Send C&C to: oddball22@hotmail.com Find my stories at: www.geocities.com/kaiphantom2000 DISCLAIMER: You should all know the drill by now. These characters ain't mine, never have been, most likely never will be. I'm just borrowing them for free entertainment purposes only. This the sidestory to Bonds and Connections, chapter 2. If you haven't been reading my series, you may not understand some things. This is a Lemon, meaning if you are under 18 or do not like reading sexual material, stop now. If, on the other hand, you're a voyeristic hentai, then read on! Ranma 1/2: New Challenges Physical Bonding "You can come in now." Ranma had just finished putting out the fire and securing the packs for the night when Akane called to him. There was something in her voice that he couldn't identify, almost a mixture of apprehension and excitement. Nervously, he zipped open the the dome tent and slipped inside. He hadn't really known what to expect, his knowledge of honeymoons being very limited, and he was afraid of asking, since it seemed it was something that everybody was supposed to know. All he knew was that Nabiki had suggested the idea to him. The sight that greeted him inside, however, was enough to freeze all higher-level functions running through his brain. Akane was kneeling on the opened sleeping bags and gazing shyly up at him. Her face was tinged with a nice shade of pink and her hands were folded in her lap. What locked Ranma's brain up was the that as far as he could determine, the only thing she had on was one of his red Mandarin shirts. The overall picture she was portraying, was affecting him in ways that he couldn't describe. Somehow he got the feeling that he was in for an interesting night. "A-Akane?" The raven-haired girl felt the familiar twinge of anger begin to rear it's ugly head, at the sight of her new husband doing a very good imitation of a deer caught in the headlights. [Why is he just standing there!? Is he that repulsed by me, or does he really think...] She forced her ire back down though, not wanting to ruin the moment. Hesitantly, she reached up a hand up to grasp a hold of his. "You can come in, you know," she told him, maybe a little harsher than what she intended. Ranma blinked, then swallowed to quench his suddenly dry throat. "Uh, yeah," was his brilliant response. She pulled him in until he was kneeling in front of her, never once letting his eyes leave hers. She smiled slighty, then released his hand to caress his cheek. In part to relax him and quell his nervousness (and her own), Akane shifted her hand to the back of his neck and pull his face to hers Their mouths met in a gentle kiss, and for several moments, their lips caressed each other until Akane opened her mouth to let her tongue brush against his lips. Brain functions coming back online through actions that had become very familiar to him, Ranma recognized the signal and and mimicked her. He granted her access, even as she did the same to him. After an indeterminate amount of time, Akane pulled back, noting with some relief that he did seem more relaxed and comfortable. Her hands dropped back into her lap and her head turned down to study them. "Ranma, I know you're probably nervous," she said, her voice quavering with the same apprehension. "and so am I, but... I'm your wife now, and I..." She was unable to finish, her facial features becaming more and more crimson as she spoke. "But... if you don't want to, that's okay," she added quickly and quietly. "I don't want to force you to do something you don't want..." It suddenly clicked inside Ranma's brain what was going on, and the thought both scared and excited him at the same time. For the longest time, he didn't have the clearest notion of sex. His father hadn't said much about it, and up until he first arrived at the Tendos, he didn't give it much thought. Then came the eye-opening experience known as Sex Ed, later in the school year. The teacher had brought charts and diagrams and explained it as best as she could, but to Ranma, it still just seemed like a vague concept, something that happened to other people. Then, after leafing through Hiroshi's and Daisuke's wedding gift, the picture became much clearer, adding to his tension. He had wondered if Akane was going to want to do that. And now, here she was, the woman he had finally realized he loved, offering herself to him. Even though he was ignorant most of the time, even he realized how serious this moment was. His tone turned low and even. "Akane? I... I don't mind, but are YOU sure about this?" She gave him a half-smile, as her hands fidgeted in her lap. "We're married, Baka. It's okay for us to do this." Her cheeks took on an interesting (and cute) shade of pink, and in a softer tone, barely above a whisper, she added, "And... I do want to... if you do." "Akane..." Ranma inwardly cursed himself, not knowing what to say. Then, as he his gaze drank her in, he realized words weren't really needed. For the longest time they had known what was in each other's hearts, so that while their words may have been fumbled and misleading at times, they had always known how the other truly felt. Just too scared and prideful to admit it. Deciding to go with action instead, Ranma leaned foreward to kiss her again. Their eyes closed as his arms went around her, even as he felt hers start to stroke his back and shoulders, one hand occasionally toying with his pig-tail. What he wasn't expecting, was for her so suddenly grab a hold of him and fall backwards, pulling him with her. He shot both hands out to steady himself, so that his weight didn't crush her as they landed. Opening his eyes, he was treated to the sight of Akane, gazing coyly up at him, her breath coming a little heavier now. Her hands, which had had been roaming across his back, came around to his front, meeting at the top clasp of his shirt. With a playful grin, she popped the first clasp out of it's holder, then slowly moved onto the next one, wanting to savor the moment. Ranma let it continue, until Akane undid the last one and pulled it open, sliding it off his body. The white tank top underneath was simliarly discarded, and Ranma was bombarded with new feelings as Akane let her hands slide across his chest. They kissed again, once, and Ranma heard Akane whisper into lips. "Well, Mister Saotome, I believe the ball is now in your court..." Nervously, Ranma complied as he sat up on her hips and reached out for her own red, silk Mandarin shirt. Clasps that he had worked for years with ease, suddenly became a task that required all his concentration and skill. One by one, they yielded to clumsy attempts, until the last one was gone and he was pulling her shirt open. Akane pulled her arms out of the sleeves, and then the garment was gone. Akane surpressed the urge to cover herself. He had seen her before, several times, but this time she was openly and consciously displaying herself to him. Ranma was locked onto view of the woman below him, and his gaze wandered down from her face. His first thought being that she had... grown some since he first seen her naked on that fateful day. Her breasts were a nice shade of pink already, with the crimson blush creeping downward from her face. While they had done some petting over the past few months, it was always fully clothed. But now, he finally made contact with her bare left breast, feeling Akane press herself more full into his hand and moan softly. And then Ranma let the hunger that had been clawing at him since he first stepped into the tent, consume him. Normally, his iron control had kept all of his hormonal urges in check, because to do otherwise, would mean giving in to one of the girl's that pursued him. Subconsciously, Ranma had long decided that he, and he alone, would determine who he would love. Akane gasped as Ranma's actions seemed to come like that of another person. His other hand came up to fondle her right breast, even as his lips found hers again. His weight was very nearly pressing all along her, and she could feel something long and thick lying in the cleft between her legs. Heady emotions and sensations pounded through her body. "Oh, Ranma..." she moaned as his hands kneaded her chest and lips danced over her own. Taking control, Akane rolled, forcing him onto his back. His hands never left her breasts; in fact, his right hand tightened a bit, dragging another moan from her. She moved up his body and his lips were forced along her jawbone. Her shuffle upward continued, until his kisses fell into her cleavage. Akane shuddered with the new sensation and she dimly realized that her hips were sliding back and forth along his lower body. His hands flowed down her spine and back, to rest on the firm orbs of her buttocks, holding her to him. She moved down again and caught his mouth with her own, before continuing to trail kisses down his jaw and throat. Flush of face, Ranma watched as she moved further down, playfully flicking his own nipples as her hands roamed his chest. She eventually reached the waistband of his pants, licking her lips nervously. Running her hand lightly over his crotch was sufficient to draw a groan from him. "Akaneee..." She nearly giggled at the reaction, pleased to be able to make him react this way. Then her face turned serious as she gathered her courage for the next task. Her right hand grasped the drawstring and pulled it out as far as it would go. Taking one last glance at Ranma's surprised and anxious gaze, she reached in and grabbed the waistband of both pants and boxers, pulling them down and off his legs. Ranma twitched a bit as his member was freed, then Akane was there, her hand lightly wrapping around it. His body shuddered a little and his eyes closed as she drew another groan from him. Lightly, for fear of hurting him, she slid her small hand up and down, causing him to murmur her name softly again. She smiled to herself, her cheeks flushed with arousal as she stroked him. A very subtle azure luminescence that was Ranma's aura, began to emanate from his body, but due to the task they were consumed with at the moment, neither teen noticed it. After a minute or two, she released him, then slid up his body to kiss him fully once more before Ranma rolled them both over again. With a nod from Akane's crimson-tinged face, Ranma copied her earlier motions by moving down her body, then slowly pulling down her white cotten panties. He found himself transfixed by the sight that greeted him. While he was a girl himself sometimes and had seen `herself' naked, the sight of Akane's nude form in front of him was affecting him in ways he couldn't imagine. Flush of face and already breathing harder, Akane watched as Ranma lifted his hand up to run a finger to touch her directly, drawing a clenched whimper from the girl. Her back arced a little, shivering by the pulse of pleasure firing from her groin to consume her entire being. Her eyelids drifted closed as she savored the sensations. Faintly, a dim crimson glow began to build around Akane as her aura flickered on unconsciously, though again it went unnoticed. The two soundless aura's flickered a faint gold where they brushed against each other, adding to the pleasure and excitement both were feeling, as if the emotions of one were amplified and transmitted to the other. A hand on his eventually stopped Ranma's explorations, and he looked up to see Akane's crimson face gazing back at him. Driven by a wild need, she grabbed his face and sat up, pulling his lips to hers for a high-voltage kiss. He sat up as well and she moved herself into his lap, continuing to kiss him with wild abandon. A sudden pause broke the action for a few precious moments, as they gazed into the eyes of the other, seeing mirrored reflections of love and wonder. Ranma fell down upon her lips once more, and Akane accepted his steamy kiss even while she began to rock her body against him. "Oh man, Akane," Ranma moaned, between fierce kisses, his hands stroking her back and coming to rest on her hips. Despite the flashes of pleasure he was receiving, or because of them, he found himself trying to stroke with her. His heavy breathing combined with hers, and somehow echoed throughout the small tent. Eventually, Akane stopped and sat up on his legs, once more meeting his eyes with her own. "Akane..." Ranma searched for words, but couldn't seem to find any. Akane half-smiled, understanding. "I know, Ranma." She reached down then, and gently wrapped one hand around his member as she moved forward, resting the tip against her opening. Slowly, Akane brought her body down, taking him into herself a little at a time. She whimpered and grimaced slightly with discomfort, being treated to the strange sensation of a foreign object entering her body. She felt as if she would be split apart, but kept going, determination and ecstacy directing her actions. Ranma grasped her by the hips as she lowered herself, a sense of wonder on his face as she slowly engulfed him. Several times she paused, only to continue on, until at last she was fully down and resting on his hips. To him, it was like nothing he had ever felt before. Her warm embrace was one of the most incredible things he had ever experienced. Then Akane rose slightly, bringing her hips back down with a nearly pained squeal. Her eyes were shut tight, and her face showed quite a bit of distress. "Are you alright?" he asked her, concerned, hands flying up to cup her face. Akane brought the back of his hand up to her lips and kissed it, a lone tear escaping her right eye. She smiled wanly for him. "I'm...fine. Just need to get used to it." She lifted herself again, higher this time but not losing the grip she had on him, then smiled more brilliantly when she settled back down. "You feel so wonderful Ranma..." She leaned over to give him another full, steamy kiss. When their lips seperated, Akane began to rise and fall against him, slowly at first, but gaining speed as her body acclimated to the sensations. In no time at all, she was bouncing up and down on his lap, impaling herself over and over again. Whimpers turned into squeals of pleasure, as each downward motion sent hot sparks shooting up her body from their joining. Ranma's eye lids were opening and closing in ectsacy as Akane rode him. His pleasure-fogged mind couldn't recognize much much else besides the girl in front of him, though he was able to see that her pretty face had turned up into a grimace, as if she had just tried one of her own cooking experiments. His gaze then dropped to her pert, bouncing breasts, his hands following his gaze almost of their own will. In her own haze, Akane barely registered Ranma's hands on her chest again, squeezing and kneading her sensitive mounds, adding to the burning flashes of pleasure racing through her body. She could feel her insides tightening, winding up as she pumped her hips up and down on him, and she knew it wouldn't be much longer. Their sense of time was distorted as they connected, their auras sparkling and sizzling against each other. Gold tinges occupied nearly half of their combined glows, but neither one took notice. So intent on becoming one with each other physcically, that they failed to take into account the spiritual bonding that was being woven around their very souls. Ranma noticed Akane's thrusting had suddenly become erratic and his eyes jerked open fully to see her body jerk upwards, before slamming back down, engulfing him fully. She managed one more jerky thrust, only to drop back down again, her back arching while her head was thrown back, sweat flying off her face and her cry of pleasure loud. And then she very nearly collapsed against him. Her orgasm had left him very near his own, but he wasn't quite there yet! In her blissful state, Akane barely felt Ranma roll them both over, never losing their lower connection. Nor did she really feel him spread her legs apart. Only when he began the cycle of stroking in and out of her again did she take notice. "Raaaanmaaaa..." she growled through clenched teeth as pleasure began to spark once again way from the point of heat between her legs. But he could barely hear her, being driven by his own need that burned from deep within his body. He could feel the point of release fast approaching, and planted his hands on either side of her head. Dropping to all fours, he continued to move against and within her, sweat dropping off his body to land onto her chest. Despite the lethargy that was threatening to set in after her first orgasm, Akane kept instinctually thrusting her hips up to meet his, feeling her insides winding up for another powerful contraction. And then Ranma was there, releasing himself in one prolonged grunt, fully engulfed in her depths. "A-Akane!" The liquid fire he gave her was enough to trigger her second climax, and she bucked her hips up against his. The swirl of azure, crimson, and gold that danced around their sweaty forms suddenly exploded in a flash of brilliant light. Which would have been seen, had their eyes had been open. As Ranma collapsed against Akane, their respective auras dimmed back down to near imperceptible levels. After several deep breaths, he rolled off her, sensing his weight would be to much. Akane lazily rolled over and cuddled up to his side. For the next few minutes, the only sound was that of their heavy breathing, that was slowly losing volume as time passed. Akane studied the face of her husband, unable to stop the contented smile that appeared on her lips at the sight of his blissful look. His fingers stroked feathery light upon the back of her shoulders and neck, while her own traced paths on his cheek and chest. Finally, Akane got up the strength to timidly ask, "Um, how... was it?" Ranma's face reddened as he chuckled, once. "Heh, it was quite a workout," He yawned, suddenly feeling quite exhausted. Akane blinked. "That's it?" She supposed she would have been angry, if the combined afterglow and intimacy of the moment didn't overrule that emotion. "Um, well how was it for you?" Ranma asked quickly, trying to divert attention. Akane snuggled tight against him, laying her head in the crook of his arm. "It was wonderful," She sighed dreamily, then felt a few more tears form in her eyes, and sniffled a bit. "After all this time... I just... I've wanted... *needed* this. Oh, Ranma..." And she had. For the longest time she had feared a man's touch, ever since the boys at school had attacked her. If one of them could defeat her, he would have been strong enough to do anything to her, and she couldn't have stopped him. Then along comes Ranma who is stronger than her, and she became even more scared. But over time, she came to realize that he would never force himself on her, or do anything without her consent. "Hey, are you crying again?" He lifted his finger to her cheeks, and found the moisture seeping out of them. "These are those tears of happiness, right?" She slugged him, lightly. "Yes, Baka!" Relieved, Ranma hugged her closer, and told her in a quiet voice, "Well, I guess I gotta say it was pretty good for me, too. It was incredible... like nothing I've ever experienced before." A relaxed smile made it's way onto her face, even as her eyelids fluttered closed. "That's exactly how I feel. Thank you, Ranma." She settled against him then, savoring the feel of his body against hers, and feeling the touch of Morpheus carrying her away. "Goodnight, husband." Ranma grinned happily, some part of him weirded out by all that had happened, but oddly content and gladdened. He laid a kiss upon her brow, then whispered softly, "Goodnight, wife." ---------------------------------- Author's notes: So, was it as good for you as it was for me? After much writing, I decided to go with more romantic and less graphic descriptions, trying to convey the emotions and overall experience being projected. My inspiration for this, comes mainly from the works of Jamie and Bridget Wilde, and the lemon scenes depicted in "Chasing the Wind" and "The Saotome Gambit." So if you see a phrase here and there that looks familiar, I stole it from them. Gomen nasai Mr. and Mrs. Wilde-san if you are offended, but they do say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. The whole business with the auras is importent, if you haven't sensed it by now, so just something to keep in mind... Anyway, this is actually my second lemon, as the first one (unrelated to this series) was never published anywhere. I may publish it in the future, but I need to work on it a bit more. We'll see... You may now return to my regularly scheduled fanfic, Bonds, Chapter 3!