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Nov. 20th, 2003 11:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nishatalithamaudlinrose was complaining that she had no smut. So I wrote some and I sent it to her. Now I am posting it here.
It is het and is sweet.
Fandom: my latest craze, Ranma1/2
Ranma/Akane
They touch.
It's something new to them. They've never really been able to touch each other very much. Fiancees and wannabe lovers keep getting in the way, and misunderstandings cause painful touching, rather than the gentle touches they're trying out now for the first time.
They ran away together. It was easy, after everything, although going back will be hard. The papers for their marriage were still signed after the disastrous last attempt, in which they were bombed, smothered in love potions and attacked by perverts.
They're in a small cheap hotel on the very outskirts of Tokyo, on the opposite side to Nerima. By the time their last day at school was done, and they'd signed the papers, they couldn't get very far before nightfall.
They were tired of waiting.
They look at each other, eyes meeting and dancing away.
"So."
"Yes."
"Er."
"Um."
"Well."
"Ah."
Their eyes meet again and they laugh nervously.
He reaches out, and catches her by the hand. It's a simple grasp, one she could escape from easily; she is a trained martial artist, after all, if not so good as he is. He draws her in close, and she rests her head on his shoulder.
They've read the pamphlets, and have been to the sex ed. days at school. They know what they're supposed to do. It's just suddenly very different when faced with the reality of it, and not even their most passionate kisses and feelings for each other could really prepare them for it.
They've had dinner, brushed teeth, showered and readied themselves for bed. There are no excuses to back out now, no matter how scary this is.
She reaches up and pulls his head down for a kiss. They know how to do this - they've done so before, if not often without interruptions. They find that the lack of interruptions and the fact that they don't have to hold themselves back make a huge difference.
Carefully, she takes some of her attention away from the kisses to bring her hands down from around his neck, and undoes his pyjama top, letting her hands rest comfortably on his warm skin, and for the first time, begin to caress it. He gasps into her mouth in surprise, and mimics her actions.
She sees why he gasps. His hands are warm on her breasts, comfort and arousal in one. He plays around a bit, and his fingers flick over her nipples and she cries out. They move to the bed as her curiously brings his mouth to them.
That's even better, she finds, loving it, loving him.
They squirm their way into the centre of the bed, carelessly loosing nightclothes on the way. The lighting is already low, because he switched off the main light earlier while she was in the bathroom, and turned on the bedside lights.
The low light helps her feel less self-conscious.
They stop to look. It's a new sight for her. She's never been exposed to a naked guy before. The pictures Nabiki sells aren't as... real as he is now. She blushes and averts her gaze.
He stares at her. He's seen what a naked female looks like, in his other form, but she is something quite new and wonderful to him. She's been off-limits, thanks to interferring family, friends and enemies, but now she is his, or they are each other's, and it is an amazing thing.
Reverently, he runs his hands over her form.
"You are so beautiful," he says.
She doesn't protest, even though he called her uncute just before they got to this crummy motel. She just looks at him with wonder in her eyes. "So are you."
He blushes.
She reaches up to his shoulders, and pulls him down to her, kissing him, but it breaks off as their entire bodies are touching.
"Wow," he says.
She nods.
They spend time unaccounted, exploring each others body, learning what touch tickles and what soothes and what arouses. They call each other 'love' and 'beautiful' and 'sweet' and 'darling', names they would never call each other in public.
Their love-making isn't perfect. There are stops and starts, hugs and laughter. But they want this, and determidly, they follow through.
It is worth it. The slow touches become faster, gentle touches become harsher until they lose control, and fall into each other until the world shatters and there is only each other.
They cling to each other, after, revelling in the joy of touching and being touched.
When they return home to Nerima, they don't even get the chance to tell their carefully crafted lies about where they were, and what they were doing. People can tell immediately.
They have the right to touch each other now, and it shows.
End.
Went to Black Knights's parents place for dinner tonight. I say that, even though Black Knight and I cooked dinner. Lai's Sloppy Chicken Enchilada's went down really well - request for the recipe. Yay! Also, raw spinach (tasteless and nice, raw carrots and mushrooms fried in butter).
And made (and brought back) Grandma's chocolate fudge recipe, so I get to taste that soon. I hope I made it right.
Did Ambrosia for desert. It was nice, too.
Then I came home, put the fudge in the fridge and went online. And yes. Here I am. And then I wrote that fic above.
It is het and is sweet.
Fandom: my latest craze, Ranma1/2
Ranma/Akane
They touch.
It's something new to them. They've never really been able to touch each other very much. Fiancees and wannabe lovers keep getting in the way, and misunderstandings cause painful touching, rather than the gentle touches they're trying out now for the first time.
They ran away together. It was easy, after everything, although going back will be hard. The papers for their marriage were still signed after the disastrous last attempt, in which they were bombed, smothered in love potions and attacked by perverts.
They're in a small cheap hotel on the very outskirts of Tokyo, on the opposite side to Nerima. By the time their last day at school was done, and they'd signed the papers, they couldn't get very far before nightfall.
They were tired of waiting.
They look at each other, eyes meeting and dancing away.
"So."
"Yes."
"Er."
"Um."
"Well."
"Ah."
Their eyes meet again and they laugh nervously.
He reaches out, and catches her by the hand. It's a simple grasp, one she could escape from easily; she is a trained martial artist, after all, if not so good as he is. He draws her in close, and she rests her head on his shoulder.
They've read the pamphlets, and have been to the sex ed. days at school. They know what they're supposed to do. It's just suddenly very different when faced with the reality of it, and not even their most passionate kisses and feelings for each other could really prepare them for it.
They've had dinner, brushed teeth, showered and readied themselves for bed. There are no excuses to back out now, no matter how scary this is.
She reaches up and pulls his head down for a kiss. They know how to do this - they've done so before, if not often without interruptions. They find that the lack of interruptions and the fact that they don't have to hold themselves back make a huge difference.
Carefully, she takes some of her attention away from the kisses to bring her hands down from around his neck, and undoes his pyjama top, letting her hands rest comfortably on his warm skin, and for the first time, begin to caress it. He gasps into her mouth in surprise, and mimics her actions.
She sees why he gasps. His hands are warm on her breasts, comfort and arousal in one. He plays around a bit, and his fingers flick over her nipples and she cries out. They move to the bed as her curiously brings his mouth to them.
That's even better, she finds, loving it, loving him.
They squirm their way into the centre of the bed, carelessly loosing nightclothes on the way. The lighting is already low, because he switched off the main light earlier while she was in the bathroom, and turned on the bedside lights.
The low light helps her feel less self-conscious.
They stop to look. It's a new sight for her. She's never been exposed to a naked guy before. The pictures Nabiki sells aren't as... real as he is now. She blushes and averts her gaze.
He stares at her. He's seen what a naked female looks like, in his other form, but she is something quite new and wonderful to him. She's been off-limits, thanks to interferring family, friends and enemies, but now she is his, or they are each other's, and it is an amazing thing.
Reverently, he runs his hands over her form.
"You are so beautiful," he says.
She doesn't protest, even though he called her uncute just before they got to this crummy motel. She just looks at him with wonder in her eyes. "So are you."
He blushes.
She reaches up to his shoulders, and pulls him down to her, kissing him, but it breaks off as their entire bodies are touching.
"Wow," he says.
She nods.
They spend time unaccounted, exploring each others body, learning what touch tickles and what soothes and what arouses. They call each other 'love' and 'beautiful' and 'sweet' and 'darling', names they would never call each other in public.
Their love-making isn't perfect. There are stops and starts, hugs and laughter. But they want this, and determidly, they follow through.
It is worth it. The slow touches become faster, gentle touches become harsher until they lose control, and fall into each other until the world shatters and there is only each other.
They cling to each other, after, revelling in the joy of touching and being touched.
When they return home to Nerima, they don't even get the chance to tell their carefully crafted lies about where they were, and what they were doing. People can tell immediately.
They have the right to touch each other now, and it shows.
End.
Went to Black Knights's parents place for dinner tonight. I say that, even though Black Knight and I cooked dinner. Lai's Sloppy Chicken Enchilada's went down really well - request for the recipe. Yay! Also, raw spinach (tasteless and nice, raw carrots and mushrooms fried in butter).
And made (and brought back) Grandma's chocolate fudge recipe, so I get to taste that soon. I hope I made it right.
Did Ambrosia for desert. It was nice, too.
Then I came home, put the fudge in the fridge and went online. And yes. Here I am. And then I wrote that fic above.
