Lemon Pie Slices of Passion and Fantasy A Ranma 1/2 Lemon Series By Jeremy Harper Disclaimer - Ranma 1/2 is the creation of Rumiko Takahashi and is used without permission. This story contains adult content: reader discretion is advised. The Second Slice: Of Fevered Summer Dreams 1. Akane Akane tossed and turned in her bed, unable to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. Despite having only one sheet on her bed, the windows open, a fan circulating the air, and wearing the skimpiest nightie she owned, she could find no relief from the oppressive summer heat, its humidity hanging thick and heavy all around. With a huff of frustration she kicked off her sheet and sat up, staring sullenly out her bedroom window, her small hands resting on her slender thighs. The moon hung fat and bright, unchallenged in the clear night sky. Nothing stirred outside. She could hear clearly and distinctly the muted, static hum of the street lamps, the drowsy chirping of night crickets calling to one another. Akane sighed, shaking her head, and dropped back onto her bed, bouncing slightly. She lay spread-eagle for a moment before squeezing her legs together. She squirmed slightly, an almost whimper escaping from between her tightly shut lips. The wet warmth of summer was not the only heat she contested against. Akane sighed again, letting her tensed body fall into repose. She took a handkerchief from off her nightstand and wiped the sweat from her brow as she reflected upon the reason for her current state of discontent: her fiancé. She had always known, in an objective, distant manner, that Ranma was a very attractive person, no matter his form. She wondered sometimes if Shampoo and Ukyo would be so zealous in their claims on him if that were not so. Yet somehow she never noted this fact on a personal level. She was fond of Ranma, despite his often-contrary attitude - in a deep, secret part of her soul she knew she cared for him deeply, in a most definite non-platonic manner - but for some reason physical appearance never factored into her feelings towards him. Perhaps her own rough-n- tumble, tomboyish nature had something to do with it. More likely the semester she spent fighting off the attentions of a horde of misguided perverts led by an aristocrat with delusions of grandeur ruined her appreciation of and blunted her appetite for the opposite sex. Whatever the cause, Ranma had never affected her viscerally... until today. It had been an innocent happenstance, truthfully; nothing Akane hadn't seen probably many times before. Yet this time something dormant in her stirred into a hungry wakefulness. She had been looking for Ranma to tell him supper was almost ready and found him in the dojo, practicing, dressed in a pair old gi pants cut off at the knees and nothing much else. He moved about lightening-swift, a blur of beige and black, his punches and kicks making the hot air crack and whine as he pushed himself relentlessly in defiance of the choking heat. He jumped, his head nearly touching the ceiling, launched a snap kick and landed, all with a liquid grace that made Akane's breath catch. Ranma held his position for a moment, knees bent, head bowed, arms thrown out to his sides, before rising and turning to face her. His face was flushed from his exertions, his thick mane of coal-black hair a wild tangle. He was slick with sweat, the sheen of it highlighting the lean, powerful cut of his body. Akane noted for the first time the roguish comeliness of his countenance, the brightness of his sharp, blue eyes, hinting at vast reserves of primal, untrammeled energy and emotion. Her gaze lingered on his strong arms, his surprisingly broad shoulders and chests, his rock-hard stomach, its abdominal muscles well defined. In one swift instant of satori Akane became painfully aware of the healthy masculinity Ranma possessed. She blushed a deep, rich red; the blush crept down her face, past her neck and continued further southward. Her heart began to beat a loud tattoo at a jackhammer's rate. She wondered vaguely if Ranma could hear it. She swallowed hard and took hold of the doorframe for support. What's wrong with me, she thought. Ranma said something. Akane couldn't hear it over the roar of blood in her ears. She shook her head to clear it and Ranma spoke again. "Are you okay, Akane? You don't look so good." "Yes... I mean no... I mean... I don't know..." Akane blinked, realizing she was babbling. Ranma laughed good-naturedly. Irritation flashed briefly but was beat down by a greater heat. Akane took a deep breath. "I think this hot day is getting to me a bit." Ranma looked at her curiously. She turned her head away. "Kasumi almost has supper done. She wanted me to tell you so you could go wash up if you needed to." Ranma nodded in acknowledgement, grabbing a towel from off the floor and quickly drying the sweat off his self. "A good idea. I don't want to sit at the dinner table smelling like a horse." He threw the towel over his shoulders and trotted out of the dojo. "You coming back in?" he called to Akane. "In a minute." She watched him go with smoldering intensity, noting absently that his lower half was just as well defined as his upper... Akane shook out of her stupor and berated herself for acting like a pervert. It was perverted to think such things and it was doubly perverted to think such things about a pervert like Ranma. She was still in the middle of figuring out whom exactly was acting perverted when Kasumi called her for dinner. She marched into the house, stolidly determined to ignore Ranma for the rest of the night. She failed miserably. It didn't help that she sat next to him at the table, or that he was now wearing one of his tight muscle shirts and a simple pair of shorts. She kept eyeing him surreptitiously, her imagination running off in wild, impossible tangents. She founded it hard to concentrate on her meal and hoped fervently that neither Ranma nor Nabiki noticed her agitated state. They didn't, but Kasumi did: after supper she asked Akane if she was feeling all right. Akane gave her the same excuse she gave Ranma and announced she was going to bed. Three hours had passed, and she still lay awake in the dark, wrestling with the sensations churning within her. She sat up, growling, knowing that sleep would not come until she dealt with this new insight plaguing her. "Fine," Akane whispered to herself. "I admit it: Ranma's cute, and I want to fuck him." She growled again, fell silent, then started to giggle almost hysterically, realizing what her growls of frustration reminded her off: a cat in heat. "How very appropriate." Still giggling she pulled her nightie over her head and flung it off into a corner. Stark naked she lay down on, rolling onto her side with a sigh, running her hands over her body, surrendering to her fancies... Ranma lay in bed with her, spooning against her back, curving into her curves. She could feel his breath on her neck, his strong arms slipping around her, embracing her, pressing her back against his chest. His cock, proud and erect, pressed up against her buttocks. Akane shivered at this contact, shifting slightly. A gasp escaped her as he cupped her breasts with calloused hands, squeezing them gently as he nuzzled at her hair. He moved down to give wet kisses to the nape of her neck. He licked at her and his thumbs brushed lightly over her hardened nipples. Akane moaned softly, closing her eyes. For a wonderfully timeless interval Ranma played with her body, eliciting quiet moans and yelps from her. He lavished attention on her neck, trailing kisses from the nape to the side where it met her shoulder. He licked her ear and whispered her name in it. He kissed her cheek. Akane turned her head to catch his lips with hers. They kissed deeply, soulfully. She broke away to sigh when she felt one of Ranma's hands slip away from her breasts to slide gently down her belly to the junction of her thighs. She felt it explore through the soft silk of her pubic hair, seeking her sex. "Ah! Ranma!" Akane gasped, arching back against him. Ranma growled in satisfaction. He started to work her in earnest, one hand kneading her breast, the other carefully stroking and thrusting, all the while kissing at her neck. Akane gritted her teeth, trying not to make too much noise. Ranma's pace quickened, his hands moving faster, raising the exquisite pressure Akane felt, until finally he thrust two fingers deep within her and orgasm came crashing down over her in a tsunami's wave... Akane rolled onto her back with a sigh, staring up at the dark ceiling with sleepy eyes, licking her fingers clean. Too fast, she thought, I wanted it to last longer. It was hard to keep control; to not hurry on and attain the pleasure of orgasm, for though it felt good cumming so quickly didn't leave her fully satisfied. She lolled her head back on the pillow and brought her hand down to her sex again, easily slipping into a continuation of her fantasy. Slower this time, she thought. Ranma lay carefully on top of her, his arms hooked underneath her shoulders, his hands mussing at her hair. He gazed lovingly at her face, his blue eyes bright, glinting in the bedroom's darkness. Akane smiled brilliantly at him. She reached up with one hand to caress his cheek, drawing it across his mouth. He kissed it. Her other hand she rested on his back, fingers splayed, relishing the smooth movement of his muscles as he shifted to kiss at the hollow of her neck beneath her chin. She sighed in contentment and hugged him. She ran her fingers through his hair and started to untie his pigtail. Ranma purred in approval, drawing his kisses lower, to the slope of her breasts, then took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the erect bud, nibbling on it carefully. Akane gasped as she finally freed Ranma's hair. He moved back upwards to look into her eyes, his hair pouring down his shoulders. "You look good like that," Akane whispered to him. He smiled and ran the tip of his thumb over her cheek. "You look good no matter what," he replied and kissed her deeply. She felt his shaft press against her sex, slipping into her smoothly. She broke the kiss, groaning, tightening her embrace. Ranma murmured languorously and started to make slow love to her, rocking gently against her. Akane lay back, unmoving save for her hands exploring the broad span of Ranma's back. She moaned softly, enjoying Ranma's attentions. Pleasure flowed and ebbed lightly over her entire body, as if she lay on the beach, letting the warm surf wash over her. They made love like this for a long time, Ranma's endurance seemingly inexhaustible. Finally he paused to catch his breath. Akane sighed breathily, arching a little. She looked up at his flushed face with sultry, half-closed eyes. Ranma blinked, his gaze locking with hers intensely. She caressed the back of his head before kissing him, her tongue slipping into his mouth, questing playfully. He groaned, starting to move again with greater force. His pace quickened with every second. Akane released her kiss, the need to moan unbearable. Ranma kissed savagely at her neck, his breath hissing sharply through his grit teeth. Suddenly he pulled back so far that he almost slipped out of her then thrust into as deep as he could go, forcing out his and Akane's climax. She arched and writhed beneath him, heedlessly scratching her nails across his back in the throes of her ecstasy. Their cries mingled as one, and Ranma collapsed next to her, holding her tenderly in his arms, kissing her as sleep drew across both of them... Akane sighed, contented, drawing her hand away from herself. God, she made mess. Her hand felt slick and sore while her bed sheet was soaked with her sweat and excitement. But she had to admit, making a mess like this felt good. She covered herself with the sheet she had kicked off, rolling onto her side as lassitude settled in. She decided she'd have to indulge herself with fantasies more often. The release of stress felt wonderful. And who knows? Maybe one day soon she'd drag Ranma in here and show him just how sexy tomboys could be... ***** Next up: Nabiki Jeremy Harper