Phoenix Prince Saga Sidestory - Least Sword Lemon

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After three minutes of continuous repetition, the annoying tapping sound was enough to drag even Akane out of the depths of her slumber. Storming over to the window, she threw it open with enough force to cause the wooden storm shutters rebound twice off of the side of the building.

"What?!" she demanded in an angry hiss once she had finally gotten the window all of the way open.

"Akane! Calm down! It’s just me!" Ranma whispered back from his position outside the window.

"And you can’t come like a normal person because?" Akane asked, stepping back to allow him to swing inside.

Ranma favored her with a particularly exasperated look in response to the rather impertinent question. "Well, let’s see... There’s the fact that it’s after twenty two... oh, wait. Gee, you think maybe it’s because I don’t want to have to talk to Rei, the peusdo-rocker boy, or Grandfather?"

Akane controlled her temper with a visible effort. "You don’t have to be a jerk about it! I just asked! If you’re going to be that way about it, why didn’t you just come after they left earlier?!"

"And I would know that they were out how exactly?"

"There’s this thing called a telephone, you know. I hear they’re all the rage lately." Akane replied sarcastically, spinning around to face away from him.

"Would you rather I didn’t come over at all?" Ranma countered, staring holes into her back.

"Would you rather I didn’t come here at all?" Akane offered, not even bothering to turn around to see the reaction her off-hand comment was causing.

"Yes! Yes, all right! I told you that I’d never lie to you! So, yes! I would so much prefer that you had stayed in Nerima where you were SAFE!" Ranma finally exploded. Though his voice and demeanor were fierce, his stormy-blue eyes told an entirely different story altogether.

There was a lengthy pause that stretched between the two inhabitants of the room. Then Akane’s shoulders shuddered slightly, once, then again. Ranma stretched out a hand, his expression troubled. Then, before he could do anything more, she spun about, tears sparkling on her face.

"You don’t care about me at all, do you?!" She sobbed. "I’m just another silly girl, throwing myself at you like always, isn’t that right?! Just another silly girl who can’t protect herself! An ugly, mannish FREAK!"

"Akane, that’s not what I meant!" Ranma’s voice cracked mid-range as he continued to reach towards her.

She smashed his hand away. "Don’t touch me! I don’t want your pity!"

"Akane..." he tried again, wincing as her words reached his ears.

"Dammit, Ranma! All I wanted..." her voice trailed off slightly as she looked towards the ground. "All I ever wanted was... was..." she looked up at him, thin, wet trails marking her cheeks. "you to care for me." She whispered, looking down again. "I should have known that someone like you could never care for a freak like me. I’m just damaged goods now."

"Dammit, Akane! Listen to me!" He hissed, grabbing her shoulder with one hand and using the other to tilt her face up to meet his gaze, ignoring the shudder that went through her body at his touch. "Listen to me, okay? Just this once?" He whispered, wiping the trails of tears from her face with a gentle thumb. She nodded once, fighting the urge to tear away from him and hide in the corner. "You are not ugly. Do you hear me? You’re not ugly and your not a ‘mannish freak’!"

She directed her reddened face to his under her own power this time. "But... but you always call me ‘uncute’.. and.. and ‘unsexy’ and a tomboy..."

"Akane, don’t take this the wrong way, but you are uncute. Hey! I told you not to take it the wrong way! Dammit!" He stormed at the sudden crestfallen expression that covered her face. "Hell. Look at me, okay? When you look at me, what do you see? And don’t let what you think about me mix things up, okay?"

She looked confused for a moment then began stumbling into a basic description of his appearance, gaining confidence as she continued. "Um... unruly, long raven hair tied back in a rough braid? Sapphire eyes set not too far apart. But not to close together, either! Under flaring eyebrows. A long, imperial nose set over full red lips," she blushed rather darkly at that, "and a strong chin. High cheekbones that colour only lightly when you’re embarrassed. Wide shoulders that support arms that ripple with muscles and long fingered, delicate hands. A deep chest signaling great endurance. Taut abdominal muscles." Another blush, darker if possible. "A narrow waist connecting to powerful legs and graceful feet. I see a ... man. A very ... handsome ... man." Her words fell back to their original stumbling pace at the end and she redirected her gaze back to the floor, confused as to how that particular dug out confession would contribute to the argument Ranma seemed to be trying to make.

Ranma, for his part, was blushing a bit himself, though the relative darkness hid the ‘light colour’ fairly well. "Right. You said handsome, right? Not cute? Handsome?"

She nodded, embarrassed that he was pressing for the compliment.

"Don’t you see, Akane? That’s what I mean. I’m not cute. I am totally uncute. In fact, I don’t know anyone who would describe me as cute!"

She looked up at him slowly, comprehension slowly dawning in her brown eyes.

"Akane, you are my friend. Really. Sometimes I think you’re the best friend I have. And you might be an uncute tomboy, but is that really such a bad thing to be? You’re not a freak, Akane. If anything, I’m the one who’s earned that title. I mean, at least, you being an uncute tomboy is natural, I wasn’t meant to be one but a bit of cool water and BANG!"

A small giggle escaped her lips. Ranma smiled down at her softly in response.

"That’s the Akane I know. Don’t get yourself in such a twist next time, okay?" He asked.

Then all joviality was gone as a serious expression contorted her expression. "Then why did you say that you never wanted me to come here?"

He sighed in exasperation. He had hoped that she had forgotten about that. Placing both hands on her shoulders this time noticing the shudder with concern, he gazed down into her eyes with an earnest expression on his face. "I didn’t want you to come, Akane. That’s why. Dammit, Akane, why do you think I left you there?!"

"Because Auntie Nodoka made you?"

"Akane, look at me. Do you really think I would let that work if I didn’t want it to?"

She shrugged weakly. She actually didn’t know. And she was wearing herself out trying to keep from running from him. As it was she had to keep telling herself that it was only Ranma and he wouldn’t ever hurt her.

"Akane." His tone was rather disapproving, as if he expected better somehow. "You should know me better than that by now."

"Sorry." She smiled weakly in response.

"But anyway. I left because it was getting to be too damn dangerous for you to be around me." His eyes squeezed shut against the pain of memory. "For God’s sake, Akane! Saffron nearly killed you! Just because of me! It was my fault you almost died! You understand me? MY FAULT! And the wedding! Don’t even get me started on that!" He let his hands drop from her shoulders and turned away.

"Ranma..." She didn’t reach out as he had. Instead, she rubbed at her arms and hugged herself and looked to the ground.

"And now this." He sighed, glancing back over his shoulder at her, then back down at the ground as he saw that she wasn’t even trying to reach out to him. "I’m supposed to protect you, Akane. But I went and let this happen." He shoved a hand roughly though his hair. "I’m a failure. I’m just a screwed-up little joke. Go back to Nerima, Akane. I can’t protect you. So stay away from me. It’ll be safer for you."

Akane glared at his back and her lips compressed into a thin line of annoyance and determination. Then, for the first time since he had come in, she moved from her spot. Ranma was abruptly confronted with the sight of a sincere Akane popping up in his line of vision.

"Ranma, I listened to you. Now it’s your turn." He tried to turn his head away, but her hands, rough and callused from years of slamming them through concrete, appeared on either side of his face and forced him to look at her. He could feel the way she was trembling through the pressure on the sides of his face and his expression slowly grew more and more worried. "You. Are. Not. A. Failure. Do you understand me? You’re not a failure! You protected me! Look! I’m still alive! I’m all in one piece!"

"Not one piece." Was his sullen answer as his eyes twisted away from looking at her.

Her eyes narrowed. "You blame yourself for that?! Damn you, Saotome Ranma! You weren’t even there! Or are you blaming yourself because that bastard looked like you?! Is that it?!"

"That’s not it and you know it!" Suddenly his eyes were boring holes into her with the blazing fury behind them. His hands reached up and grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands from his face with surprising force. "I should have been there! I was supposed to protect you!"

"What, were you in on it?! Did you help him plan how to rape me?! Is that it?! God! It must be! Why the hell didn’t I see it?! After all your precious Ranko led me to the son-of-a-bitch!" She raged, forcing herself to fight her terror, trying to free her arms to beat at his chest.

"It wasn’t her fault, dammit! She didn’t want to hurt you and you know it! Something happened to her down there and I plan on finding out what it is! But until I do, you gotta realize that that wasn’t her fault!"

"I don’t care how much she didn’t want to hurt me! I was violated by that bastard! HE STOLE MY HUSBAND’S GIFT! He stole it from me, Ranma." Suddenly, all of the fight was gone, and she just hung limply from his grasp. "He looked so like you... and that was the worst part of all." He gently lowered his arms until she was sitting upon the floor and released her wrists. "It... it was like it was you..." tears formed and trickled down her face, "like you were the one hurting me... like you were enjoying hurting me..." she sobbed, choking on her words.

"Akane, I’d never hurt you! I’d never do that to you! Never!" He replied, sinking to his knees beside her.

She looked up and smiled sadly. "I know that, Ranma. Really I do. But he was so like you... and I so wanted you to come and take me away... but you never came... never came until it was too late..."

Ranma’s vision blurred oddly, but he spoke with a clear voice. "I tried to get there, Akane. I wanted to take you from him. Ranko told me what she had done. She was ready to destroy herself because of it. I tried so hard! But I failed you! I failed you, Akane."

"You did not! You came, Ranma! You came! Like you always do! Maybe I got hurt, but you came! You fought for me! You protected me! I’m here! I’m alive! Because of you!"

"You came here because of me. You’re hurt because of me. Because of me! It’s my fault you’re even here! And now it’s my fault that you’re scared of me."

"I’m not scared of you."

He reached out and grasped her wrist, holding it up to her face and forcing her to acknowledge her trembling hand. "I’m not blind, Akane. I can see you shaking every time I touch you or you touch me. I know fear, Akane. And I see it all over you whenever I’m around. You’re putting that bastard and me together in your mind. I know you can’t help it, but it still hurts."

"Ranma..."

"Akane. Don’t lie to me, okay? If you’re scared, just tell me. I’ll leave you alone. I’ll give you all the time and space you need. Whatever you need. Just don’t lie to me." Ranma said, releasing her wrist and standing.

As he stepped towards the window and prepared to leave, she clambered up to her knees and grabbed his wrist. When he looked back at her, she spoke.

"Don’t go. I don’t want you to leave." She said softly, climbing all the way to her feet. "I came because I felt that I needed to be with you." She took at slow step forward, coming up to face him. "I came because I wanted to. Because I wanted to help. I won’t lie to you anymore, alright, Ranma? Just don’t go." She finished, locking gazes with him.

"I’ll give you whatever you need. Do whatever you need me to so that you can be comfortable around me again." He murmured, staring into her eyes.

"What I want... what I need... is for you to be who you are. I need you to be you. That’s all." She closed the distance between them, placing her free hand upon the cloth of the red Chinese shirt covering his chest. Looking down at her hand, she continued. "I came here because of you, it’s true." She looked back up at him. "But, I wasn’t safer with you not there. I was in more danger than ever." At his puzzled, disbelieving expression, she elaborated. "I was in danger from myself. I... I don’t want to be without you." She whispered, as she released his wrist and reached up to brush at his wild hair.

At some point, her gently questing fingers managed to get themselves woven tightly into his braid. But he didn’t bother to help her untangle her fingers from his hair. Instead, he leaned down, and softly, tentatively allowed his lips to brush against hers.

Her eyes slid shut against the screams in her head saying that it was Raetheon not Ranma and that he was going to hurt her again. She countered with the fact that Raetheon was in no way as gentle as Ranma and that Ranma would never hurt her. He promised. He promised to protect her.

And more than that. She wanted this.

After some time, Ranma broke the kiss and made as if to leave the room. Her hand came up to rest upon his shoulder as he turned away, one foot upon the window sill. He glanced over at the delicate and slightly pale yet steady hand upon his shoulder before following its arm back to its owner.

"I should be going." He whispered, feeling himself begin to get lost in her eyes.

She shook her head silently and tugged him towards her.

"Stay." She murmured quietly, beseeching him with her eyes. "Please." A pleading note.

What little willpower he had managed to gather together in preparation of leaving crumbled under that overwhelming assault. He nodded his unsounded acquiescence even as he turned back towards the interior of the room.

A step towards the far side of the room was halted with her hands around his waist. He moved to gently remove them, but froze when he felt a strange warmth seeping through the back of his silk shirt. He could feel her pressing her body against his, her face leaning against his back between his shoulder blades, right under the base of his neck.

For a moment, he realized that the top of her head would just reach his chin if they were lying together. But, blushing darkly at the very though, he quickly banished it from his mind. Then he felt a slight tug at his waist. Glancing back confusedly, he realized that Akane was pulling him back across the room to her bed.

"A-akane! Wh-what’re ya doin’?!" he hissed, trying to pull away, but ending up just turning around to face her, all of his confidence with words earned through his time spent with his mother dissolving into the terrible grammar and dialect of his youth.

Her face was warm were she had managed to press it into his shoulder. He gulped when he realized what the small points digging into his chest were. She merely mumbled something into his shoulder and, if anything, tightened her grip, causing him to go all the stiffer.

She finally looked up at him, confusion written on her expression. Freeing one hand from around his waist, she reached up and brushed it lightly along his cheek. His eyes, wild with nervousness and extreme concentration, rolled down to look at her.

"What’s wrong, Ranma?" she murmured.

"We.. We shouldn’ be doin’ this!"

She bit at her lower lip as if in either confusion, nervousness, or some strange combination of both. "I-I don’t understand."

"This! Y-ya know what I mean! Akane, it’s not right! Not now! Not after what happened! I been readin’ those books of Okaa-san’s, ya know! Yer just tryin’ to cover things up in yer mind! Just tryin ta hide it an..." She stopped him with a single finger against his lips.

"I’m not trying to hide it." She whispered. "Hush. I do want to cover it up, Ranma. Just... not for the reasons you think." She paused, gathering her thoughts, then looked up at Ranma with pleading eyes. "I – I wouldn’t have minded if it had been you, Ranma. I wish it had been you." She looked away, breaking eye contact, blushing. "I wanted it to be you, Ranma." Her eyes met his again, with startling confidence in their depths. "I know you wouldn’t have hurt me!"

Ranma’s expression was troubled as he slowly brought his hands up to cup her face. "I mighta hurt ya, Akane." He murmured. "It’s not like I ever done nothing like that before."

She brought her hands up and grasped his, refusing to release them. "It wouldn’t have mattered, Ranma." She uttered, slowly leaning in towards him. "It wouldn’t have mattered because it would have been you."

With the last word, their lips met. Her hands crept up along his arms to encircle his silken clad shoulders and tangle in his soft hair and press against the warm skin of his neck. She pulled him towards her, pressing her body full-length against his.

A smile danced about her lips as she felt him responding in kind, his hands having descended down her pajama clad body in slow, caressing strokes to rest against the spot just between her shoulder blades and the small of her back. She melted into his embrace as he pulled her to him, her soft curves molding themselves against his hard edges as if they had somehow been divided from each other at creation and were just now reemerging into one cohesive being.

She was the first to initiate the separation of their joined lips this time, just as he began to squirm slightly in discomfort. She didn’t even bother to look downwards to where his soft, black, cotton pants were doing a very good impression of a circus tent. A sly smirk graced her face as a sneaky hand traced its way down from his neck, along the silky planes caused by his shirt over his lithe muscles and down into his pants to wrap her warm fingers one by one about his third leg. He gasped slightly in response, looking down at her with shock in his gray-blue eyes.

"A-akane!" he yelped, an odd gulping noise.

She silenced him against with a single finger. "Hush. I. Want. You."

And with that she removed her hand from his pants and stepped backwards, his arms never leaving her body as she slowly stepped back to sit down upon her bed. Gradually, with some twisting and careful maneuvering of hands, he managed to lower himself down beside her. Looking into her eyes, he brushed a stray hair from her face.

"Akane? Ya sure?" He whispered, his eyes pained. "I don’t wanna hurtcha."

"Ranma, don’t you understand?" she replied, her eyes never leaving his face, though her hands began unbuttoning his shirt and pushing it from his shoulders. "You can’t hurt me."

He sighed, casting his eyes away, not certain what to do, but feeling sure that he was taking advantage of her in some way. Somehow, she realized this and an annoyed expression crossed her face. Finally pushing the shirt from his shoulders to pool upon the floor, revealing that for once he hadn’t worn his undershirt, she reached up and grabbed his face, forcing him to look at her.

"Ranma, you’re not taking advantage of me? Okay? Please, believe me! If you had been there, instead of Raetheon, I would have let you take me! I would have!"

"It still..."

"Ranma, I want this." She interrupted. "I’ve wanted this for a while now. Because, I-I lo-like you.. a lot."

Ranma directed an odd look at her. "I might not know a lot, but I know ya don’t sleep with someone ya just ‘like a lot’." He informed her.

She blushed. "Alright... I-I don’t just like you..." she deliberately locked gazes with him. "I love you. Or at least, I don’t think I could keep living if you were gone."

"Akane..."

"It’s okay, Ranma! You don’t have to say anything... it’s okay. All you have to do is be here..."

"Akane.."

"Ranma, really, it’s alright!"

"Akane, dammit! Listen ta me!"

She fell silent.

He looked down, almost shyly. "I-I haven’t... I-I mean, I’m not the best at this kinda thing... I don’t know a lot of fancy words or nothin’ to say this just right. But, I kinda think that maybe, ya know, I might sorta kinda well... l-love ya too... well, maybe anyways. I don’t really know if it’s like what ya read about in books or nothin’. I just... I just think I’m kinda like you... I don’t think I could keep goin’ if somethin’ happened ta ya. I just couldn’t fergive myself!"

Akane smiled through the tears that she suddenly discovered tracing her cheeks. "Ranma, don’t you know? That’s something I’ve wanted to hear for far longer than you would ever believe!" And she leaned forwards and hugged him.

Much to his surprise, he discovered that the long shirt she had been wearing in place of pajamas had somehow mysteriously vanished from her body. When he glanced down, he found his eyes locked to her body. She sat before him clad only in a small pair of panties and a rapidly deepening blush.

"So.. like what you see?" Her question was almost inaudible. "Still think I’m unsexy?"

"N-n-nuh-no..." he mumbled, slowly dragging his eyes up to her face.

"Didn’t think you would." She murmured, pulling at his pants strings.

Climbing down off of the bed, she kneeled before him and pulled his pants off, tossing them to join his shirt and leaving him clad only in a pair of red boxers. She chuckled at the sight.

"Tenting tonight, are we?" she giggled, as his hands instinctively covered his lap.

"Shaddup." He growled in response, blushing darkly.

She was still giggling slightly as she returned to her spot beside him on the bed. Reaching up, she grasped his shoulders and pulled him towards her.

"Come here, you big jerk!" she whispered with a smile cutting the sting out as she leaned back to lie full length along the bed and pulled him down on top of her.

He thrust his arms out to catch himself on instinct, though which instinct he was acting on was in question. His breath caught in his throat fearfully as his rough, callused palm landed upon her breast, causing her to gasp. Her breathing became quicker as he squeezed the soft mound inadvertently in trying to leverage himself up.

"S-sorry..." he whispered, removing his hand as he rolled off to the side.

She gave him a dirty look and grabbed his hand, replacing it upon her breast. "Why? That felt good." She whispered, a smile replacing her frown. "I want this, Ranma. Really. Believe me?"

He gulped and steeled his confidence before finally nodding slowly.

"Then you won’t run away if I do this?" She asked, reaching down and pushing her panties down her hips, exposing her damp center. Leveraging her body up, she squirmed down and pushed them down around her ankles. Then, hooking them with a foot, she pulled them off and allowed them to fall to the floor with a slight rustle. Squirming around, she managed to bring herself back up around to look into his face. His eyes were squeezed shut, but he hadn’t left.

Feeling distinctly mischievous, Akane squirmed about until her head was even with his waist and her legs curled against the bookshelf at the head of her bed. Slipping her hands under the waistband of his boxers, she pulled them seductively as she could off of his body and tossed them to the floor by her own.

Directing her gaze back to the lightly fuzzed area slightly below his waist, she licked her lips slowly. Then, leaning forward, she ran her tongue along the length of his manhood, from the base to the tip, lightly toying with the foreskin with the tip of her tongue. He shuttered, but his eyes remained shut when she looked up at him. Pouting slightly, she reached up and fondled the soft skin of his balls as she slowly engulfed his shaft with her full lips.

This time, his eyes flew open as he felt himself become engulfed by her welcoming mouth. Staring down at where his betrothed suckled at his fleshy lance caused him some level of turn on, but when he realized that the soft, furred mound hovering near his face was what he thought it was, that turn on increased. The slight musk emanating from that mysterious triangle was making him more than slightly light headed.

As he leaned forward to try and get a better fix on what the scent was, his questing nose brushed lightly against the small knob of highly sensitive flesh nestled between the folds of her maidenly flower. She gasped suddenly at the charge of feeling darting through her body at the touch. He gasped at the feeling of the effects of her gasping while his shaft was ensconced in her mouth, causing a dart of air to caress her folds.

Allowing her teeth to scrape lightly against the skin of his pulsing rod as she withdrew her head, she squirmed around until her face was even with his again.

"I see you finally decided to wake up." She teased with a smirk.

"I’ve gotta feeling that I’m not gonna be able to sleep around ya." He murmured back, with a soft smile of his own masking his features.

Wrapping her arms about his chest just under his arms, she rolled over, taking him with her and bringing him back on top as she ended up against the wall. "Plan on doing anything about that?" She asked.

"Maybe what do you have in mind?" He countered.

"Oh.. I’m sure I could think of something." She replied, all too aware of the hard warmth pressing against her thigh just short of her womanhood as she ran a daring foot up his leg.

Leaning down, he made his first step of the night, crushing his lips fiercely against hers. His palm rubbed passionately against her breasts, shoving the soft mound about in rough circles in time with the waves of his passion, causing her to gasp and moan into his mouth. Suddenly he broke the kiss and removed his hand again, causing her to pout, grasp his hand and force it down again hard.

Looking down at her in shock, he spoke. "You like pain?!"

She smiled up at him for a moment before a moan caught her. "I said ... aaah ... that as long as if was you... ohhh ..."

He shook his head slightly in disbelief before rejoining his lips and hers. Suddenly her hands were gone from his neck and hair and were scrabbling down around his waist, one hand wrapping about his shaft, the other fumbling with her folds. For a moment, confusion reigned, then he understood and pushed himself up to help her position him.

For a moment he paused, tip hovering just within the opening of her cavernous depths, causing her to groan.

"Akane, I gotta be sure..." he pleaded.

She growled and pulled his face down to her. "Ranma, I’ve told you I don’t know how many times tonight! I want this! I want you! I want to feel you inside of me! DAMMIT!"

Finally, she just wrapped her arms about his waist and pulled him to her. Startled, he let himself fall. His long sword penetrated her moist lips to the hilt.

After a moment, he recovered from his shock and began moving in the most natural movement known to nature. Their bodies met and parted with a slight sucking sound. His piston dove in and out of her body, slick with their combined fluids. His hands groped her breasts, grasping at her with a ferocity that was only rivaled by the ferocity he displayed in his battle with Saffron almost one year before.

Her legs came up and wrapped around his body, pulling him down faster and harder than before. Then suddenly, as their lips prepared to be locked together, her amazon shriek rent the air as the overwhelming waves of jolting electricity forged their way through her body from her core outwards. He kept pushing at her, somehow continuing to move despite the almost overpowering force of her muscles clamping down on his shaft.

Then, he could no longer hold it within, and with a barely checked roar that came out more as a groan, he let his lifeseed blast into deep into her womb. Time and again in overwhelming spurts. Until finally the duo collapsed against the bed, completely spent.

After sometime, Ranma rolled off and laid beside her, with his head cushioned on her breasts. One hand caressed her stomach as he laid there. For a time there was silence, then Akane spoke.

"What are you thinking about?" she murmured, toying with his hair as the flush slowly faded from her body.

"About the future." He replied, shifting about until he was looking at her face. "What are we going to do, Akane?"

She looked confused. "I don’t understand..."

"If we... if we made a child?" He blushed, but continued. "We didn’t use any protection... we might have..."

Akane sighed and caressed his face. "Don’t worry, Ranma. No matter what happens, we’ll meet it together, right?"

He nodded.

"Then, if... if you’re right... if we did make a child tonight... then..." she paused, looked at him and smiled, "then, that child will be loved. Then we will raise him or her like neither of us got to be raised. With two loving parents who aren’t seriously messed up. That is... if you’ll stay with me?"

"Akane, you know me. I won’t leave you alone like that." He whispered sleepily.

"Yeah, I know..." she muttered, her eyes closing.

Soon after, he joined her in slumber.

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The next morning, she awoke alone around 9:33. For a moment, she looked lost and confused as she realized that she was alone and there were none of his clothing sitting on the floor beside her own where they had left them. Then she spotted the note written in Ranma’s abysmal handwriting sitting on the pillow beside her.

Akane –

Reading it over again, she lifted the neatly folded, crimson silk shirt that the note had been pinned to and pressed it to her bare breast with a smile.

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Author’s note: Okay, now I feel extremely dirty. I am not doing that again... yuck... My first lemon, and my last... gah...

*runs off to wash her eyes and hands...*