Your Touch

by

Jeremy Harper

Disclaimer – Ranma ½ is the creation of Rumiko Takahashi and is used without permission.

Chapter 9 - Exploring

"A tanuki statue?" Akane giggled. "Really?"

Ranma hushed her, grinning behind his finger. He looked around the dojo, straining his ears. They were alone, with the door locked, but one could never tell when someone was eavesdropping around the Tendo estate. Once satisfied no spy lurked about he nodded at Akane.

"Yeah, a tanuki statue. Did you honestly think I'd give those old freaks prints of my girl form's breasts?"

"Well, you have done some outrageous things with your curse in the past."

"After all the trouble the two creeps caused no way in hell I'd give them the satisfaction."

Akane shook her head, giggling again. "That's too funny."

Ranma leaned back against the dojo wall, legs stretched out before him, enjoying his fiancee's laughter. "They deserve it – especially Rakkyosai, the little poacher."

Akane blinked, her brow wrinkling in confusion. "What do you mean by poacher?"

Ranma froze, his eyes widening a little. Uh oh.

She looked at him curiously. "Ranma?"

She's gonna kill me, he thought, ducking his head a little. Hugs were one thing; kissing – with tongue even – was another. But the desire he just accidentally hinted at was going to get him kicked through the roof – he knew it.

"Are you alright?" Akane asked, honestly perplexed by Ranma's sudden discomfort.

"Yeah!" he said with forced casualness. "I just, well... umm..."

"You're starting to weird me out. What's going on?"

"Nothing! I'm just... trying to think of how to answer you, that's all."

"Okay..." Akane said slowly. "Why though? It's not that difficult a question."

Ranma laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head, not quite able to look at her directly. "No... I guess not... I got really pissed when Rakkyosai... uh... grabbed you, when he was pretending to be a little kid."

"Yeah, getting groped didn't fill me with joy, either," she said dryly. "But I'm still not understanding why you called him a -" She cut her self off, her delicate eyebrows arching from a sudden insight. Ranma saw her reaction out of the corner of his eye and braced himself for the inevitable explosion.

Except there was no explosion. Instead, Akane smiled – a small, sultry smile that sent a thrill down his spine, and her eyes suddenly gleamed with a smoky light. She slid over to him, straddling his lap, her right hand on his shoulder, while her left hand caressed his right arm, stroking down it. She gently took hold of his hand and guided it to her side, placing it just by her breasts. Ranma's eyes went wide, a sharp breath hissing through his teeth.

Akane hugged him close, bringing her lips to his ear. "I don't mind it if you want to touch me, Ranma," she whispered. She blushed when she said that, but neither the gleam in her eyes or her alluring, provocative smile wavered. Her own breath caught in her throat when she saw Ranma's eyes suddenly blaze like sapphires in summer sunlight. He brought up his left hand to the back of her head, fingers lacing through her silky short hair, and he pulled her into a fierce kiss. She moaned from the heat and intensity of his passion, and moaned even louder when she felt his hand cup her breast. She shivered from the sensations invoked by his touch.

Ranma groaned softly into his fiancee's mouth. He carefully squeezed her breast, marveling at how it felt in his hand. It was the softest thing he ever touched, yet also wonderfully firm. Akane broke their kiss, shutting her eyes and pursing her lips tight to keep control of her voice, while at the same time arching her back to press closer to him, a little whimper escaping from her. A growl rumbled in Ranma's throat, Akane's reaction to his touch causing a hot, fierce pride to manifest within him. He kissed her bared throat, licking and carefully suckling on her pulse, breathing deeply as her nipple peaked against his palm – she was so aroused he could feel it through her bra and blouse. He slowly rubbed her, making her shiver again, while his free hand stroked up and down her back. She grabbed his pig-tailed and pulled his head back from her throat. It hurt a little, yet oddly that slight pain felt good to him. She cupped his face between her slim hands and kissed him again. He let go of her breast and brought his arms around her shoulders, hugging her tight.

After a few moments they ended the kiss, looking each other in the eye with wonder and amazement. Akane smiled mischievously.

"So, you still think I'm built like a brick?" she asked.

Ranma stared at her for a moment then snorted. "No, I definitely do not." He gently stroked her cheek before kissing her again. It was gentle, almost chaste in comparison to the kisses they just shared, yet somehow all the sweeter because of its restraint. Akane sighed happily and embraced him tightly. She could not remember the last time she felt so content.


Author's Notes – Thanks once again to PurseMonger for taking time out of her busy day to pre-read this.