yesterdays ago, today, and most definitely the tomorrows to come.
After some time, Ranma's cheek pressed upon Akane's chest, the rhythmic beating of her heart matching his own. Both of her hands were brushing through his hair, slowly pulling strands off his face and tucking behind his ear. Her breathing had composed moments ago, and although they were momentarily submerged in silence, there seemed to be no room for any coyness.
He wanted to stay secured in her arms, always, as a sense to believe that he wasn't just dreaming as he'd done since the day they've met. But she was his, and his rapacious need to ensure that she wasn't some fragment of his imagination urged the want of holding her, as to attest that she was there.
Some tangible evidence that every breath she released was for him, because of him. He wanted credit for every emitted gasp and smile brought upon her face. He wanted her.
She was his, just like he was hers.
i think i tried to capture the vulnerability that comes with, well, sex. i know they didn't have sex in this story, but with these two there's still so much until they could find themselves doing the deed, even tho they're married. and the great thing about this is, they have the rest of their lives to figure it out, because just like sex, i think they're still figuring out so many other things. there's delicacy in wanting to give in completely, even though they're completely smitten by each other. anyways, i don't know if i'd ever update this, so until i hope it was a fun read! did y'all like this one? huh? wanna leave me a comment and tell me so?
thank you for reading, xoxo