Heh heh heh. I�m baaaaaack (for just a little bit. And here I thought grad school 
was going to be easier).

Jusenkyo Productions Proudly Presents
A Ranma 1/2 Lemon Spam Fic
When Akane Gives you Lemons... 

This here fic is lemony scented. You know what that means. Just out of curiosity, 
could I see a show of hands of how many people will ignore this and read the fic 
anyway? 

That�s what I though. 
****
     A fine sheen of sweat covered Ranma-chan. Every so often, a few droplets would 
gather around her curves to take advantage of those shifting curves to slowly collect 
and become real drops, slowly meandering their way down her mostly bare form. But far 
from being uncomfortable, the sweat only served to heighten Ranma-chan's anticipation.
     It had taken a long time to get to this point she admitted to herself 
(or himself). The agonizing wait while the heat on her body just kept on building 
higher and higher. It was almost as if she was being teased with this wait. Just when 
she though she could take no more, she found the heat intensifying and her tolerance 
rising to match it, like two hawks she once saw climbing into the sky in China, 
performing their acrobatic mating dance.
     But now, like those hawks that had finally parted to just soar cool and level 
high above the earth, the heat was no longer a distraction, rather it was a small 
lift to her, a moment to be savored as her prize now stood with in her grasp. 
     And what a prize it was too, tall and slender, it just waited for her. 
     Ranma-chan's blue eyes flickered up, seeking approval as she hesitantly reached.
Deep brown eyes reflected back acceptance and a hint of impatience. Permission had 
been granted and now anticipation from the other party started to grow as Ranma 
reached out for what she had been waiting for so long. 
     Delicate fingers reached out and slowly slid along the form in front of her, 
bringing it every so closer, drawing small paths in the thin watery sheen that covered 
what she sought. Fingers that could perform the most advanced martial art techniques 
and crush steel now gently closed on the treasure that had been presented to her.
     Ranma's ruby red lips parted to take in the long instrument of her delight. A 
small sigh escaped the owner of those brown eyes as they surveyed the unfolding scene, 
tensing with anticipation as Ranma slowly, ever so slowly, drew the thing she was 
after fully into her lush mouth.
     For Ranma it was heaven. The tip was slightly moist with the delight that she 
sought, nay, yearned for with all of her being. Just a hint of taste, the barest hint 
of what was to come. But for that ultimate treat, she would need to work for it. 
     She started at a slow pace, tilting her head slightly as she started to suck. No 
need to rush now, it would be all the better for the wait after all. Her sensual 
tongue curved around and around the tip, trying to wipe away all taste, but at the 
same time draw more of it to her eagerly awaiting mouth. 
     Somehow, Ranma could feel the pressure build as her task reached its climax; the 
treat that she sought was making its way up the shaft. Encouraged by that feeling, and 
the small moan of anticipation that she heard from her partner in this, encouraged her 
to suck harder and harder. 
     With what felt like a dam bursting, the tart, yet sweet, liquid filled her mouth. 
Gasping at the taste, she worked furiously to catch every drop of that precious 
liquid. Her tongue swirled around her mouth, catching every taste, every drop, 
herding down her soft throat. She sighed in ecstasy, and then disappointment, as the 
sweet ambrosia ceased its flow.
     Gently she used her tongue one last time to lightly clean the tool of her 
pleasure, restoring it to its original state before she withdrew it from her mouth. 
Disappointment, that her experience was now over, warred with anticipation, for next 
the time, for a moment before settling into an expression of bliss. 
     Her deep blue eyes once more raised up to seek out the brown ones, the ones that 
had watched her joy and took great pleasure in it.
     Ranma smiled, the corners of her mouth still stained and slightly sticky with the
liquid that she recently had drank, and drank deeply, of.
     �Thanks, Akane�, she said, wiping away the sweat of a hot Nerima summer's day, 
"You might not know how to boil water, but you sure do know how to make lemonade!" 

Owari... End

Now who didn�t see THAT coming?

Ranma 1/2 is owned by the great Takahashi Rumiko-sama, I on the other hand, own a 
yo-yo. Please don�t take my yo-yo. The idea for this one comes from a very weird 
conversation with on of my best friends that pondered the parentage of Heero Yui 
(Shinji and Rei) and moved on to how to annoy those people who want a nice lemon, a 
yaoi (or yuri [In Ranma�s a girl, and enjoys Kuno�s bokken, does that make it a yaoi?
And if he IS a girl, and has one of those many Ranma-chan/Akane sex scenes, does that
make it a yuri?]), and descriptive writing. 

And now, if you�ll excuse me, I have to run for my life from all those who WERE 
expecting a real lemon, not a glass of lemonade.   

Jusenkyo Guide     
---
The Eternally Lost Student Ambassador
Guide of the Training Grounds of Accursed Springs

"I will rise as the God of Death again! But right now... I need some sleep!"
Duo Maxwell, Gundam Wing


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