[FFML] [RANMA] [lime] In One Breath

I found the opening two paragraphs of this on my work account, which I
am nuking of all personal stuff. I decided to see where it went. It's
influenced by Joyce, if fanfiction can be influenced by Joyce. :P

Disclaimer: All of these characters are not mine, they belong to Rumiko Takahashi. God knows why I and others continue to rehash her works. Eh.

She was shaking. Or he was. Or both of them were. He still avoided her
eyes. He wasn't really sure what brought them to this place - on the
uncomfortable tile floor, clothes in disgarded piles, slightly damp,
still breathing heavily.

It was a twighlight time, somwhere in the haze after Jusenkyo. He went
through the motions, defeating martial artists, avoiding accidental
marriage proporals, training...and watching Akane. As always, he
enjoyed that the most. Her hand coming up to push a lock of hair
behind her ear, her outline in her window at night, her smile. Her
smile.

He didn't want to get up. He didn't want to breathe. There were no
declarations whispered at moonlight, rings, or other trappings. He
should have guessed it would be the furo. A laugh almost escaped him,
but his fear of moving, of breaking this blissful second suppressed
it. The feeling of her lips still seared his mouth, he could remember
the perfect shape of her breasts, how they filled his hands to
perfection. Hell, he could still feel them, pressed against his
chest.

One million Akanes. She offers him her hand, she takes it away, she
smiles, she frowns. She's in a sexy evening gown, she's in a school
uniform, she's in a wedding dress. He saw a million Akanes, cooking,
fighting, sleeping, dreaming, and he loved them all. His kaleidoscope
snapped together into one, an essence of Akane.

He wondered if she knew just how much power over him she had. He saw a
million Ranmas, hurt, happy, ferocious, and kind, each with his heart
in his hand, offering it up for dissection. His beautiful
torturer. He'd often thought of her in that way in his bleak moments,
a half-aware surgeon nonchalantly picking through his guts, sometimes
caressing, sometimes squeezing until he thought he'd surely die.

But none of this solved the instant at hand. He and Akane had
just...done something. Done it. Done that thing that the boys at
school told him that he wanted more than anything. The thing that was
supposed to be the most important thing. It was supposed to be
planned, a slow circling the prey, cajoling, anticipation finally
realized.

He had walked in on Akane this time. The irony swelled and then
died. She didn't yell or throw anything at him. Akane wanted to
talk. It was something small, something about their schoolwork of the
day for gods' sake. Her eyes pleaded with him to ignore the
uncomfortable situation, and to just talk. He did. He talked about
math, and how gym was, and what they had to do tomorrow. They sat and
talked.

Akane murmured something inconsequential, and looked over her shoulder
at him. He kissed her. He wanted to show his appreciation to her for
just talking, just making some time to spend with him. And he had
kissed her. He never really was good with words.

And they were kissing, and they were already naked, and one thing led
to another. He wanted her. He had been unaware to that point just how
much he did. He knew that he loved her, had a pretty good idea of what
people who loved each other did to each other, and even fantasized
about her. He was unprepared for this feeling, this depth of
emotion. He felt that if someone tried to move him away from this spot
that he'd surely die. Or kill.

He felt a shuddering underneath him. He was instantly sorry, hating
himself for doing this, sans candlelight, diamonds, flowers, all of
those things that were supposed to happen. He was heavy, he was
crushing her, he had hurt her, and now his life was ending. There was
a brief, delirious thought, a pleasure in being killed by her, if that
was what she really wanted.

The shudders grew, and he reluctantly lifted himself off, ready for
whatever fate had for him. Two arms pulled him back down on top of
her. The shuddering escaped from her mouth and she was giggling, then
laughing.

She was laughing!

He kissed her deeply, and was ready for whatever came next.

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Done in about 45 mins, and it shows. whee!