Anything Goes Fluff
Ranma ½ Short Romances
Disclaimer – Ranma ½ is the creation of Rumiko Takahashi and is used without permission.
Akane stood in the living room, glaring through the open engawa doors out at the back yard, her arms folded above her swollen stomach. It was gloomy today, dark and spitting – the foul weather a perfect match for her foul mood. She felt ungainly and horrid, and she made no attempt to conceal her ill-temper. Despite the threatening rain all of her family had left the house to avoid her – all save Ranma. He hovered in the doorway, watching her, his attention both irritating and shaming her. She knew she was behaving poorly, but her imbalanced hormones and frustration with her changing body made it hard for her to care.
Besides, it's his fault I'm in this situation, she thought bitterly. A moment later she hunched her shoulders, ashamed of her unfair thoughts – she had been an enthusiastic participant in the conception of their first child, after all. She heard a gentle sigh and soft footsteps pad toward her. Strong arms encircled her from behind, one above her stomach, the other around her collar, just above her breasts. Akane stood stiffly in her husband's arms, but when he gently kissed the side of her neck she let out a soft breath and felt something within her relax ever so slightly.
"Akane," Ranma murmured. He laid another kiss on her neck, one more lingering. "What's wrong, koi?"
Akane pursed her lips and huffed loudly. "I'm ugly," she stated flatly.
"No, you're not!" Ranma protested.
"I am! Built like a brick? Ha! I'm built like a boulder. I waddle around like Mousse in his cursed form. It takes me hours to get out of a chair, sometimes. I feel so bloated and yucky and I'm not even out of my second trimester yet!." She tried to pull away from Ranma, but he refused to let her go, and anyway her effort was half-hearted.
"Akane," Ranma began when she settled down. "I know you're frustrated with not being as active as you usually are. I don't know what to tell you about that. But koi, you're not ugly. Far from it! You're beautiful!"
"Liar! I am. I'm fat, clumsy and ugly."
Ranma repressed a sigh. He knew some of Akane's feelings were caused by her constantly shifting body chemistry, but there were many times where he wished the Nanban mirror was still intact, so he could use it to go back in time and beat some sense into his younger self. "You're not fat," he said. "You're pregnant! Big difference there, Akane. In a few months this," he spread a hand on her belly, "will be gone, and any weight you've gained will be burned off from taking care of the kid, 'cause you know he or she is gonna be a troublemaker just like me." Akane let out a snorting giggle at that, despite her mood. Ranma smiled, encouraged, and kissed her neck again. "You've always been a klutz, so there's no difference there, and besides, you're graceful when it counts." Akane bristled a little, so Ranma hurried forward. "And you're not ugly. You've never been ugly, no matter what my dumb ass said in the past. You've always been beautiful. You're beauty's just changed a little, that's all." He closed his eyes, trying to think of how to described what seemed ineffable to him. "You feel so soft, so nice to touch that I can't get enough of you, and there are times where I swear that you're glowing." He slipped a hand between them and started rubbing the small of his wife's back; she felt tense, and wanted her to relax. "I'm telling you the truth. Please believe me, Akane."
Akane let out a soft sigh as she felt her temper slowly drain from her. She nestled back against her husband, closing her eyes as he wrapped her in his embrace and his love. She tilted back her head and looked up at him, asking for a kiss with her eyes. He happily gave it to her, a deep, swimming kiss, tongues caressing briefly. When they broke it Akane smiled. "Thank you," she said softly.
"You're welcome," he murmured back.
"I chased everyone else out of the house, didn't I?"
"So we're by ourselves."
Akane's smile became a delightfully sinful grin. "It'd be a shame to waste this privacy, koi. I'm okay now, but I can think of a few things you could do for me that would make me feel even better."
Ranma smiled back, eyes flashing with pleasure and desire.
Author's Note – Inspired by Pursemonger's 'Battle Scars', from her collection Box of Chocolates. Rough draft written in one sitting.