ranmafan@cats.ucsc.edu (Kristin Laura Huntsman) < > indicates thought >> << indicates sound effects Ranma 1/2 Lemon Only Two Thousand Yen! Ranma climbed the stairs to her room sullenly. she asked herself, opening the door and going in. Not only did the old man try and kill her, but Akane, too, after she told her to try her own cooking. Sighing, Ranma pulled off her shirt and laid down on her futon. The evening was too warm to even consider taking a hot bath to change back into her boy-form. Like she would have a chance of getting past Akane with that sword of hers... Sighing, Ranma reached for one of the washrags she kept in a bowl of cold water next to her bed these days. The summer was so hot in Furinkan that she always needed these cool rags at the end of a day. Not like in China; the summers there were at least tolerable. Ranma thought Ranma looked at her nipples with surprise; they were tingling from the contact with the cool water. She smiled faintly and put the cloth back in the bowl. she thought as she started to caress her breasts Closing her eyes, Ranma reveled in the sensation as her touch upon her breasts caused her insides to start that slow, churning feeling... she decided Ranma untied her waistband and kicked off her pants, then pulled off her undershorts as well. Sighing, she picked up one of the washrags again, and started rubbing the coolness across her stomach and legs. As she gently caressed her inner thighs, she felt the sensations within her quicken. She let her head roll back as the drawing inside of her started to pull... Dropping the washcloth back in the bowl, she sat on her heels and started to play with her breasts in earnest. Softly, she moaned as her heartbeat duplicated itself between her loins. She reached down and placed her first two fingers between the folds of flesh and began to tease her wetness around her femininity. >>KLACK!<< Ranma's eyes flew open as she heard the door close. "A-Akane!" she said, startled. She'd been so distracted that she hadn't even heard... Suddenly, Ranma blushed and looked away. To be caught doing this by anyone, even by her kawaiikune iinazuke...! "Ranma," she heard Akane say softly, after a pause "Do you do this often?" "No." she answered miserably. Akane smiled softly. "Then you must be the only girl in this house who doesn't." she said. "What?!" Ranma said, looking back at her as she knelt down on the floor. "We all do this to ourselves, Kasumi, Nabiki, and I," Akane said, smiling "We talk about it sometimes, when you men aren't around." "Talk about it?" Ranma asked "What do you talk about?" "We talk about our fantasies, mostly, and compare notes." Akane said. "Fantasies? You... fantasize?" Ranma asked, curious "About who?" "Oh, Kasumi mostly about Tofu-sensei," Akane answered "Nabiki about some of the guys in her magazines, sometimes some of the guys in her class." "And you?" Ranma felt compelled to ask. "... I fantasize about you." Akane answered quietly, looking away. "About... me?" Ranma asked. Akane nodded. "About me as a boy or a girl?" "... Both," Akane answered, blushing "And sometimes about both at once." "..." Ranma replied, looking away. "Next time make sure your door's shut all the way, Ranma," Akane said, getting up "It might not be me next time." "Akane..." Ranma said. "Yes?" she asked, pausing at the doorway. "I'm sorry I said what I did about your cooking," Ranma said "It really isn't your fault that you don't know how to cook." "Ranma..." Akane said softly, turning to face her. She walked back to where Ranma-chan was sitting and kneeled down. "Thank you." "Akane..." Ranma said, watching the tender look on Akane's face, something that she rarely had an opportunity to do. It seemed like they were always fighting... Suddenly, Akane pulled her blouse over her head. As it dropped on the floor next to her, she unfastened her bra and laid it on top of the blouse. She looked at Ranma with a seriousness in her eyes that she ususually only got when she was fighting. "You don't think it's sick, do you, wanting to be with another girl?" she asked. "I'm a boy," was Ranma's automatic response, but she caught it halfway. She considered the question, picturing making love to Akane as a girl, and slowly shook her head. "No, I don't think that it's sick at all." "Then... would you..." Akane said, unsure of how to phrase the ending. "Yes," Ranma said simply. She reached for another washcloth as Akane stood and stepped out of her skirt and panties. As Akane sat back down again, completely naked, Ranma gently started to rub it over her breast. "You really do have nice breasts," she said "They're not as big as mine, but they're nice." "Ranma..." Akane said through gritted teeth. Suddenly she thought of the right way to get back at Ranma. She kissed her. "A-Akane!" Ranma said, shocked, as Akane drew back. "I think that neither of us know how to kiss very well." Akane said, sounding rueful. "... Want to try to teach ourselves?" Ranma asked, thinking of a way to one-up Akane. Akane looked at her, startled. she thought "Okay." she said. They closed their eyes as they leaned together, meeting in the middle. Their lips met each other, and they kissed. Ranma thought <... It's missing something,> Akane thought Ranma thought as Akane opened her mouth wider against hers and gently put her tongue into Ranma's mouth. Akane would have smiled, were she not so busy teaching Ranma to French kiss, as Ranma put her tongue in her mouth. They gently sucked on each other's tongues for a little while, until Ranma gently started to caress Akane's breasts. Akane thought from behind her closed eyes Ranma opened her eyes, startled for a second, as Akane raised her hands to her breasts, and started to tease at the nipples. Ranma thought, closing her eyes again as her breasts started to tingle, and the sensations below kicked back in, teasing, taunting with pleasure. she thought, feeling the juices flowing from her body again. Slowly, she lowered one of her hands between Akane's legs. Akane slid her legs apart as Ranma's hand rested for a second upon her mound. she thought as Ranma touched her core. This was one of her fantasies, and she was living it out. How many women got to do that? It was so good, even better than it had been when it was just a fantasy and she was touching herself... As Ranma began to stroke her, Akane softly moaned. It felt like fire, like burning lava pouring through her body. It kept building. She needed to do something... Restlessly, she dropped her own hand between Ranma's legs and felt her wetness, her readiness, as she began to tease at Ranma's femininity. "Ah... Ah..." Ranma moaned, breaking their intertwined kiss in order to breathe. Akane was good at doing this; her touch burned upon Ranma, building her higher. She'd never been this wet before, never been this ready. As Akane stroked her, she moved her own finger upon Akane more furiously, in turn. "Oh, God..." Akane moaned, as she felt the fire build high, higher than she'd ever gone before. She was nearly there already... Ranma thought as the passion threatened to swallow her. Only by concentrating upon her fingers, still moving in Akane's cleft, was she able to keep it at bay... Akane thought, desparate, needing release. Ranma thought, fighting the pleasure, needing it to stop. thought Akane. "Ah...! Ah! AH!!!" they cried out together they both reached their climaxes, and the world around them went black. "Akane..." Ranma whispered, a few minutes later. "Ranma..." Akane whispered back. "You know, you really are a kawaiikune tomboy..." Ranma said "But you're MY kawaiikune tomboy." "You're an idiot, Ranma," Akane replied "But you're MY idiot, and that makes it different." "Akane... I like you." "I like you, too, Ranma." Akane said as they laid down on the futon together. Slowly, their wet hands met each other, and they were silent. Outside the door to Ranma and Genma's room, Nabiki and Kasumi sat quietly, listening. As they heard Ranma and Akane cry out their pleasure, they both smiled, and got up, heading downstairs into the kitchen. "That's two thousand yen you owe me, Kasumi." Nabiki said, helping herself to a cookie. "Getting those two together was well worth it," Kasumi said, handing Nabiki the money "Though I admit, I didn't think that you could do it." "Hey, I can do anything if you give me a monetary incentive." Nabiki said as she left. Kasumi thought as she picked up a knife and prepared to make dinner Author's Note: Okay, disclaimer first: obviously, the characters and situations in this fanfic are shamelessly stolen from Rumiko Takahashi, and for me to even try to claim otherwise would be ridiculous. That said, I hope that I didn't stray too far from the "feel" of Ranma 1/2, and that you enjoyed reading it. Comments, constructive criticism, and corrections are welcome at ranmafan@cats.ucsc.edu, though flames will be ignored. This was my first effort at writing a fan-fic, and I hope that I can learn from your feedback. Mata ne! Newsgroups: rec.arts.anime.stories Subject: Ranma Lemon Keywords: Ranma, Lemon Please post this. ... If it is here. Thank You.