Mounting a Protest
Real Akane

Standard fanfiction disclaimers apply.
Author's notes: This is an AU, so it is inherently ooc… be warned. Also, 
the premise of the story based on actual events, so some little details 
aren't included to confuse or complicate the story… they just actually 
happened.
~*~

Akane grinned wider than she had in weeks when she heard the beeps.  She 
had a new message, and something in her gut said that she knew exactly who 
this call was from.  She dialed the number to check her college's 
voicemail system and listened intently.  Sure enough, "Hey, Akane, this is 
Ranma..."  She loved it when she was right, and particularly this time.  
Over the summer, she had worked at a camp as a counselor, and one of the 
summer staff was her very own Ranma.

Laid back and very humorous, Ranma was a lot of fun.  A little too strong 
and agile for his own good, he tended to do very dangerous things and not 
get hurt.  He was very mature in his masculinity, and thus did not give 
off the vibe of being macho.  That being said, he liked to do acrobatics 
to pass his time when he was bored, like walking on his hands.  He 
couldn't sing on key but he got into the camp songs with such joy that no 
one really minded.

Over the summer, Akane became increasingly more enamored with him.  Ranma 
had many of the same values as her and they often enjoyed the same things, 
so when they weren't working, they were often off doing things together.  
When Ranma wasn't on lifeguard duty they wrestled in the pool.  Akane was 
extremely strong for her size and had incredible balance, so when they 
tried to dunk each other, they were fairly evenly matched because Ranma 
couldn't bring himself to put all his strength into it.  After all, he 
didn't want to hurt her.  Of course, after she eventually did dunk him, he 
had to remind himself not to underestimate her (it could be dangerous).  
From the beginning, he learned that she was not one to be babied; if she 
hurt herself, she sucked it up like a guy.  So he respected that, and when 
she punctured her shin on a rock while playing in the river, he didn't 
rush to her aid.  Instead, he watched for her to tell him if she needed 
help, but didn't stray more than a few feet from her the rest of outing.

Ranma was a very naturally flirty and affectionate person.  Even though he 
enjoyed hugging everyone, he was especially fond of hugging Akane.  When 
he found out about her shirt that said "hug me," he hugged her every time 
she wore it.  Then one of the camp's shirt for the little kids was quite 
cute with a little s'more picture on it.  It said "I'm special! Squeeze me 
s'more!"  When they got the largest kid size, Akane had to buy one because 
it was soooo cute.  Of course, Ranma couldn't resist this, either.  He 
picked her up in a hug, put her down, but instead of letting go, 
immediately picked her up again.  "It says s'more; that means I don't have 
to put you down!" he had said.  Despite the fact that it delighted Akane 
to no end, it often turned into a game of cat and mouse with protests 
"no!!!" as she ran away without any real effort.  After all, everyone knew 
that she could outrun him with any amount of real effort, as long as she 
had a head start, the distance runner in her would get the better of him.  
One week, he eyed her care bear shirt, and told her that "care bears are 
close enough," and hugged her for that reason, too.

Unfortunately for both of them, Akane had known (and had somewhat of a 
crush on) one of the other counselors that summer.  He went to the same 
school as her and ran with her.  Even though she became gradually more 
attracted to Ranma over the summer, during the last few weeks, Ryouga 
started to act interested in her more than just friends.  At the time, 
Akane started thinking that Ranma would never be more than just be a flirt 
with her, and allowed herself to become more attached with Ryouga.  Ranma, 
being a gentleman, backed off a little not giving her hugs nearly as 
often, but when he did they were longer, more meaningful, and also more 
private.  He also didn't allow them to have any time alone.  Akane and 
Ryouga spent their day off at the mall and at a movie, but when they 
returned, Ranma followed Akane around until she agreed to go to the river 
with him.  He even asked if she were interested in seeing a movie with him 
that he thought Ryouga wouldn't wan to go see.  When she and Ryouga 
started watching a movie together, he came in and watched with them.  
Akane found this amusing rather than disturbing.  In fact, she found his 
backing off more disturbing than his interruptions, despite her best 
efforts to feel resentful of not having the time alone with Ryouga.  
During the rest periods after lunch (they were supposed to be a nap time 
for the campers, but everyone knew that they were really more for the 
counselors) when she lay down, thoughts of Ranma came unbidden to her mind 
instead of Ryouga.

In the week between camp and going back to school, Akane found herself 
missing Ranma much more than Ryoga, daydreaming of him instead.  Her 
stomach seemed to drop out when she did, longing to be hugged by him 
again.  The day after she moved in was the Open House at camp, and she 
knew that Ranma was going to lifeguard.  He had family in the town her 
college was in and it was good fortune that he was visiting them, and was 
heading up that morning to go.  Even though she couldn't go with him 
because he couldn't drive her the two hours back to school, he ran over 
from his grandmother's house to give her a hug before he left.  Her heart 
seemed to stop when she saw him round the corner and run across the mall 
to where she was waiting, as corny as that sounds, and she couldn't help 
feeling warm fuzzies.  He picked her up in a hug and twirled her around, 
cheek to cheek, an even more intimate gesture than usual.

As Ranma put her down she noticed him look her over, and much to her 
embarrassment, his eyes halted on her bust.  During the summer, Akane had 
made a habit of wearing supportive bras, such as sports bras, that were 
did nothing to accentuate her figure, mostly out of necessity.  Now that 
she was back at school, she went back to wearing normal bras.  Rather than 
mentioning that she noticed the lingering look, they exchanged a short 
conversation before he left, which only served to make Akane feel a little 
sad as he left.

Then, when school started, not only did Ryouga turn his attention back to 
friends from school, and not to her, but he almost seemed to ignore her.  
Akane felt angry with herself for allowing this to happen, and further 
that she might have hurt Ranma because of it.  She threw herself into 
school and friends, trying not to be pissed as hell at herself, and chose 
instead to be angry with Ryouga.  After about a month of this, she decided 
to email Ranma, thinking that just hearing from him would be wonderful.  
So she emailed him starting off "I couldn't really think of too much to 
write except 'I MISS YOU!!!' which doesn't really count too much as a 
letter."  When she didn't hear from him for a few weeks, she tried to 
reason with herself that he just wasn't a computer person... but it didn't 
make her feel any better.

Eventually she broke down and called him, and left a message.  When he 
called back, she knew it was him immediately, feeling somewhat psychic.  
She had class to go to, but as soon as she could call him back, they had a 
descent conversation.  As it turns out, he had gotten her message and 
written her back, but for some reason, she had never gotten it (damn that 
school email system!).  As it turns out, he was thinking of coming down to 
visit her at school at some point.  Apart from needed to bring something 
down for one of his cousins that went to school with her, he wanted to 
come down for a day and chill.

Akane couldn't help feeling thoroughly excited about this, and when the 
next weekend came around, she called him Friday around lunchtime to see if 
he was going to be able to come that weekend.  Unfortunately, the 
conversation didn't go as well as hoped.  Not only could he not come down 
that weekend because of school work, he also had to work every Friday and 
Saturday, making the chances of him coming down pretty bleak.  Not only 
that, but he had company over, and neglected to mention that to her at the 
beginning of the conversation, so their talk was somewhat awkward.  When 
Akane found out that he had company over, she felt embarrassed that she 
was interrupting, and ended the conversation rather abruptly.  Feeling 
rather depressed, she tried to convince herself it was just that he really 
was busy and had company over... not that he just didn't want to keep in 
touch.

So when she heard his voice on her voicemail, she couldn't help but giving 
a genuine smile.  "I know its kind of early, 8:30," He must have just 
missed me, she thought, having left then for breakfast.  "I'm calling to 
see if you knew anything about a group from your school going to..."  Her 
smile faded.  Completely unfamiliar with the function that he mentioned, 
she frowned.  He wanted her to call him back with information, and leave a 
message presumably because he would be at work when she got the message. 
Doing a little research, she found out it was a weekend-long protest event 
about a 10 hour drive away.  She was going to be a little pissed that it 
was the only reason he called, but then she thought that of all the people 
he knew at the college (three other counselors from camp and two cousins) 
that she was glad he had called her.  So she called him back and left the 
message that she didn't know anything except that a group went two years 
earlier, but there was nothing online about this year.

The next day, he called her as soon as he got off work, much to her 
pleasure.  "Hey."

"Ranma?"

"Yeah.  I got your message.  I thought some people would be going from 
your school, but I guess not.  A couple of my friends are going, but 
they're going early, and I didn't want to go by myself."  He paused for a 
moment, "hey... you wouldn't happen to want to go would you?"

"Honestly, that'd be awesome, but I have absolutely no money."

"Well, there's not really too much to pay for except food.  I have a hotel 
for one night and I'm thinking of camping out the next night.  And I can 
help out with food."

"You serious?"

"Oh come on, have you ever known me to not be serious?"

Akane just laughed, not even needing to say it.

"Okay, okay... so serious isn't the word, but I'm totally for real about 
you coming.  You're on the way anyway."

"Okay, you got it, but I better be able to pick the music on the way down, 
and we better not be arrested or something cause I have no money to post 
for bail for protesting."

"Yeah, yeah.  I'll call you to let you know when I'll get there."

~*~

Akane smiled as Ranma parked his beat up car in the parking lot, but once 
again, her smile dropped as she saw the two figures in the back seat.  
Well there goes my alone time with Ranma, she thought, I think I might 
kill him if he's brought a girlfriend along and didn't warn me. Ranma 
jumped out, and jogged over, picking her up in a hug.  Once again, cheek 
to cheek, Akane was acutely aware of their hips pressing together as he 
leaned back, lifting her up.  She was also quite attentive to his hand on 
her lower back, and his other hand grasping her shirt.  When he put her 
down, he kept his hand on her lower back and she felt, as well as saw, his 
eyes sweep over her again, slow enough to make her blush.

"Your hair's gotten longer. You're looking good."  Akane suddenly felt 
very glad that she'd been spending more time in the gym recently.  After 
camp had ended she gained a little weight not hiking the three miles a day 
that she used to, and she had stopped running briefly when she hurt her 
shin in the river.

"So do you," which was, of course, the truth.  The boy lived in a 
perpetual state of cut hotness that just couldn't be denied.  He once 
tried to get her to do him a favor by showing up at her door without his 
shirt on, hoping she'd fall for it.  Of course he'd never admit to that, 
but there was no reason to do so otherwise.

Just then, a young woman and man got out of the car and waited to be 
introduced.  They were both fairly attractive and roughly their same age.

"Oh, Akane, this is Dan and his fiancée Juli. They go to my school.  
They're the friends I told you were going to the protest.  They were going 
to go early, but their car broke down, so they're hitching a ride with us. 
Guys, this is Akane.  Like I told ya, she worked with me this summer."

Akane felt pretty relieved, as she shook their hands, but still felt a 
little disappointed that she wouldn't have time with Ranma alone.  "Nice 
to meet you both."

"The pleasure's all ours.  Ranma has been telling us all about you on the 
ride." Juli grinned and looked over at Ranma, which gave her the distinct 
impression that she was making fun of him.

"Oh yeah?  What'd he say about me?" Akane glanced over at Ranma who just 
shrugged embarrassedly, and shot Juli a warning look.

"Oh, just that you were a lot of fun, and apparently quite strong." Dan 
laughed, which led Akane to think that that was certainly not all he had 
said.

"So! Let's get your bag, shall we?"  Ranma said, somewhat too quickly.  
Akane eyed him with amusement and nodded.  "Can you help me with the 
tent?"

"Yeah..." she said, trying to grin at the bad thought that entered her 
head.

As they loaded up, Dan and Juli got back in the car.  Just as Akane moved 
to get in the passenger's seat, Ranma caught her arm, and pulled her in 
for another hug behind the car.  This time, instead of picking her up, he 
guided her head to press her face gently against his shoulder.  He 
breathed in, smelling her hair gently in a sigh.  "I'm so glad you're 
coming with us..." he said in an uncharacteristically sentimental gesture.  
Akane hardly knew what to think before he had let her go and was heading 
around the other side of the car.  Bewildered, Akane blushed but dropped 
it, and went to go sit in the front seat.

~*~

For dinner, Ranma insisted that they find a sit down restaurant, and 
further insisted on Cracker Barrel, which happened to be the restaurant 
that they had eaten at when they had gotten back from the end-of-summer 
summer staff beach trip.  When Akane protested about money, he gave her a 
stern look and reminded her that he told her he would help with food, and 
this time she better not try and pay him back, referring to the ice cream 
he had bought her after she had cracked her shin to make her feel better.

By the time they were nearing their hotel, Ranma and Akane were back at 
joking and teasing each other like that had over the summer, except 
particularly with more raunch than at camp.  After all, innuendo can only 
go so far in front of children and won't fly at all in front of 
highschoolers.  There was a rule for the youth camp: Girls are pink and 
boys are blue.  Together they make purple.  There is no purpling at camp.  
Counselors could date, of course, but the campers weren't to be able to 
tell.

A few hours into darkness, Dan and Juli had headphones on and were 
sleeping on each other's shoulders, leaving Akane and Ranma alone in most 
respects.  As they conversed over the course of the drive, Akane felt her 
heart swell.  He was just as wonderful as always: he made her laugh, he 
made her feel like she was important and special, and above all, as they 
discussed the protest, she felt like she agreed with him on all of the 
important issues in life, and she fell in love with him a little bit more.

"So... Ryouga still too cool to hang out with you?" he said it in a casual 
manner, but something about his tone let Akane know that it was still a 
matter of contention if he weren't.  In their first conversation during 
the school year she had told him that and he had said that he'd "figured 
that would happen."

"Pretty much.  But I figure that he wasn't that much fun to hang out with 
anyway.  But Megan and I still sing camp songs together in literature 
class."

"Cool, cool." He nodded in a slow manner that suggested his mind was not 
on camp songs or Megan.  After a few moments of silence, "I hope you don't 
mind that we're sharing a room. Not with Dan and Juli, of course" he 
amended quickly, with a nod to the back.

Akane felt her heart kick up a notch. "No, of course not.  I didn't 
presume to think you'd pay for a whole separate room." It was actually a 
practiced line that she'd hoped she'd have to use.

"Oh, good.  I figured since we shared a tent at the beach, you wouldn't 
mind, but I guess its different cause the boss-lady won't be here... or 
Ryouga," he added somewhat darkly.

"Yeah," Akane agreed. "No purpling at camp and all."

"And we're not at camp, anymore." Ranma added almost without thinking, and 
realizing what he said and glanced quickly at her only to discover she was 
looking at him with a somewhat shocked, but not entirely displeased 
expression.  They both turned to look intently at the road, embarrassedly.  
Akane could feel the blood rising in her cheeks.  Another few moments of 
silence passed.

"So, I brought my days-of-the-week boxers, courtesy of you..."  Ranma 
said.  Akane smiled.  Towards the end of camp, she had made fun of him for 
not changing over a weekend, and decided to draw on white boxers with the 
days of the week as a practical joke.  They all had smilies of some sort 
on the butt, and little symbols on the front such as matches (he loved 
starting the campfires) and skateboards.

"Oh, yeah?  My undies come courtesy of Victoria." Akane kept staring at 
the road, hoping it was too dark to see her blush, and wondering when she 
had gotten so bold.

Ranma did something of a double-take between her and the road.  It was 
almost like a challenge he couldn't refuse.

"Well, if it doesn't bother you I'm going be sleeping in my Friday's," he 
said levelly, focusing on the road.  Seeing this Akane smirked and steeled 
herself to up the ante.

"As long as you won't be bothered by a *little* black lace," she said 
cheekily.

Ranma choked and coughed to cover it.  He stared hard at the road as he 
turned.

"I might have to rise in protest," he said in a carefully constructed 
offhand quality, as he slid into a parking spot.

"Well, I might have to mount a protest," Akane said just as the car came 
to a halt and he put it into park.

They stared evenly at each other for a moment, until the stirrings in the 
back seat broke the moment.  Breathing a little bit harder, they silently 
got out and gathered their stuff for the hotel, not daring to look at each 
other, even as they checked in.  Dan and Juli's room was on the bottom 
floor, and Ranma and Akane's room was on the third floor.  As the elevator 
door shut, they both stared at the door, the tension and energy building 
by the second, so much so that when the elevator dinged to signal their 
arrival on the third floor, Akane jumped slightly.  They hurriedly 
gathered up their cargo and walked briskly to the room.  Ranma was 
beginning to regret telling Dan and Juli that they would come back down 
with books with information on the history of the organization they were 
supposed to be protesting.  As soon as they were in, they dumped their 
luggage, just inside the door and retrieved the books.  Without saying a 
word, they took the elevator back down, still not looking at one another.

When Dan opened the door, he laughed "Good Lord! Did you two run 
downstairs with all that?  You're flushed!"

Ranma glanced at Akane quickly, gulped in some air.  "Yeah... ran.  We 
ran."

Dan looked at them oddly.  "Okay, you all have a nice night.  You must be 
tired from all that driving."

"Yeah," Akane said.  "I think I'm going to be tired for a while. I had a 
lot of homework this week," she lied, rather unconvincingly.  "Too many 
all-nighters."

"Right, all-nighters," Ranma so helpfully elaborated.  "Good night!"

"Okay, night, guys!" Dan said, still giving them an odd look as he shut 
the door.

Dan looked at his fiancée, who was grinning.  "Think they'll be banging 
each other's brains out tonight, then?"

"No question."

~*~

The door shut and the two in question looked at each other.

"Let's take the stairs... quicker," Akane breathed.

"Let's!"  Ranma touched her shoulder as she turned around, setting off a 
spark between them, and Akane broke into a run and Ranma followed.

Akane took the stairs by one, and Ranma touched her lower back to indicate 
that he was right behind her.  She started taking the steps by two.

"Oh, God," Ranma breathed as she bounded up faster, watching the power in 
her strides, and he sped up, himself.

Out of breath, they sprinted down the hall towards their room. Akane 
skidded to a halt just past the door, as Ranma scrambled to unlock the 
door.  They tumbled in, and as Akane closed the door behind her back.  The 
significant click of the lock as Ranma bolted the door was the tipping 
point.  Ranma essentially pinned her against it flush against her, locking 
his lips to hers in passion.  Her arms went around his neck, fingers 
finding their way into his hair.  Their mouths separated, gasping for 
breath, and eyes locked upon each other, speaking volumes.  Her fingers 
found the hem of his long sleeve T-shirt, and lifted, he obediently raised 
his arms for her.  A quick nod from Akane, and she helped him do the same 
to reveal a black lace undershirt, and black bra, and Akane was very 
thankful that she had actually worn the garment by the intensity of the 
look in his eyes.  She hadn't specifically bought it for the purpose of 
driving him nuts, but she certainly wasn't sorry for the purchase.

His hands went to her waist, tightened, and lifted her and her legs went 
around his waist as they kissed against the door for a few more moments 
before he carried her to one of the full-sized bed.  Gently laying her 
down on the bed, Akane pulled him down with her, feeling the tight muscles 
of his back beneath the skin.  She moaned into his lips, surprising 
herself and Ranma, as well.  She was usually pretty quiet; when she 
cracked her shin, she held her breath and didn't even cry.  Now, Akane 
felt as though if she didn't vocalize her feelings, she might burst.  
Thoughts about anything except the man above her vanished as her 
crystalline focus centered upon him and how much she had missed him.  It 
was a guttural, deep moan.

Ranma's eyes snapped open, and he broke the kiss to start kissing her 
neck. "Ah!" Akane exhaled, and nuzzled into his neck, and ran her hands up 
his sides, then over his chest.  Ranma's hands ran wildly up her sides, 
feeling the rough lace, finding the hem, he helped her sit up as he, 
pulled it over her head and immediately pulling her closer by the back of 
her upper rib cage, and Akane was once again glad for all the hours of 
running and sit ups in the gym.  He leaned forward to kiss her chest above 
her cleavage.  Feeling out of control of her feelings, she pushed him 
back, and because he was surprised, she found it quite easy to flip him on 
his back, and pin him down.  She straddled his waist.  Ranma looked up at 
her in awe, his eyes drinking her in and hands flying to her ribs, pulling 
her down.

Akane let herself fall into his kisses and grasped his arms feeling his 
strength. Ranma ravished her lips and sucked on her bottom lip.  His hands 
moved down her back to her hips and to the curve of her butt.  Akane ran 
her hands down his washboard abs, and groaned.  She broke the kiss again, 
and leaned back on her feet.  Ranma was left bewildered and wanting until 
she reached for his belt, and started to pull it apart, and unfastening 
it.  She moved onto the button of his jeans, and the zipper, and he sat up 
and kissed her gently, his hand softly on her cheek and neck.  Akane 
pulled back and led him to sit on the edge of the bed to slide his jeans 
off.  Sitting in his boxers, which were, indeed the Friday pair that she 
had made him, he pulled her hips toward him and undid her belt, and then 
her jeans as well.  Pulling them off of her hips, he gasped seeing the 
black lace underwear she promised, and she stepped out of her jeans.

He scooted back onto the bed, and took her hands with tenderness and 
pulled her back onto the bed, his gaze raking over her slower than ever.  
The urgency they had crashing through the doors had somehow dissipated in 
the surety of each other's touch.  "Wow, Akane," the first words spoken 
between them since they took the stairs.  The timbre of his made her 
stomach drop in a not entirely unpleasant way.  "You're so beautiful..." 
he tapered off, guiding her to lie beside him.  He ran his fingers in her 
hair, slowly, and she felt like purring.  For someone so strong, he had an 
amazing capacity for tenderness.  Hands, trailing down her body, a sudden 
urge for mischief made him grin and try to tickle her.

Akane squirmed away and sat up, "Oh, you're going down!"  She lunged for 
his midsection, remembering how ticklish he was, thankful that she could 
fake a straight face enough to convince him that she wasn't ticklish.

"Oh no!" he cried, "Not this time!"  He captured he wrists, and as per 
usual, she managed to twist and pull herself out of his grasp and tickle 
him again.  With much giggling and laughter, their dance repeated itself 
over and over for a few minutes.  Exasperated, Ranma finally tackled her 
with as little weight as he could manage onto the bed.  "Ha HA! I've got 
you now!" he laughed as he pinned her to the bed.

"Nooooo! Never!" Akane struggled, but found, unsurprisingly that the hands 
holding hers above her head, would not budge.  She surrendered into his 
kiss, choosing, instead to battle with her tongue.  Because she trusted 
Ranma completely, the prospect of being pinned down was wildly exciting.  
Despite her feminist ideals, there was something exciting about being 
dominated once and a while.  But instead of keeping her arms pinned above 
her head, he hands trailed down her arms and softly caressed her breasts.  
Akane moaned into his kiss again, her hands on his back again.  Ranma 
leaned back, and held her upper body off of the bed enough for him to 
unhook her bra with slight difficulty and she giggled.

"Shush, you."

"I didn't say anything," she said as he slid the straps down her arms, and 
tossed the garment over his shoulder.  Then he silenced her with more 
kisses, as he lay her back down, and traced his fingertips from her 
clavicle down the side of her breasts and down her sides.  Her nerve 
endings were alive at the gentle touch; a taste and a promise.  She arched 
her back towards his chest and intertwined her legs with his, feeling his 
"protest" against her thigh.  Breathing harder, her hands pulled him in, 
against her.

"Oooh," Ranma moaned, the friction causing shorts in his brain.  His hips 
bucked without his volition.  Trying to regain control, he kissed his way 
between her breasts and down her stomach towards her black lace underwear.  
Hooking his fingers around the thin straps at her hip bones, he looked for 
her nod, and slipped them off of her, pleased to find them damp.  His eyes 
drank her in, his hands running up her quads to her waist, Akane shivered 
in pleasure.

Ranma had to force himself away.  "We need..."  Akane opened her eyes, 
hurt as he pulled away.  He got up and went to the bags that had 
carelessly been tossed inside earlier.  He opened his bag, and after some 
digging, he pulled out a package of condoms, and showed them to Akane.

"Oh, right.  Good call."  He walked back over to the bed, kissed her.  
Before he sat down, he took off his Friday boxers and took out a condom.  
Akane's eyes went wide and were glued to      his hard-on.  Being a 
virgin, and a rather inexperienced one, at that, she was held enthralled.  
Although she tried not to have expectations, it was certainly bigger than 
she imagined, and had an ineffable quality about it that seemed surreal.

Meanwhile, Ranma opened the package, and watched with amusement the play 
of emotions on Akane's face.  He put the condom on, and tilted her chin to 
look up at him.

"Hey, my face is up here," he joked, and Akane laughed.

"Sorry, it's... well, it's definitely there."

"Silly," he murmured as he unmade the bed, helping her slide into the 
sheets, and trying not let his excitement get the best of him.  He 
lovingly stroked her skin, and unable to control himself, he rolled on top 
of her.  Akane once again felt his erection against her, her heart 
pounding out of her chest and anticipation she could feel swirling inside 
her stronger than ever.  His knee nudged between hers, and she 
automatically moved to allow him access between her legs.


Akane nodded. "Mmm..." she intoned, and he reached between them.  His 
slightly unexpected touch caused her to gasp and shiver in sensation, 
feeling his brush against the sensitive bundle of nerves.  "Please..."

Rather than asking please what, he guided himself to her opening and 
parted her petals, savoring the sensation and practically unbearable 
pressure, he sucked in air and held it.  Slowly as to not hurt her, Ranma 
gradually united them.  It took all of his concentration to be careful, 
judging his progress by her grip on his back, and the look on her face.  
When their hips were finally flush, he let out the breath he had forgotten 
he'd been holding.

He massaged her hip, one hand at a time, trying to keep his weight off of 
her.  Then he reached between them once more and stroked her clitoris.  
She gasped and as he continued to play with her, he could feel her relax, 
until finally, she climaxed under his ministrations, her inner muscles 
gripping him tightly.  "Ah!" she gasped for air.  When she stopped 
shaking, she looked up at Ranma.  "Oh gosh.... so that was..." she trailed 
off.

"Yeah," Ranma smiled at her.  "That was..." he said vaguely.

He began to pull out with excruciating slowness, as he kissed Akane some 
more, and once all but the very tip was out, he reversed his motion with 
no more speed than before.  Gradually, his motions became thrusts and 
retractions, and before long, Akane found a rhythm to move against him.

At some point, the sensations overwhelmed the concentration to kiss, and 
Ranma watched as Akane's face displayed her pleasure.  Her mouth hung open 
in silent moans and her eyes were closed as she concentrated on the 
sensations as she bucked and ground against his hips.  He nuzzled into her 
shoulder as he continued moving against her, trying to stave off his 
climax as long as possible.  When he felt her suddenly begin to tense, he 
watched her face carefully as she orgasmed, her mouth in a silent scream, 
her eyes tightly closed as she writhed against him.

Feeling her inner muscles grip him, he released, unable to hold on any 
longer and moaning, cumming inside of her as she shook beneath him.  He 
rested on her for a few moments, recovering, then he pulled out and rolled 
off of her, breathing heavily as he discarded the condom in the trashcan 
beside the bed.

"Mmmm..." Akane moaned, rubbing her knees together and rolled next to him, 
resting her head on his chest.  He pulled her closer and stroked her hair 
as he tried to regain his breath.

"Mmm is so right.  You are so incredible."

"You're not so bad yourself, mister."  Akane said, and then she yawned.  
"If we don't get some sleep, we're going to be dead for the... the... 
pro..." she trailed off, clearly falling asleep.

Ranma chuckled.  I guess I tired her out, he thought, allowing himself to 
drift, feeling her warm form cuddled next to his.  I must be the luckiest 
guy...

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