To the World and Back

1. From China with Love - Light

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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 you’re not 17 or more (depending on your country), just don’t read further – Or switch to chapter 2.

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Book 1 : From China with Love.

“Et l’homme qui court vers la femme qu’il 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 we’re 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 wardrobe’s 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 didn’t 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 child’s 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 couldn’t 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 couldn’t 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 couldn’t believe what was happening to her; on one side, she was thrilled. On the other (larger) one, she wanted to pound Ranma so hard he’d 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 Akane’s 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 she’d 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 didn’t 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 haven’t 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 couldn’t 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 didn’t 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 Valentine’s 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 other’s 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 she’d do anything to find it! She could feel it so close, so close... She rose a bit, guided Ranma’s 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 Ranma’s 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 Akane’s 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 Ranma’s seed splashing her insides, reached orgasm and came furiously. At this exact moment, the veil rose on some memory, and Akane remembered something...

“You didn’t 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.