Sigh... Well, I've had problems, both personal and technical, and so all my stuff has been delayed. The personal problems some of you know about, the technical has been software difficulties which had my word processor acting wierdly. Return of the Sisters, Chapter 12, will be out soon- I just need to write one paragraph more. However, I've got a job now (that takes even more time than school did), so I'm not going to have much writing time during the week. That said, a little explaination about this piece. It was written several weeks ago, and rereading it now I think it's pretty stupid (and I don't like the ending). But, since I'm not in the mood to fix it up or rewrite it or anything (and don't have the time to spend on it anyway) I figured I'd send it out as is. It's NOT going onto RAAC unless I recieve a LOT of useful c&c (praise is welcome, but not particularly useful). One more thing. This is a lemon, but I was trying to write it in a language I thought fit the (english translation) speech of the Ranma characters, so I don't think there are very many very explicit words in here. Call it expirimental. (I have better lemons (darker, too) half-finished... they're on hold until Return of the Sisters is finished or stalled again... please don't judge my lemon skills on this) Oh, I'm sure I've forgotten some things... ah, well. Haven't We Done This Before? Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Ranma, Rumiko Takahashi does. Oh, and this is a lemon, so don't read this if you're underage (21 in some areas, but 18 in most). My, this is a pathetic disclaimer, isn't it? Ranma and Akane sat across the table from one another, looking down. After what had happened upon coming home from school, they weren't quite sure how to act towards one another. "I suppose... it was inevitable," Ranma began. It had all started after the failed wedding. When the smoke finally cleared, Shampoo and Ukyou had been arrested for disturbing the peace and attempted murder, the Nannichuan water (probably the last little bit of pure Nannichuan out there) had been drunk by Happosai, and Ryouga had left to find Akari. Ranma and Akane had a nice, normal day at school the next morning, running to school side-by-side, feeling relaxed now that the threat of an instant wedding was over. With Ukyou and Shampoo in jail, the Kunous still recovering from the previous night, and Ryouga who knows where, they had a wonderful day at school. Both were stunned to find a justice of the peace at the dojo when they got home from school, carrying a wedding certificate and a copy of his credentials. Nabiki was there as well, explaining that the wedding the previous day was merely to draw all the nutcases out so that the REAL ceremony could be conducted the next day. Minutes later (after some prompting by Nodoka's katana), Ranma and Akane were officially man and wife. After a (very brief) celebration, their families left for Nodoka's (recently repaired) house, saying that they'd be back in two weeks. The suddenness of it all still had Ranma and Akane stunned. "Yeah, inevitable," Akane answered, sighing. Ranma frowned. "I wonder why they left us alone, though. They NEVER give us any privacy! Why would they start now?" Akane looked at him in disbelief. "Ranma, are you REALLY that clueless? What do you THINK they left here for?" Ranma blinked as Akane continued, "Why do most OTHER married couples need privacy on their wedding nights?" A look of revelation slowly crossed Ranma's face, and then he blushed. "Oh... you don't mean they expect us to..." Akane nodded, looking at him nervously. 'She doesn't look too enthusiastic about the prospect, does she?' Ranma thought, noticing her nervousness. "I don't know WHY they would think that- I'd never do something like that with a tomboy like you!" "WHAT?!" Akane shrieked, pulling out her mallet and raising it above her head. 'No, wait... he's your husband now- you shouldn't be hitting him over the head... no matter how much he deserves it.' She looked at Ranma, cringing in preparation of her strike with his eyes closed. A small smile went up on her face. 'The last time I didn't hit Ranma when he was expecting me too, I remember him being so surprised that he kept teasing me until I did. I sometimes wonder if he WANTS me to hit him all the time... maybe he gets turned on by it.' Her face blanched. 'Well, we are married now... if he's into that sort of thing, maybe-' "Hey, what're you waiting for?" Ranma asked, opening his eyes. "Are you going to hit me, or not?" Akane frowned. "I think not, tonight. Think of it as a wedding present." She stuck her tongue out at him. "Of course, you aren't getting anything ELSE from me tonight..." "Like I'd want anything from you," Ranma smirked. 'Well, I would want something, but its nothing you'd ever give me...' Akane fumed. "Like you'd have the guts-" Akane stopped, realizing what she was saying. Ranma blinked. 'Was that a... challenge?' Then he remembered another time Akane said something remarkably similar. "Um... haven't we done this before?" Akane looked at him oddly. "You know, the figure skating contest?" Akane snorted, remembering. "Yeah, and you wimped out then, too!" Mentally, she malleted herself, thinking, 'Why are you doing this? You're just going to goad him into... into... sleeping with you...' Ranma growled, "Hey! I didn't 'wimp out!' I've NEVER 'wimped out.' We were interrupted!" "Yeah, right," Akane laughed, getting into the argument. "You just never had the guts to kiss me! I bet you REALLY don't have the guts to give me a NORMAL 'wedding night.'" Ranma was caught up in it as well. "Oh, yeah? Well, you keep talking like that and I just MIGHT!" "Oh, Yeah? Well, you just go ahead and try it, Ranma!" Ranma gulped, realizing what they were talking about. "Uh... you sure?" Akane was still a little defiant, having forgotten what it was she was goading him into. "Well, sure! I dare you to do it, if you think you can!" "Uh... okay..." Ranma couldn't shake the feeling of deja vu he was getting. "But only because you told me to..." He crawled over on his hands and knees over to sit next to her and frowned. "Um... are you sure you want to do this? I mean, shouldn't this be done only if you, I don't know, actually LIKE the other person?" 'But... I DO like you, Ranma...' she thought to herself. However, not wanting to scare him away by saying that, she only said, "Hmph! So I'm not good enough to act as your wife, is that it?" "That's not it at all!" Ranma denied hotly. "It's just... are you sure you don't mind, Akane? If you don't mind... then... I don't mind." Both of them paused for a moment, looking down at where their knees were nearly touching. This time, however, they were interrupted by no whirring cameras, no nosy relative, and no angry suitors, and so the moment continued. Akane looked up at Ranma and smiled shyly. "Ranma... We're married now, so... I mean, there's no one else who... I mean...." She suddenly discovered she had no idea what she was trying to say, other than, "I... don't mind." Realizing what she'd just given him permission to do, she took it one step further, changing her smile to an impish one and saying, "As long as you have the guts to actually make a move on me..." Ranma looked into Akane's eyes, shocked to hear that she would allow such a thing. Slowly, he started to move towards her, leaning forwards until his face was inches away from hers. She nodded, and Ranma slipped in and brushed his lips against hers. The light kiss almost tickled Akane across the mouth, leaving her slightly disappointed at its brevity, but was soon followed by a second kiss, one a little more deeper than the first, that gave her goosebumps. The third kiss was even deeper, Akane moving a little to accept it better, making it all the more intense. While kissing, Ranma moved his arms around Akane and started to slide them up and down her back. At first, Akane thought he was searching along her back for a bra strap, but even after he had obviously felt that his hands still seemed to be 'looking' for something. Breaking their seventh kiss, Ranma broke contact and leaned back, studying her intently. Akane was surprised and a little annoyed that Ranma stopped- she'd just been getting really into it when he pulled away. Missing the look of confusion on his face, she sighed despondantly and said, "Well, I guess I gotta give you credit for actually kissing me- I never thought you would be able to bring yourself to do that. What'll it take, another year before you'll build up the courage to-" "Hey!" Ranma broke in, angry that Akane was questioning his bravery. "It's not like that! I was just..." Ranma's voice trailed off, and he broke into a sweat, nervous about saying what he was doing. "Um, I was, uh... just... trying to, um... figure out, uh... howtotakeyourdressoff..." Akane blinked, stunned. 'Ranma's really willing to... go that far with me?' Then she frowned as another thought occured to her- was he lying. "Hey, I've seen you wear these school uniforms before- don't you know how to take it off?" As she said it, the got a little annoyed at the realization that her wedding dress was something that she wore almost twice a week- how would she keep it apart from her other dresses? Ranma looked down sheepishly. "Well, I think mine's a little different- it has this zipper in the back, and you don't have one on yours..." Akane blinked. "Oh, you must have bought one of the newer ones. I've been stuck with Nabiki's hand-me-downs, which are allowed by the school rules but also a little different from most new ones. This one is fastened by a bow in back." She looked at the still nervous Ranma curiously. 'I can't believe he doesn't know how to take a dress off- he's a girl half the time, after all. He's probably just trying to come up with an excuse to get out of this. Well, let's see what happens when I take away that excuse...' Reaching for the seemingly decorative piece of blue lace on her back, she smiled at him with mock sweetness. "Don't worry, Ranma, I'll take care of it..." Ranma's eyes widened in shock as Akane shrugged out of the vest portion of the dress, letting it slide off her shoulders and down onto the ground. Standing up, the skirt portion of her uniform, still connected to the vest, slid down her long smooth legs to the ground, leaving Akane in a blouse, a pair of stockings, and her underwear. Several thoughts crossed Ranma's mind as he stared at the partially clothed girl before him. 'Is this the same Akane who I've known this past year or so?' 'Wow, she's got better legs than any of the other girls I've met, doesn't she?' 'That Hello Kitty pattern on her panties is an even sillier design than the polka-dotted one.' 'I can't believe she did that!' 'You know, like that, she looks very cute... and VERY sexy...' "Akane," Ranma hesitated, putting his hands on her shoulders and gently pushing her back down into a kneeling position. "I... will do this. But ONLY if you really want me to... this isn't something we can take back, you know... if we go any further..." Akane answered by kicking off her stockings. "Ranma, we're married... whether we like it or not, we are. We need to do this at some point... and if you're ready for it, then..." 'So... Akane's only getting me to do this because she feels honor-bound to...' Ranma thought, disappointed. 'But she is right...' he sighed, 'We are going to have to do this sooner or later... and besides, she's saying I'm going to wimp out! That's like a challenge, and I NEVER ignore a challenge...' "Then we might as well do it now," he sighed. Forcing a smile, he continued, "You know, if I was as much a pervert as you claim I am, I might actually enjoy this..." Ranma's teasing remark struck Akane in a way that started to make her feel a little guilty. 'I'm pressuring him into doing this too fast,' she thought as Ranma started unbuttoning her blouse clumsily. 'I mean, he doesn't seem to want to do this. He probably thinks it's his 'duty' or something, after what I said to him, and he probably really ISN'T perverted enough to enjoy s...sex (did I actually think that word?) with someone who he doesn't ca... er, want to have it with. I mean, I tease him about it, but I know most of the time he doesn't do anything that justifies m-' Akane's thoughts were stopped dead when Ranma, having unbuttoned the blouse and removed enough of it to allow his hands to slip in and remove her bra. Ranma blinked. 'Well, they're... bigger... than I remembered.' He reached his finger out slowly towards her now accessible tits. 'Wish I had some soap or something.' Ranma knew a bit about women's breasts. During the first time he was stuck as a girl, when Cologne used the Cat's Tongue on him, he learned certain ways to bring pleasure to a woman. He had been forced to use only cold water when he bathed, and he found the cold hardened his nipples a bit. At the time, he had no idea what was going on inside him. Experimentally, he probed his own breasts to see what was actually going on. He'd been lathering up in preparation of washing, and his hands left soapy trails glistening all over his skin, but he found nothing more happening as the clinical touches he performed were doing nothing. Soon, however, he began to experience the same feelings again as he continued to clean himself- running the soap over his still somewhat hard nipples jolted him a little. Curious, he continued to rub the soap all over his breasts, applying varying amounts of pressure to various places and in various motions. His experimentation generated a tremendous amount of... different... feelings to explode through his body. It wasn't until he noticed the growing moisture in his other female part. Ranma might have been a little stupid sometimes, but he quickly realized that what he was doing was somewhat perverse, and so quickly stopped himself and doused the fires that had been generated by dumping a tub of water over himself, rinsing away the soap and cleaning him off in the process. In future cleaning sessions as a girl, he took special care to avoid making anything other than the most clinical contact with the parts of his breasts which have given him the most... stimulation- the aereolas and especially the little nubs on end. 'How do women clean themselves there without turning themselves on, anyway?' Ranma thought idly as he made his first intentionally sexual move on his new wife, cupping her left breast with his outstretched hand. At first, Akane was shocked simply because Ranma had brought himself to touch her in that way, but when his hand drew back and he started rubbing her nipple with the knuckle of his forefinger, she was shocked for a different reason. 'Why, this seems familiar,' Akane thought, closing her eyes and enduring the mild but still pleasurable attentions of her husband. 'In fact... this seems a lot like what I've done to myself in the shower... He seems to know just how to do this, even if he is a little nervous and clumsy about it. Almost like he's done this before... oh... OH! He HAS done this before! He's practiced on himself! Why, he IS the pervert I accused him of being!' She paused in her angry rantings for a moment, thinking about how his hands weren't administering even close to the right amount of pressure. 'Still, he doesn't seem to know how to do it to ANOTHER woman... at least he hasn't cheated on me yet...' Ranma, meanwhile, was wondering what to do next. 'Okay, I know I'm not doing this too well... I could probably get this better if I was behind her, but I don't think this alone will be enough for Akane.' He sighed, realizing he had only one choice now. "Um, Akane... what do you want me to do next?" "Well, first of all," Akane began, a little frustrated, "You can realize I'm not just a porcelain doll, and rub me harder, and with both hands- as it is, it feels like you're trying to tickle me with a feather." Ranma blushed, and brought up his other hand, making the same spiralling motion around her aereolas, slowly contracting the circles towards her little pink nubs teasingly. And this time, he leaned in to add a little pressure. Akane closed her eyes, feeling her pleasure growing. "Hmmm..." she moaned. Ranma grit his teeth. 'Well, she might not want to do this... but at least she seems to be enjoying it. Well... no matter how she might feel about me, I want her to get everything she can from this... but I'm not going any further than she wants me to. I don't care if I enjoy this or not, but SHE will...' He looked at her closed eyes, and said, "So... what else do you want me to do?" Akane opened her eyes, looking at Ranma's still clothed state. "Just keep doing what you're doing for a minute..." Reaching up, she started fumbling with the buttons on Ranma's shirt, accidentally popping the top button off and tearing the fabric as she did. 'Sheesh, it's hard to do this to someone else's clothes,' she thought as she succeeded in unbuttoning the next one without causing any more damage to the poor mangled clothing. 'Especially when you're nervous... Ranma, I'm going to make sure you're satisfied before I start to worry about myself... I want to make sure you think we're really married before this night is out.' Akane, fueled by her determination, got frustrated with the stupid shirt and just tore it off of Ranma, tossing it aside. For a brief moment, Ranma stopped massaging her breasts, before redoubling his effort as Akane advanced towards him. She closed the distance quickly, sacrificing Ranma's delicious touch on her breasts for the sake of pushing Ranma further. She grabbed Ranma's undershirt and started to yank it over his head, forcing him to raise his arms or lose another piece of clothing. Once his bare chest was completely exposed, Akane wrapped her arms around him, and started to kiss him wildly. Ranma accepted the kiss at first, but was stunned when Akane opened her mouth and stuck her tongue into his face. After a split second, she had forced his lips apart and started exploring his mouth with her tongue. Ranma countered with his own tongue, trying to push out the invader. The two people engaged in the kiss had very different ideas about what it was. To Akane, she was finally kissing a man in a way she had only seen people in certain movies she had seen kiss. To Ranma, who never saw those kinds of movies because he thought they were all too sappy, Akane had gone crazy and was trying some wierd martial arts attack using her tongue against him- maybe trying to his a pressure point inside his mouth or something. Akane removed her arms from around Ranma one at a time while she finished taking off her blouse, being much more careful with it than she had been with Ranma's clothes. Still, when it was off, it went flying across the room, and her arms returned to their position behind her husband. She squeezed him tightly, crushing her mammaries into him with relish, sending pleasant tingles all through her body. For a brief moment, all Akane cared about was rubbing her's and Ranma's naked chests together, until she remembered her silent vow to make sure Ranma was pleasured before she was. Still, she had to make herself ready for him, and this was as good a way as any... Ranma, meanwhile, was having difficulty breathing. Between the tongue he was battling in his mouth and Akane's arms crushing all the air out of his chest while she forcibly rubbed her breasts along his chest (Oddly, he noted, instead of the trouble this was causing him to breath, the way her small nipples were visible if her looked down while she pushed downwards and were hidden when she pushed upwards) he was starting to get lightheaded, and was beginning to wonder if he would survive this experience. Still, the way Akane was practically forcing herself upon him almost made it worth it... Akane's next move was for his pants. Now getting into what she was doing, she tried to just tear them off of him, but failed to account for the drawstring. Ranma, feeling a tugging at his waist, realized what Akane was trying to do, and reached into his pants and pulled out the drawstring, slipping his pants down in a flash (saving another piece of clothing from Akane's fierce attack) and kicking them through a nearby paper wall. He was not able to save his boxers, though, as her hands (reaching perilously close to his manhood) successfully destroyed the elastic band and pulled apart the seam, tossing the ruined underwear through another wall. Akane finally broke off the kiss and pulled back to look at the now completely naked Ranma. She had never seen any men completely naked before except for him, and so had no way of knowing if he was as well endowed as a man as he was a woman, but it had the same proportions as the drawings she had seen in her sex ed class two years beforehand, and so was about the size she had expected. Looking at him, she briefly considered something she had heard about in the aforementioned class- oral sex. It was, she was sure, the fastest way to make sure Ranma enjoyed himself tonight, but... well, she didn't think she would get anything from it, and it sounded pretty gross to her. Besides, knowing her, she might do something wrong and accidentally hurt him. She also considered just using her hand, rubbing it along his length, but she knew Ranma would probably take it as an insult- as a way of saying she wasn't willing to go all the way with him. Besides, her hand might get... messy... if she tried that. Resolved in her course of action, Akane removed the one last piece of clothing she wore- her panties. Tossing them away (with less force than either of the last two articles of clothing) she heard them make a slightly wet 'plop' as they struck the ground. 'Huh,' she thought. 'I guess I was more excited about this than I thought.' Wrapping her arms around the back of Ranma's neck, she stared into his eyes and took a deep breath. "Ranma, I want... I want you to enter me, now..." Ranma heard the nervousness in Akane's voice, but took it for something else. 'She's not ready yet, is she? No, I'm pretty sure that's not the problem... considering the sound those panties of hers made, she's been ready for a while. It's ME she's worried about... well, she might not like me very much, but I'll do my best to make sure Akane is satisfied before me. I don't want her to... hate... having to be married to me. I want her to have at least something about this whole situation she likes...' The thought of just what that 'something' was made Ranma blush. Akane saw the blush and, of course, misinterpreted it. 'Damn... looks like I'll have to lead again- he's too nervous to make the next move.' When Ranma felt her trying to push him down, he backed up surprised. "Hey! Whadya think you're trying to do?" Akane gritted her teeth in frustration, then released a deep breath to try to control her temper. "As I said, I want you to... enter me. I can't think of how to do that standing up..." That was a lie. She COULD think of a way to do it standing up, but she couldn't think of one which she could do without Ranma helping her get into position. "So I was trying to get you to lay down." Ranma's blush grew. "Oh... Uh, okay..." He looked uncertain for a moment. 'I'm going to need to take charge if she's going to be satisfied before me... and now is the perfect opportunity.' With that thought, he set his jaw with determination and advanced upon Akane. Akane was stunned as she felt Ranma knock her over, slip between her legs, and, without even looking down, thrust his hips forward, aiming to impale her with his shaft... ....and missing completely, sliding it between her butt cheeks. Akane knew about anal sex from her sex ed class (and thought it was one of the most disgusting things she could imagine- for one thing, it would hurt, and for another, it probably would get VERY messy...) but even she knew Ranma wasn't trying to go for that. Still, better safe than sorry. "Ranma! Pay attention to where you point that thing- be sure you get it in the right hole!" Without protest, he drew back and thrust forward again, still missing but this time going too high and hitting her belly button with his manhood after sliding past her lightly-haired lower lips (sending shivers up Akane's spine). "Uh..." Ranma began, uncertain about what he was doing wrong. "Men!" Akane puffed. "And here I thought having a female body might actually make you half-decent at this! I should have known." With that, she decided she'd had enough of his incompetence, and she was going to take charge. Ranma yelped in pain as she roughly grasped his staff and pushed him back a few inches, and yelped again (but for a different reason) as she repositioned him and shoved him inside. Ranma blinked as he saw the look of untainted pleasure on Akane's face. "Akane... shouldn't that have hurt you?" Akane laughed, surprised to find that she was REALLY enjoying the feeling of his length being embraced by her tunnel. "If I were a demure housewife like Kasumi and not the 'tomboy' you accuse me of being, maybe. My martial arts training- especially my high kicking- has gotten rid of most of the trouble. Now get your mind back on what you should be doing." Ranma, now that the shock of Akane's fierce actions had worn off, was also starting to enjoy the gripping sensation that he felt all along his manhood, but knew that they BOTH needed more than just that in order to get anything out of this. Very cautiously, he drew back. Akane gasped, never having had such feelings inside her before, as Ranma drove himself forwards and back again. Still, though, she felt he was going too slow- she was losing the sensations he was giving her between pumps. "You're going too slow, Ranma! Faster!" Ranma paused in mid-draw and looked into Akane's eyes. "Huh?" Akane puffed a deep breath of frustration between her teeth. "Ranma, you are one of the best martial artists in the world largely because of your speed. Surely you can move faster than that!" Ranma blinked, then started up again, slowly accelerating. Intent on increasing his wife's pleasure, he started massaging her breasts again in little circles. 'I can't believe we're actually doing... IT,' he thought. Akane was thinking much the same thing as she squirmed under Ranma's attentions, closing her eyes and wondering what was going to happen next. Ranma, himself, didn't know where to take it- all he knew was to keep going until Akane was satisfied, or told him to do something else. She seemed to know what she wanted, after all. He closed his eyes himself in order to concentrate on the sensations... Ranma slowly felt himself losing control. 'NO!' he thought violently as his body tried to tell him to release into Akane. 'Akane's right- I'm one of the best martial artists in the world. I should have COMPLETE control over my body- and that includes being able to hold this off until she's ready.' With that, he started breathing exercises in order to concentrate his chi. Unknown to him, he started glowing dimly. Akane opened her eyes in surprise as Ranma moved his hands up to her shoulders, pinning her down. She noticed his aura forming, and started to say something in surprise. However, his chi was starting to warm his body up as well, and the sudden increase of heat transferring from his loins to the center of her pleasure was more than she could handle without response. Before she could say anything, her words were cut off by her own moans. Unable to ask Ranma why he was glowing, she tried to rationalize it out herself. 'He must be trying to keep himself from realizing that I'M the one he's having s...sex with- maybe some meditation technique or something. Well, if I can just keep from releasing, I bet you'll wear yourself down and be FORCED to realize who you're with, Ranma. Besides, I said I'd make sure you were satisfied first, so...' With that resolution in her mind, Akane began to glow as well. The result was a nearly painful amount of heat wherever they touched- though in certain spots, that pain was a pleasure all its own. As Ranma continued pistoning in and out of Akane, a thin sheen of sweat formed all over him. Akane's arms, which had been supporting him above her, lost their grip and slipped over his skin, sliding across his chest before falling to the ground, hands against her own bent knees. The sweat on Ranma started to bead over where Akane's hands had past, and the little drops rolled down his skin, past his chest, and joined up at the little soft patch of skin right below the adam's apple. Gravity finally had its say, however, and the now much larger ball of sweat fell off his skin, as hot as it could get. It landed right on Akane's nipple and rolled its way around it. However, it didn't last long- the fierce chi she and Ranma were putting out produced quite a furnace between the two. The sweat literally boiled away, tickling the little nub at the end of Akane's breast. Akane whimpered at the sensation. 'Dammit, girl,' she cursed herself angrily. 'I can't let such a simple thing as that make me lose control... at least not until I'm done with Ranma. Hmm... maybe I can speed things up...' Using muscles she had never really used before, Akane tried to massage Ranma's staff. After all, if he felt her grip suddenly become tighter, might that not snap him out of his self-inflicted trance? Akane's plan backfired as she discovered that the sensations increased with each flex she attempted. In fact, it nearly broke her concentration, sending Akane to a higher state of blissful ecstasy than she had ever been before. Akane couldn't see, couldn't hear, couldn't smell, and couldn't feel anything- except in three spots on her body. From those three spots, two at her chest and on between her legs, sensations were descending upon her rapid-fire. The intense burning heat of their combined auras and the pleasure of Ranma inside her was all she could think about. Akane could hold it no more. Thinking to herself 'Damn, I failed,' she released her chi and allowed the sensations to overtake her. Her first contraction was intense and powerful, and before she had finished her first orgasm, she had passed out. Ranma opened his eyes, stunned at the spasms Akane was sending against him. Was she okay? Had he hurt her? 'WHOA!' he thought to himself. His concentration broken by his fear for Akane, all the sensations, in their ferocious intensity, descended upon him at once. Instinctively, he drove himself forward, burying his manhood inside of the body of the woman beneath him less than a second before the liquid life inside of him burst out, flooding her with such power Ranma feared he was hurting her. Before he could check on her to make sure he wasn't, however, he passed out as well, releasing his chi as well. The next morning, the Kunous and a recently released-on-bail Ukyou and Shampoo all made their way towards the Tendou home in a fury, having heard (from Nabiki) of the second, and this time successful, wedding attempt. Beneath the rubble from Ranma and Akane's mutual release of chi, they found a sleeping couple, holding each other's nude bodies in peace, smiles on their faces... Needless to say, that peace was VERY short-lived. EPILOGUE: Once more, Ukyou and Shampoo were in prison, and with them were the two Kunou siblings. After having made quick repairs to the Tendou estate, they retreated for the day into THEIR room (formerly Akane's room) to talk. "Akane..." Ranma began, sitting down on the bed next to her. "What do you really feel about our marriage?" Akane blinked. "After last night, what do you think?" Ranma frowned. "That you view this as a duty, something which you are only doing so as to keep your family happy, and that, while you might be able to tolerate... sharing a bed, it still is something you don't like." Akane's jaw dropped. "Wh- what? How in the WORLD could you think that?! I mean, I did everything I could to make you think that I... that I wanted to do it..." Ranma nodded. "Yeah, I got that. But I also got the feeling that you only wanted to because we were married, and wanted to get it over with." Akane gritted her teeth. She had done everything she could think of to make Ranma think that she wanted him, and he missed it all completely, thinking that she was just having sex with him as a chore. Slowly she reached back to draw the mallet. Then she stopped, realized that violence was not the answer here. At least, not that kind of violence. *SLAP* "I can't believe you think that I'm the kind of woman who would sleep with a guy just because of 'duty.' I would NEVER do something like that! In fact, I would never sleep with anyone who I didn't lo..." Akane stopped. She had meant to tell him off, but to admit this? Was she ready? Seeing Ranma's widening eyes, she figured she had to. "Who I didn't LOVE. Now, does THAT tell you how I feel about the marriage?" Ranma was too shocked to answer. "I mean, YOU sent out more signals of reluctance than I did..." "Akane..." Ranma began, amazed. "I didn't want you to make a mistake you would regret... I... care about you, and wouldn't want you to do something that you'd regret... and I didn't want you to love me just because I loved you. Remember Shinnosuke? You told him that you might be able to love him, when he said he loved you... I was thinking... I mean, well..." He drew a deep breath. "Akane, you know I told you I loved you at Jusendo. I denied it because I don't want you to force yourself to love me..." Akane's eyes watered. "But I'm NOT forcing myself to love you... I'd NEVER 'force' myself to love you... so..." "So we were so scared about all of this because..." Ranma gaped. Akane laughed a few seconds after it had all sunk in. "Well, now that we've gotten rid of our fears, Ranma, what do you say we start over? And this time... let's not destroy half the room... oh, and this time, whadya say we try and stay awake afterwards?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- --- Sir Desaix, member # 116 of the Knights of the True Fiancee desaix@sysnet.net http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Acropolis/7872 fanfics available at http://www.geocities.com/Athens/Acropolis/7872/fanfics.htm