To the World and Back
1. From China with Love - Light
Author:
To the World and Back
Warning! Although it has a plot, this story contains a little part of very
explicit lemon. Nothing trashy, but extremely graphic. If youre not 17 or
more (depending on your country), just dont read further Or switch to
chapter 2.
Revision 2.0
Book 1 : From China with Love.
Et lhomme qui court vers la femme quil aime, lui aussi fait tourner le
monde! (And the man running after the woman he loves, this one too makes
the world revolve!)
Benjamen Malaussène, La Fée Carabine,
Chapter 1 : Light.
It was like waking up in an endless sea of light, not even remembering what
was up, what was down. Like being nothing, in the middle of nothingness,
yet feeling like everything. For a while, there was perfect clarity: the
secret of the universe, what is life, where we came from, where were
going, it was like being everywhere in every time.
And then it went away.
Akane woke up, feeling something was amiss. Everything was in order,
though: her room was exactly like she remembered it, her homework done for
the day on her desktop, her gi was draped over her wardrobes door... She
decided to put it on, and get some training in.
Soon she found herself in the dojo, working out ; after a warming up longer
than usual, she got started on kata. The feeling of wrongness got more
pressing : she didnt know why, but her breathing had gotten better, while
her stamina was down. Moreover, her joints were far stiffer than usual, and
it hurt to perform high kicks that were childs play before. Stubbornly,
Akane worked out, trying to reach that state of limberness so good it would
allow her to follow every move of her quicksilver of a fiancé.
On and on, Akane worked out. She wanted to become better, yet this time she
felt that something would require her to be the best she could be. It was
nothing she could pinpoint, only a deep feeling of dread in her guts and in
the darker recesses of her mind. Even losing herself in kata so advanced
she would have made her father cry and raise an eyebrow from Ranma, she
couldnt pierce the veil separating her subconscious from her awareness.
So she tried to beat it down, using such a clarity of focus along with her
rage she started to glow, and to move faster and faster; so much that had
she been wearing the Battle Dogi, it would have made no difference. Yet the
veil proved itself as stubborn as she was, and refused to come down.
And Akane worked out.
Light.
It was like waking up in an endless sea of light.
Yet this time, it was coming from a glaring ray of sun falling through the
curtains to fall on the defenseless eyes of a very weary Akane, instead of
a deep revelation. Every part of her body was sore, even more than when
she...
Wait, what was that? When she... What? She couldnt remember. Every time she
tried to grasp the end of her sentence, her subconscious would send a
backlash of dizziness through her mind, leaving her disoriented, seasick
and even more spent than she was before.
Shaking her head (ouch! Not too much! Where the hell are those bells coming
from anyway?), she started to rise (slooowly! Every bone, muscle, joint and
whatever made her body protested - she wished she were a jellyfish), making
her way to her bath things. She hoped nobody was in the furo, she
desperately needed to loosen the bunch of knots no, the huge knot her
body had become.
And she tumbled on Ranma, who was about to enter her room, his own bath
things in his hands. She wanted to shout at him to get lost, to prove
himself a gentleman and let herself bathe quietly, to start World War III
once again if he looked at her funny...
Instead of that, he rose his bath things, balanced them on his head, and
grabbed Akane gently under her legs and back, bath things and all. Then, he
made his way to the furo, where he grabbed two yukatas and readied them
next to the sliding door separating the laundry room from the bath, still
holding Akane with one arm. He then dragged two stools inside, sat Akane on
one, and started to remove her pajamas.
Akane just couldnt believe what was happening to her; on one side, she was
thrilled. On the other (larger) one, she wanted to pound Ranma so hard hed
look like a tack in the floor. And on the overall, she still hurt too much
to do anything.
Ranma, who had gone out for a while after sitting Akane down and stripping
her, came back inside with a can of balm, and started to rub Akanes
shoulders, back and upper arms, undoing one knot after the other,
efficiently, with only the faintest of pain where Akane was really sore.
When he left an area, it was to work on another group of tense muscles, and
soon Akane found herself floating, warm numbness spread all over herself.
She was dozing off when Ranma started to work on her front, starting with
her legs, the arch of her feet, her toes, then back up her legs...
When he reached her apex, he hesitated only a second and started to work on
the juncture of her leg muscles, being oh so close to her nexus but never
getting there, then he switched directly to her abdominal muscles, before
working a little on her floating ribs, and then he was done...
Akane barely had the time to get out of her bliss, thinking that shed
hammer the baka as soon as her stomach let go of all the butterflies... Then
Ranma started to wash her, scrubbing everywhere, with fast, efficient
strokes, then rinsed her with a bucket of lukewarm water. Akane had to
admit she didnt feel so bad anymore, and considered letting him go without
more than a little bashing, when Ranma grabbed her in a fireman carry and
sat her carefully in the furo. Folding a wet towel, he put it on her
forehead before he turned around and washed himself.
He was rapidly done, and joined Akane in the furo. His sight never left her
face and Akane could only read concern in his gray-blue eyes.
You feelin okay, Akane? That was a nasty training session you must have
gone through to put yourself in that shape!
She hesitated a bit before answering, well I felt stiff before starting,
and everything in me was off; I wanted to get back in shape, and I must
have overdone it. It was silly anyway, it must have come from the training
session we had the day before yesterday...
What are you talking about, Akane? We havent trained together in the last
eight months! You know as well as I do that Mom took me with her to meet
her family in Europe, and after that Pop dragged me off to cross through
all of Asia in an ultimate training trip! And...
Akane started to think. Yes, she was in her senior year at Furinkan High,
so was Ranma, the idiot; she could remember everything she had had to learn
this year, but she couldnt see herself learning it, or working on any
exercise. Every time she tried to remember, the same veil as before would
mask her memories. She knew something could allow her to break this veil,
but nothing came forth.
While Akane had spaced out, Ranma had gotten more and more preoccupied. His
worries overcoming his open mouth insert foot reflex, he got closer to
Akane, shaking her lightly. She apparently shook awake and grabbed him
roughly, holding him close.
Ranma was too aware of their states of nakedness, but didnt dare move, not
even breath. Akane realized it too, but holding Ranma close had made the
veil lift partially. She slowly let go of him, and silencing him, embraced
him once again. This time, he tentatively held her too, and the veil seemed
about to come off of a memory. Not letting go, she looked at Ranma in the
eyes, reading a mix of concern, fear, pride, and beneath all of this a
layer of tenderness she had seen there only once in a while. This look had
always been directed at her one way or another: when he gave her flowers,
when he ate her chocolate for Valentines day, when he had frozen at her
door, seeing her in her wedding dress...
***lemon start here***
Unaware of this, their faces had gotten closer and in a shaky impulse, they
lightly kissed. Not a big kiss, but this small peck let way to a bigger
one, then a full blown kiss, her hands roamed on his back, his were
massaging her hips, their breaths quickened and deepened, their heartbeats
were ringing in their ears, their bodies were pressed together so tightly
no water could remain, yet they held each other closer still, devouring the
others face, neck, hands would squeeze, legs would close on a waist...
Then Ranma rose, carrying Akane in his arms, his fiancée clinging to him
like an octopus, her arousal obvious and his straining, her hips girating
wildly against his manhood... He got both of them out of the bath and sat in
seiza on the ground, Akane sitting on his crossed legs while hers were
around his waist, impatient and demanding.
Not exactly realizing what she was doing, so lost was she in both
sensations and yearning Akane could only feel that Ranma held a partial key
to that veil obscuring her memories, and shed do anything to find it! She
could feel it so close, so close... She rose a bit, guided Ranmas manhood to
her entrance and let herself drop. Stifling a gasp of pleasure, she felt no
pain, only fulfillment, and some vague feeling of déjà vu as Ranmas organ
spread her inner walls...
Light.
Lost in bliss, Akane let herself drop backwards, her back arching
horizontally while Ranma raised his face, his mouth stuck in a rictus of
blissful agony. He rose up to his knees, driving himself harder in Akanes
arched body, little cries of pleasure coming from his fiancée on every
thrust of his manhood, meeting the powerful shoves of her hips half way.
After a while he sped up, driving the sensation forward, when finally he
buckled and let himself go inside Akane.
Akane, feeling Ranmas seed splashing her insides, reached orgasm and came
furiously. At this exact moment, the veil rose on some memory, and Akane
remembered something...
You didnt use protection again, baka!
Happy to finally remember something, Akane drifted off in post coital
bliss, holding her slumped, panting fiancé and lover against her.
*** end lemon ***
Of course, on waking up her old Mallet-sama reflex kicked in and Ranma was
the one in dire need of a massage after that.