Winter touch

Disclaimer: I do not own Ramna 1/2 or any of it's associated characters nor do I make money off them. I just play with them from time to time. Beware kiddies! There be lemons ahead, avert your eyes! To the rest, enjoy!

Akane sighed as she looked at the foreboding gray sky. The air was growing colder now and she should have known better than to venture out into the mountains with winter closing in on them. "I have to find Ranma before the snows start" she muttered to herself, "Why does he have to believe everything he hears about a cure?".

She supposed that inside her heart she couldn't blame him. She would want to be normal again if she'd been the one living a half life. Somehow she'd lost sight of the curse, finding that she cared about him no matter what form he was in. "Not that it matters to him" she grumbled. But she knew that it wasn't true.

He did care. Cared alot. Despite the outward appearances they kept up, they had talked about the state of their engagement at length. Both were furious and resentful of their meddling parents for arranging such a hug things without asking them. Didn't they understand that Ranma and Akane could care about each other without outside interference?

Apparently not. A cold gust of wind snapped around her and she shivered, before taking off with renewed determination to find him and drag him home. No way was there a curing spring out here in the middle of nowhere. Just no way! But, that little voice in her head said, what if there was?

Akane supposed she could cross that bridge when she came to it. Although she suspected that if Ranma were cured, Ukyo and Shampoo would be worse than ever, not to mention that weirdo Kodachi. Just thinking of her and her high pitched 'Ranma sweetums!' made Akane want to puke.

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"Are you sure we aren't lost?" Ryoga demanded for the hundredth time. Ranma glared at him, "I'm the one readin the map here!" he snapped, "We'd be lost for sure with you at the wheel". Ryoga muttered several disparaging comments about Ranma, but still trudged along with him.

Ranma eyed the sky and groaned, "We better find somewhere to set up camp" he announced, "Looks like it's gonna snow". Ryoga grunted lifting his nose into the air, "You can stop if you want to" he replied, "But I am going to find that spring and lose the pog for good".

Ranma veered off into the trees looking for a bit more shelter, "Fine" he said, "Have it your way but don't come squealing to me when you get lost P-chan". Ryoga swung at him but Ranma nimbly leapt away from him, "You take that back" Ryoga thundered.

Ranma smirked, dodging another blow, "Poor widdle p-chan" he taunted, "Just remember Ryoga, you lose the pig you'll never get near Akane's bed again". Ryoga paused thinking of that and Ranma delivered a graceful kick that sent his sometimes friend flying through the air. "Good riddance" Ranma mumbled, slinging his pack to the ground. "Oh yeah. Gonna snow tonight".

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Hours later Ryoga was lost. Throwing his head back to glare at the sky he shouted his anger, "Damn you Ranma!". Ranma was no doubt settled in his tent, a warm fire crackling. He could be there too if he hadn't come out here. With a sigh of resignation he dropped his pack and began to set up his tent.

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Akane was so cold, the storm had come from nowhere and with a ferocity she hadn't expected. She stumbled further into the trees, looking for somewhere to take shelter. She had thought she would have found them by now and she hadn't brought her tent. "Stupid Akane" she groused.

Up ahead in the darkness, she saw the glow of a fire. Yes, a fire! She forced her chilled body to move onward drawing closer to it.

Ranma looked up when he heard the rustle of the bushes and the crunch of snow. "Wow Ryoga that was fast" he congratulated the other, "Storm packed one hell of a punch huh?". But it was not Ryoga that stepped into the openand sank to their knees before him.

"Akane!" Ranma jumped up and hurried to reach her. She lifted her head and glared at him, "I have been looking everywhere for you" she panted. Ranma blinked, taking in her weary expression, her shivering form. Her lack of gear. "Man Akane" he grumped, "I thought you were smarter than this".

She said nothing as he removed her pack, "No tent, no sleeping bag" he noted, "What are you doing out here?". She sucked in deep breaths, "I...ca came to find you" she repeated, "I heard on the news that the storm was coming, it's supposed to be huge Ranma. I just didn't think I'd have to come so far to find you".

Ranma sighed, reaching for her hand to lead her to the fire, "Geez Akane, you're freezing". He settled her before the fire and sank down beside her. "I thought you were Ryoga" he told her. She met his gaze, "You mean he's lost in this?" she demanded, "That bluster earlier was nothing compared to the front moving in".

Ranma grabbed her hand and pulled her back down when she rose, "He'll be fine Akane" he assured her, "He's used to being outside". She bit her lip, looking uncertain. "You sure?" she asked. Ranma smirked, "Oh yeah, he's quite the nature hog".

An hour later the wind howled through the trees and the fire was gone, buried under a fresh load of snow. Akane and Ranma had retreated to the tent watching the fury outside as it snapped at the tent. Ranma had set it up between two large rocks blocking most of the wind, but it was still cold as hell.

Akane, he noticed looked worn out. "Look Akane, why don't you go to sleep" he said, staring out into the swirling white. She glanced back at the single sleeping bag, "Uh...no" she said quickly, "I forgot mine and it's not right to take yours".

Ranma sighed, "Like I'm gonna let you freeze" he growled, eyeing the bedding. "There's enough room, it will be a close fit but we can manage it. Just go and get some rest, I am gonna go out and check the stakes one more time, to make sure we don't blow away tonight".

She nodded, a flush covering her cheeks. "O..okay" she agreed. Her clothing was still damp and she supposed she could change while he was outside. It wouldn't take very long. He unzipped the tent and stepped into the biting cold.

It was very cold in the tent and Akane knew it was only going to get worse. She had no reason to be shy about sharing the bag with him, they were alive and warm and wanted to stay that way right? "Right" she said quietly and stripped out of her damp clothing. She tugged on a long shirt and dry sweats.

With shaking fingers she carefully spread her wet clothing out on the opposite side of the tent, hopefully it would dry, she doubted it though. In the corner was a small heater and a radio both battery operated.

She heard the sound of cracking wood overhead and then the sound of branches scratching against the tent. "Ranma?" she called worriedly. "It's fine Akane" came the reply. She heard Ranma's muffled curses as well. More and more branches seemed to appear over the tent, but didn't crash through, she supposed Ranma was trying to keep the weight of the snow off of them.

She shrugged and reached for the heater, cranking the little lever in back to wind it up. It wasn't a powerful heater but the tent was small and it should at least take the bite from the air. She set it carefully on her pack frame. She had at least on hour's worth of warmth to enjoy before it had to be cranked again.

She slid into the sleeping bag, stuffing her coat under her head as a pillow. The sleeping bag smelled like Ranma she realized. That clean scent that was his alone. Like mountain rivers and snow dusted pines. She inhaled deeply and snuggled inside.

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Ranma had been glad to see that the stakes were still firmly lodged in the ground. He put heavy rocks over each one to keep it that way. "Man with all this snow, we're gonna be buried by morning" he said to himself.

His deep blue eyes landed on the large boulders flanking the tent. That was it! He kicked and punched through several large branches and lay them across the rocks and against the sides. The boughs would hold the snow off the tent and give some extra protection, small though it might be.

It took longer than he thought, but he did not want to get up in the middle of the night and have to dig his way out. No way. His thoughts kept returning to Akane, inside the tent. Not like they hadn't shared sleeping quarters before he reminded himself. Still, this was very different.

Brushing the snow from his clothes and hair, he unzipped the tent and crawled inside. The warmth hit him like a lover's touch. Ranma sighed happily seeing that she'd cranked it fully. "Thanks Akane" he said. She didn't answer him and he moved closer.

Her eyes were closed and she looked so peaceful in her sleep. "She really must have been tired" he whispered, considering that he and Ryoga had run most of the way here and she'd arrived only a few hours behind, meant she likely had too.

He shrugged out of his coat, laying it beside hers as his pillow and rummaged in his pack for dry clothing of his own. From what he could see, Akane was bundled to the nines. He couldn't sleep like that. Too many layers. He pulled out a pair of silken sleeping pants and glanced back to make sure she was still asleep.

'Hey that's my shirt' he noticed as he tugged his shoes and wet pants off. He slid into the the dry pair and pulled his shirt over his head. Like her, he laid his clothing out to dry. The heater should take care of them. He glanced back to the sleeping bag, suddenly uncertain he should climb in.

He sat up for a while longer, thinking about the storm, the curse, the cure and the woman snuggled inches away.

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Ryoga muttered curses under his breath as he shifted to get more comfortable. He was warm enough, but it seemed that every rock in Japan had picked his tent to sleep under, even though he'd dug through the snow to find most of them. "I hate you Ranma".

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"Ranma" Akane murmured softly and he turned to find her asleep still. She shifted ever so slightly, sighing softly in her dreams. Her cheeks flushed from the warmth of the tent. Ranma smiled softly, watching her. "You are so uncute" he said with great affection, not meaning a word of it. If anything just the opposite.

He was more than a little surprised when she sat up, eyes still closed and muttered she was hot. She pulled the sweats off and tossed them on him, unaware of her actions. Ranma tugged them from atop his head and threw them in the corner. " I can't believe I am going to bed at 8".

He was tired and decided now was as good a time as any to get in that bag. He cranked the heater again and set it in place and then slid slowly, carefully into the sleeping bag. Trying to keep as much distance between them as he could. It wasn't much.

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As the wind and snow battered the world outside, the occupants of the tent slept on. They didn't notice when the heater clicked off an hour later.

Sometime in the night Akane shifted backwards towards him. Ranma's arm came over her waist, drawing her into his warmth and they dozed on. One of Akane's leg slipped back to settle between his. Her head pillowed beside his on his bicep.

Akane became aware of warmth at her back, delightful warmth and snuggled closer to it, the band at her waist tightening fractionally and soft warm air puffed past her ear.

Ranma felt softness before him, softly scented warmth that he longed to keep close. He nosed through short soft hair and felt his nose touch the smooth shell of an ear. Akane, his sleep befuddled mind supplied. Akane, right where she belonged. With him.

His hand splayed feeling warm silk shift beneath his callused hand. He stoked his hand gently over the expanse of her shirt covered stomach, hardly aware that he was doing so. The material slid upwards when she shifted again, his hand coming in contact with bare flesh.

Ranma became aware of this fact, his mind registering that he was touching her, no matter how innocent that might be. He opened his eyes, lifting his head to peer down at her as she slumbered on.

There were so many things, he thought, between them. So many obstacles. She trusted him and yet she didn't. Trusted him to keep her safe but not her heart. He couldn't fault her entirely, Shampoo, Ukyo and Kodachi upset her. He knew that, but it seemed no matter what he said they didn't stop and she didn't believe he wanted it to.

He got so pissed off at his old man for the constant meddling, her's was no better. They just didn't seem to get that their children were like magnets the more they pushed them at one another the more they pushed away. That was until, somewhere along the way, they'd changed.

He recalled his first real kiss with Akane. Behind the dojo. She'd been furious over Shampoo appearing out of nowhere again and he'd only wanted to set her straight. As she so often did, she'd run and he'd chased after her. No amount of arguing gained him any ground.

So he'd done the unthinkable, he'd pushed her against the wooden structure and sealed his lips over hers. To shut her up he had qualified at the time, but the fire that burst into being at that first, chaste touch had called him a liar.

She had pummeled him with her fists, no power behind the blows even as she had whimpered against his lips and he had taken it one step further. His tongue tracing the pillowed softness of her lower lip, his eyes locked on hers. That was until, he'd slipped past her teeth and oh so lightly touched his tongue to hers.

She'd given him the sweetest, breathiest moan and her eyes had fallen shut. Those flashing fists no longer striking against him, but curled in the silk of his shirt. His tomboy had become a bit of heaven in his very arms.

He'd been slightly taken aback by her response to him, but was by no means opposed to it. Thrilled in fact. The one girl that always resisted him, the one that made him want to scream, want to kick something, want to run away, want to come back, want to protect, want to hold. Akane.

There were none of those things between them now. Not really, there was nothing between them now but a few scraps of cloth and the air itself. Why couldn't it be like this everyday? When left alone they got along well, hell they liked each other far beyond the the norms of friendship. Why couldn't they just leave them alone?

Akane shifted again, she was an active sleeper he decided. This time turning onto her back, her face towards his. That wasn't what drew his attention. No, it was the fact that in her movement his hand had also shifted and was now cupped just below her breast. Her bare breast.

If he extended his fingers the slightest bit, he would touch her. Not that he didn't want to, but if she woke up, he was dead meat. Besides, he wasn't some pervert like Kuno. He wanted her awake and responsive to all his touches. He was suddenly very glad that Ryoga had run off.

He lowered his head again and brushed his nose against her softly. Her own wrinkled in response and then she nestled closer to him. Ranma pressed a kiss to her brow and she sighed. He kissed her cheek and she smiled in her sleep, lifting her face.

Ranma placed his lips softly against hers, pressing the top then the bottom, the corner. His hand stroked over her bare stomach, his knee pinning one of her legs. Akane sighed, her lids twitching indicating she was waking.

When she sighed and murmured his name again, Ranma angled his mouth against hers. Melding lips and tongue in slow, sleepy fusion. Akane breathed in deeply through her nose, her hands sliding to twine around his neck.

He stroked his tongue in feather light touches across hers, knowing that she liked this type of kiss the best. Her taste was sweet and warm, and Ranma drank deeply of her, smiling against her mouth as she responded to him so beautifully.

Akane slowly came back to herself, waking to the sensation of complete warmth and slow, burning kisses. She must be dreaming, she decided. And it must be Ranma in it with her. Only he kissed like that. That slow sensual slide of tongues, the barest hints of touch. The finesse of a kiss that seemed to have escaped most guys that age.

The kiss broke, but the touch of lips remained. "Ranma" she murmured, "Don't stop". Ranma pulled back and stared down at her, "Akane?" he asked softly, "Are you awake? Akane?". He hoped that she was awake and if she wasn't that she didn't recall any of this, he didn't want her mad at him for days on end. Boy could she hold a grudge.

Akane heard it then, the soft tones of his voice. She slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the cloud of sleep. "R..Ranma?" she asked quietly. Her vision focused and there he was, poised above her, his warmth all around her.

"What are you doing?" she questioned softly, no anger in her tone, just curiousity. Ranma was so close to her, her cheeks heated. "Akane?" he asked, "Do you like it when I kiss you?". Dumb question, they both knew the answer to that. But would she say it?

She caught her lower lip between her teeth and met his eyes with uncertainty. Slowly she nodded and he smiled, the warm smile that was his alone. He brushed his thumb over her lip, tugging it free of her bite. The caress of his touch made her swallow hard.

Ranma met her blue gray eyes with own more vibrant ones, it was much darker now, but he'd been watching her long enough to be accustomed the light. "It's nice isn't it?" she asked breaking his private reverie. "What?" he asked. She snuggled closer to him, aware of his hand's proximity to her chest and not minding at the moment.

"Not having everyone around, watching our every move" she supplied. He chuckled, "Yeah it is. Its always better when its just us". In the dark she moved, her hand coming to touch his cheek softly, "Really?" she asked, "I know that I am a tomboy and uncute and I'm violent aa a gorilla and I'm not the kind of girl you'd ever pick.....but".

Ranma shushed her with a quick kiss, "You're just the kind of girl I would pick" he told her, and he meant it. Akane was still for a very long time, thinking about what he'd just said. "I want everything to be our decision" she said quietly, "About the things that affect us. I'm sorry about taking my frustration out on you".

He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose, "Well we both do it. I'm sorry too". Much to his surprise, she closed the distance lightly pressing her lips to his, she pressed her body to his. Ranma deepened her chaste kiss, running his hand along her bare back. His other hand moving to cup the back of her head and pull her onto him.

Akane felt them shift, turn and then she was laying atop him, his arms around her, his lips on hers. Wildfire leapt to life in her veins. He wore no shirt, and the hard panes of muscle pressed against her rounded breasts deliciously.

Ranma feasted on her, lapping at her mouth with slow abandon. He didn't need to hurry, and things like this according to the anything goes art should not be rushed in any case. His hands were under her shirt, stroking gentle patterns over her back and shoulders and then he grew bolder.

One hand slid down over her backside, lightly squeezing it, pulling her closer to his groin. Akane moaned at the touch, somewhat startled to feel his hardness brush against her stomach and he shifted her once more and he was flush with the heat of her.

Akane gasped as a flutter of sensation shot through her, but Ranma seemed to sense that and soothed her with honeyed kisses and whispered words. "Akane" he murmured into her mouth, "You feel so good against me". His words making her blood heat, and wetness pool in the pristine cotton of her panties.

She sat up, straddling him and looked down him. Her hands trailing over his chest, her eyes warm. She loved him, knew it. Hell, even he knew it. They...loved each other. In a strange way they showed it, just not to others. There was no room for others in their private world.

Ranma reached up and cupped her cheek, smiling when she leaned into the touch and he led her back down against him, clasping her close and rolling her quickly. She was now pinned beneath him, his weight heavy between her thighs.

In their manuevers, the sleeping bag had worked it's way lower and was barely covering their legs now. They didn't seem to notice it at first. Ranma kept his eyes locked on Akane's. "You can stop me anytime, and I won't be mad" he told her, "It's up to you". She nodded, understanding that they had reached some crucial turning point.

Ranma lifted her just enough to work the shirt over her head. Akane lay still beneath him as he straddled her, reversing their previous positions. She was pale like the moon, her breasts free of restraints. Soft white mounds tipped with pink nipples. Nipples that hardened under his gaze.

It was then that he noticed the goosebumps lifting on her arms. Those were not from him. She shivered but held his gaze. "You cold Akane?" he asked and she nodded, "A little". Ranma shook his head, "We can't have that" he told her and reached over to grab the heater. He cranked it fully and set it aside. "It should warm up in a minute" he said, "But until then, I think I can more than help".

He covered her with his body, pressing light nipping kisses to her ear, making her shiver for an altogether different reason. Outside the wind howled and snapped the nylon tent. Inside she panted and moaned and writhed against him.

Ranma kissed his way with hot open mouthed kisses along the column of her throat, finding that she was very sensitive there. She sucked in her breath and jolted in his arms when he found it. He purposely took his time there.

Akane felt the swirl of his tongue over her pulse and then the light scrape of teeth. When he sucked on her skin, she tangled her hands in his hair, the usual pig tail unraveling in her fingers. She moaned and held him against her. She turned her head to the side and flicked her tongue along the shell of his ear and he ground his hips into hers, stealing her breath.

His hand trailed down to her glorious breasts, tracing abstract patterns over the quivering flesh. "You're beautiful Akane" he told her as he kissed along her collarbone. He palmed one, feeling her heart race. His finger teased in ever tighter circles around the peak but never touched.

He did the same with his mouth, spattering kisses and making her groan for something more. Ranma wasn't so easily dissuaded. Once he was certain her skin was overly sensitized, he laved his tongue over the peak. She arched as though hit by lightening.

Akane closed her eyes, feeling her breath come in pants. He was teasing her, making her want, so much that she didn't know. And then his mouth was there, closing over the turgid peak of her breast, pulling against the roof his mouth, suckling like a child, rolling the bud on his tongue, tugging it tenderly with his teeth. She felt the echoing tugs in her core.

Her hands sought him, wanting to touch all of him that she could reach. Ranma had other plans, catching her wrists in one palm, he held them above her as he gave the same thorough attention to the other breast. His free hand skimmed over her stomach and then lower, gliding over the protective cotton. Those just had to go.

Feeling Akane tense slightly, he lifted his head and kissed her deeply, even as his palm covered her mound. He rubbed it through the cotton, once, twice. He felt the dampness there and moaned softly. She was killing him. His fingers pressing into that wetness, pressed against the very heat of her, keeping the material between them.

Akane shivered and tugged trying to get free. He held her fast. "Oh...o...Ra...Ranma!" she whimpered, desire flaring hot in her body. Ranma brushed his nose against her cheek, "Easy Akane" he whispered, "Don't fight it". His clever fingers pulled the crotch her panties aside and he stroked the slick lips, most happy to find them completely smooth. "Akane" he breathed in a teasing voice, "Someone shaves".

She blushed and tried to look away but he nosed her back to where he wanted her, "I like that Akane" he told her in a heated tone, "I like that alot". To show her how much, he pressed his thumb against the bundle of nerves there even as he closed his mouth over hers, swallowing her resulting cry.

Akane felt electricty travel through her body, what was he doing to her? she'd touched herself before, sure who hadn't? But it had never felt like this before. Not ever. Her hips writhed beneath his hand as he played her pearl, when he felt increased wetness, he gently inserted a finger into her untried canal.

She arched against him, her eyes flying open at the sweetly instrusive touch. "Ran -" she began but with a press of his thumb her words fell away into a shivery breath. "This is for me Akane" he told her, "This part of you. But it's not enough, not unless I have all of you. Your heart and your body".

He pressed another finger within her and she sobbed his name, feeling a strange tightness sweep over her. "I am yours Ranma" she cried out brokenly, her hips bucking against his hand and Ranma smiled, an almost feral smile.

He withdrew from her, long enough to shed his pants and return. Naked. Together. The thought struck her hard, this was it. She would be his. She'd imagined it often enough. Ranma pushed her legs apart and knelt between them. His face hovering over her core. "What are you doing?" she asked, mortified that he would be there.

He grinned at her from across her mound, "I am taking what's mine" he told her, "I want to taste you, make you come Akane. Hard". His words made her cheeks burn and her core pulse. "I don't know" she whispered, feeling very shy.

Ranma pressed her back to the nylon bedding, virgins. They worried over the strangest things sometimes. "You'll like this I promise" he told her. She was still tense, "But what about you?" she asked. Ranma stroked her inner thighs, "Trust me Akane. I'm going to like this too". Oh, was he.

Akane didn't look convinced but Ranma knew that would change. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and ran his tongue along the wet crevice. Akane jolted but he held her firmly. His tongue slithered up to tease that wonderful spot again and Akane fell back against the bag. Ranma smirked against her wet folds, happened every time.

He ate her like she was an exotic fruit, sucking the lips of her, nibbling lightly on the inner ones. Pressing his tongue high inside of her, stabbing into her again and again. She struggled to get free from him but he dragged her back, devouring her again.

Ranma found intense pleasure in this act. To have a woman completely open and vulnerable to him was a huge turn on. Blame it on male ego, but it didn't change the fact that he liked oral sex. He loved the smell of a woman, the taste of a woman. Loved seeing them writhe against him, whimpering as he brought them to release only to do it again. If he had a fetish, this was it.

"Mmmm" he rumbled against her clit, her juices trickling down his chin, "You are so hot Akane". Her hands were buried in his hair now and she no longer fought him, having given up to what she felt. She cried out when he sucked hard on her clit, making it come out and play with him.

"Oh my gods" she moaned "Ranma...please... I can't". He stuck two fingers into her, as he worked her clit with his tongue. "I'm gonna make you come so hard Akane that you won't stop shaking until morning" he told her. The way he was attacking her, she could believe that.

She bowed off the bedding as lights began to dance behind her eyes. "Ah..... ah......ah gods.....ah.......Ranma!". She came hard against him, Ranma continued to lap at her as she came down from her great height. He was hard as a rock and slipped his hand down to tug at his erection in an effort to ease the ache as he tasted the salty sweet honey her orgasm had produced.

She panted harshly, shook like a leaf in the wind. Ranma slid up her body stopping to lap at her stomach and breasts. He pressed his lips to hers, and she taste the slight linger of herself there. Ranma slid his arm under her head again and blinked when he felt wetness. "Akane?" he asked in the dark, "Are you crying?".

She shook her head and pressed her face into his neck, but he felt the tears. Shrugging her into the open he leaned closer, "Hey what's wrong?" he asked. Concern flooding his voice. Akane felt like a big baby. "It's nothing Ranma....i...its just that...well.... it.....felt so good.....I".

His soft chuckle made her stop. "Akane, it's supposed to feel good. It's okay" he assured her. She blushed in the dim light from the heater coil, "I've never... you know.....before" she whispered. Ranma was stock still, "You've never had an orgasm before?" he asked. She nodded against him and bumped his chin lightly.

Ranma smiled gently, "Akane, baby, don't cry. I promise that you'll have many many more". She kissed him, tugging him onto her again, taking comfort in his knowledge, in his strength. Ranma kissed her gently and worked his hand between their bodies again, his erection still a pressing issue.

He teased her folds, "I want you Akane" he told her, "But if it's too much for you, I understand". Akane reached past his waist to grip his sex. "It's so hard" she said softly, almost in wonder, "And hot". Ranma pressed his brow to hers as she innocently touched him, explored him, "Yeah" he agreed, "and it wants to be inside of you".

Akane stroked him one last time, "Ok". Ranma tensed, "Are you sure?" he asked. She nodded, bumping his chin again, "I want you to have all of me" she confirmed. He fused his lips to hers hungrily. His tongue twirling with hers and he tested her wetness with his fingers. She was plenty ready, but he wanted her on the edge of orgasm before he took her virginity. It would hurt less.

Akane felt his fingers slide into her, curling to press against a tender spot. He stroked her, latching onto her nipple as he did so, throwing her senses into overdrive. When he felt the first flutters of her heat against his fingers, he slid up to catch her lips in a gentle kiss. "Might hurt at first. I'm sorry" he whispered.

He pinned her wrists above her head again and lifted one thigh onto his hip, then he rolled forward and began to sink into her. Slowly, agonizingly slow, he stretched her. Her body so hot and tight that he had to grit his teeth to keep it together.

Then he felt it. The barrier. He locked eyes with her, "Say it Akane" he demanded, "Say that you are mine. Not Kuno's not Ryoga's, only mine". She whispered it back to him. "Always yours, just yours". He slammed his hips forward tearing her innocence swiftly.

She stiffened and cried out, trying to get away but he held her close, pressing kisses to her temple. "I am sorry honey" he murmured, "I'll help you like it". He held so still, trying not to hurt her. Her body had tightened almost painfully on him.

She sniffled against his neck. She knew it would hurt, just not like that. Then his hand was there stroking those nerves and blurring the pain into a strange pleasure. Slowly he withdrew, not even an inch and pushed forward. His fingers striking a fast tempo all the while.

Akane hissed in pleasure, her knees drawing up as she sought to meet him. "That's my girl" Ranma whispered to her. All too soon, he was rocking hard against her, his pace still slow. He was determined to touch every part of her canal.

She moaned in his ear, her nails scoring his back lightly as he angled his hips to strike her clit, his head to touch that odd spot within. He lifted her thighs onto his upper arms and increased his pace, pounding into her, listening to her moans and wails fill the tent, drowning out the storm around them.

"Do you like that?" he rasped to her. Akane's hands fell to her chest, pulling at her nipples as he pumped her. "Ooooohhhh, oh yes. More Ranma, harder!" she begged. And harder was what she got. He pressed his fingertips to her clit and hammered against that spongy spot within. Her body clenched around him, fluttering wildly.

His own body was nearing it's peak. His sac drawing up against his body, growing tight. "I'm gonna come Akane" he panted. He couldn't come in her though, she wouldn't have anything to prevent a child. She wasn't thinking of that and came hard bellowing his name to the heavens.

Ranma pumped her hard once, twice more and withdrew, working his fist on himself. "I wanna come on you Akane since I can be in you" he groaned. She nodded breathless. She closed her eyes feeling hot wetness spatter against her stomach.

Ranma watched his seed erupt from his tip and land in spurt across her pale stomach, some pooling in her navel. Gods she was hot. He rubbed the head against her slick folds helping to prolong her orgasm. A last spurt shot out and dribbled across the vibrant pink lips. "That is very hot" he told her, catching his breath.

He reached behind himself and gathered his pants, he was about to wipe the seed from her when she stopped him. "I can use the snow" she told him softly. he blinked at her, "It's gonna be cold" he warned. She shifted, wincing slightly, "It's okay. You can get me warm again". She began to unzip the tent when Ranma caught her face and kissed her tenderly. "Come on tomboy".

They hurried to clean up in the snow, and dashed back into the tent. Akane's teeth chattered as Ranma cranked the heater again. Then they curled inside the sleeping bag, bare and happy. Akane was soon lulled by the heat of the tent and his body, not to mention the gentle stroking of her back.

"Thank you Ranma" she whispered against his chest, "It was wonderful". Ranma kissed the top of her head and smiled, "Yeah well, only the best for my girl" he replied hugging her closer. Akane smiled, his girl. That was her.