[Ranma][Fanfic][Lemon] Chasing the Wind - Part 9 (Addendum)

[J. Austin Wilde]

-Chasing the Wind Part 9 Lemon Addendum-

The Usual Lemon Disclaimer:

WARNING:
This work of fanfiction contains explicit sexual material.
If this isn't your cup of tea, or if you are under the age of 18, read
no further.

Those of you who are still here may want to know just where the
hell this lemon goes within the main body of Chasing the Wind
Part 9. Get your shears and glue ready.

The lemon portion begins with the sequence in Chapter One with
Ranma and Akane in her bedroom at the McFogg estate. Nabiki
has just left the two of them alone.

Ranma enters the bathroom to do his business and take a bath.
Akane enters the bathroom, pulling her nightgown over her head
as she does so.
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There you go, enjoy!

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Ranma was standing naked before the large Roman bathtub. The
bandage was removed, and she could make out the tiny black stitches
against the purple bruise. He was spacing out watching the steaming hot
water stream into the tub.
He didn't even notice that Akane had entered the room until he
heard the sound of the door being shut and locked. When he did, he
turned to see Akane standing at the door, naked as well.
His eyes started in their sockets. He'd seen Akane in the nude
before, but never under any circumstances where it was her idea. She
smiled impishly for him, making no attempt to cover herself.
His face and neck began to flush and his heart began to pound in
his chest. He didn't know exactly what she was up to, but he had a few
ideas. She leaned over to retrieve a small bottle along the edge of
tub, and splashed a capful of the stuff into the water. It was some
kind of scented bubble bath solution, and the foam began to form as
more water spilled into the tub. She tested the water of the tub with
her toe, decided that it was just hot enough to stand and shut the
water off, then gave him a pat on the rear.
"In the tub with you," she told him.
"Huh?" There were times when Ranma's brain was stuck in neutral.
This was one of them.
She gave him another playful slap on the rear. "I said, get in the
tub."
He couldn't tell by the look in her eyes her intent, or how
serious she was. Truth be known his mind was still spinning in circles.
Without a word he settled into the tub. The water was very hot, and he
hissed as he eased himself down.
Akane slipped in behind him, also hissing slightly at the
temperature of the water. When she was settled comfortably against the
side of the large Roman bath tub she pulled him close to her, with his
back to her. Her hands moved delicately across his shoulders.
"What are you doing?" Ranma finally got up the nerve to ask.
"I'm going to bathe you," Akane replied. She turned his head back
around to face the front of the tub.
"I can do it myself," he said, not really having anything
meaningful to say, but feeling that he had to say something.
"But you aren't going to."
He paused in thought. "Oh." There was a certain finality to this.
Akane reached for a washcloth and the soap. She lathered up the
washcloth and then began to work it gently across his shoulders and
back. Ranma mumbled something that she didn't understand. She didn't
ask him about it, but contented herself with her work. His shoulders
were broad and beautiful, if a little bruised and cut. She took great
care in washing around his wound.
She leaned close to him as she took one of his arms and lifted it
straight up. Her breasts just touched the skin of his back as she did
so, and both of them gave a slight tremor at the contact. She could
feel the nervous tension in his limbs, could almost see it radiating
from him like the steam rising from the tub.
She worked the washcloth up and down his arm, the motion slow and
deliberately sensual. She could feel each subtle curve and bulge of his
arm, the power that was hidden within the flesh. She always marveled at
how much mass he had put on since that first day they had met, a day
that had found them in similar surroundings.
She worked upon the other arm. The only sounds to be heard were
the gentle splashing of Akane's body in the water as she moved behind
him, and the drops of water that fell from the washcloth as she brought
it up to continue. Akane lathered the cloth again and reached around
him to wash his chest. She was pressed close against his back now, and
she felt her nipples swell against his skin. As her hands moved across
him she felt him take in a deep breath and hold it. She knew that he
was savoring her every touch.
"Akane..." He began to say something.
She shushed him softly.
"Stand up," she told him.
He stood, and the water rolled off his skin in a patter of drops
and steamy wisps of vapor.
Akane began to wash his legs, moving her hands over every inch of
him. She started from the ankles beneath the water and worked her way
slowly and deliberately up, her fingers turning little circles over him
as she went. Reflexively his hand went to cover his manhood as she
approached.
"I'm not going to hurt you silly," she giggled breathily for him.
He looked down at her as she knelt in the tub behind him. She
grinned for him and waited. Reluctantly his hand went to his side.
"Don't worry, I'll be gentle," she assured him with another
giggle.
This was as much a moment of truth for her as it was for him. Her
hand moved the washcloth up along the inside of his thigh. Steeling
herself, she moved up to cradle his manhood gently. He gasped at the
touch, and nearly shirked away from her.
His member was already stiffening, and she began to blush. He was
blazing red, but stood there quietly trying to stay calm and collected.
She began to stroke at him gently, the washcloth falling away from her
hand and dropping into the tub with a splash.
Ranma gasped again as he felt himself go fully erect.
"Akane..."
She released him then. She wasn't quite ready yet to go any
further. With a kiss upon the small of his back she told him to sit
down again. He settled back into the tub halfway between relief and
disappointment.
She brought her hands back up to his shoulders then and began to
rub. Ranma hissed in pain. It startled her, and she stopped
immediately.
"I'm sorry, Ranma," she quickly apologized.
"That's okay. Don't stop now."
"But it's hurting you."
"It feels better than it hurts," he said, and leaned over his
shoulder to give her a wan smile.
She put her hands back upon his shoulders and began to rub again.
She could feel how tense and taut his muscles were. They were corded
knots beneath his flushed skin. She began to work them loose, and he
grit his teeth and would only give her the occasional grunt or hiss
when he couldn't hold it in any longer.
"Let it out Ranma," she told him. "I know this is hurting you, but
if you would just let go it will all be better."
He groaned in reply as she worked at a particularly recalcitrant
muscle group.
"You're killing me," he told her with another hiss. "But I think I
kinda like it."
"You've always had an affinity for pain," she whispered, and
kissed him briefly behind the ear. Her fingers continued to knead into
his flesh, and he began to loosen up.
At last he settled against her and panted against the lingering
heat within his overworked muscles and joints. His arms burned and his
back was on fire, but it was the kind of burn that let him know he was
over the worst of it. Akane's arms reached around him and she held him
loosely. Her fingers played idly along his chest, touching his nipples
playfully as she settled her chin close to his neck.
"Do you know what you mean to me, Ranma?" She asked him after some
minutes of companionable silence.
"As much as you mean to me," he replied with a moment's
reflection.
"Which is?"
He shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Everything."
He turned around in the tub to face her. Her arms continued to
circle around him as he did so. He put out his arms and rested them on
her shoulders. His gaze fell softly upon her, the heart shaped face
framed by locks of silky blue-black hair. The eyes that were huge and
expressive and bright, the little nose that turned up slightly, her
lips pouty, lush and full, inviting.
So he accepted her invitation.
He cradled her face in his hands and fell upon those lips. His
tongue teased at the threshold. Her mouth opened to accept him and they
deepened the kiss. They held it as long as they could before parting
for a desperate gasp of air, and then Akane pushed at him, forcing him
backwards in the tub until he was pressed against the opposite side.
He took her up into another fierce embrace and steamy kiss. They
would part only for those quick breaths before falling upon each other
again and again. His arms circled her and lifted her up higher than
him, and she cradled his head in her hands as they continued their
embrace.
Finally he fell away from her lips and then upon her pale throat,
kissing all the way down to her breasts. She cradled his head against
her bosom as he visited her breasts with kiss after kiss. Her nipples
swelled beneath his probing tongue. She could feel him growing again
beneath her, swelling hard against the inside of her thigh.
She pulled his face up to her and kissed him again, their tongues
darting past the other's lips as they could. Her legs she brought up to
either side of him as she settled down upon his lap. They continued
like this for a long while, content to kiss and roam, exploring each
other. Akane felt his hand move downwards past her belly, and she
gasped at his sudden touch. Heat flashed across her senses as he
explored a little more.
His hands began slipping along her thighs, down to her hips and
gripping her gently. She understood his desperate grasps and kissed him
once more, slowly and tenderly, before lifting herself off of his lap.
He steadied her as she took his member in her hand and guided it into
position. Then she fell down upon him.
Akane threw her head back with a soft cry as he entered her. He
hissed somewhere between surprise and exultation, nearly clawing at her
hips. There was resistance, and she lifted herself again, nearly
drawing him out in the process.
She fell back upon him and that resistance was broken with a flash
of light behind her closed eyes. She cried a second time and gripped
his shoulders both to steady herself and to dig into his flesh with her
nails at the pain. He gasped at her nails' bite, and then began to kiss
her breasts again.
Akane began to rock with him, rising and falling slowly against
him, the water splashing gently with each motion, and the sound
mingling with the drawing forth of a cry or gasp from the two of them.
His lips moved up to her neck as she sank her teeth gently in his
shoulder. Her love bite melted into another passionate kiss which met
and broke with each cycle of their motion.
As the steam wisped about them and the water splashed, their sense
of time was lost unto the moment. There was only the steady rhythm of
their bodies, and the frantic pounding of their hearts in harmony with
each other. Breaths they took when they could, fleeting and sensual and
full of gorgeous desire for life.
Ranma began to feel the tingling in the base of his neck and the
sudden pressure welling within him. He held on, fighting against it,
wanting this to last as long as absolutely possible. Akane too could
feel the heat swelling from her belly and down. Her neck and face began
to flush fiercely. She could feel his desperation.
She picked up the tempo, moving against him faster now, and if she
didn't think her pulse could be any faster, her heart proved her wrong.
He whispered affectionately in her ear, meaningless babble but only
spurring her on. His hands came down to her hips and held tight as the
pressure mounted and his toes began to curl. She reached out with one
hand and took hold of his pig-tail, gripping it tightly.
Her cries were coming louder now, the splashing more violent, and
as he held on against the end a tiny part of him became suddenly
concerned that they would be heard. That fear of discovery and
irrational terror instantly thrilled him past the breaking point.
He let go inside of her with the expulsion of all of the breath in
his lungs. In that moment Akane threw her head back with a great cry of
passion as her own orgasm exploded within her. She rocked against him
for a few more strokes, quivering and gasping and drawing blood as her
fingers dug into his shoulders. His own fingers dug at her hips as he
held onto her for dear life.
As the frisson passed through and out of them Akane fell down
against him with a sigh. Ranma sank back against the wall of the tub
completely spent. He rubbed softly at her shoulders and curled his
fingers around the hair on the back of her neck.
They lay there in each others arms for a long while, neither one
speaking. Ranma kissed softly at her cheek and neck while Akane stroked
his shoulders and tried to catch her breath. They basked in the
afterglow, feeling the heat bleeding from their skin and wondering at
the indescribable moment they had shared.
When at last Akane pulled away from Ranma to look him in the eyes
she knew there was no need to tell him how much she loved him. It was
there in the light and the glow and brilliant color of her eyes, and
reflected with equal radiance in his. She whispered it to him anyway
and felt an equal thrill as he told her the same.
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