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“Then let’s get married.”

ao3 | ff.net

ship: ranma/akane words: 2,159

warnings: hormonal idiots

“We’ll have to wait until we’re married.” “Then let’s get married.” “We will.” “Tomorrow.” She laughed, amused to be hearing him say such things, “We can’t do that.” “Sure, we can.”

Ranma Saotome wasn’t one for showing affection so easily; it might have something to do with the way he was raised, or rather with the man who raised him. There was some sort of vulnerability that came with the territory of letting his guard down, and in a world where he needed to ensure all his grounds were covered, there was never any room for emotional attachments.

Of course, that changed when the duo of father and son were welcomed into the Tendo household, in the promise of unity through marriage. Such an absurd idea – considering that at that time they were just sixteen-year-old idiots.

But somehow, not quite sure understanding how it happened, Ranma couldn’t help but allow himself to admire his fiancée as she mindlessly pouted her bottom lip momentarily, lost in thought it seemed.

Akane bounced the eraser of her pencil against her opened textbook, scrunching her eyebrows as she read silently, rather enthralled by whatever the pages had to say as his keen sight noticed the way she mouthed every word in a hushed manner. He had taken over her bed, laying quite comfortably with one leg over the other, pretending to read the manga in his hands (although he knew the panels by heart, due to how many times he’s read the volume).

He had been fascinated by the fact that after high school Akane had willingly continued her education well into university, rather than take over the dojo with him.

It was settled, according to their parents – he was to wed Akane by the end of the upcoming spring semester.

Akane had urged him to meet her inside her bedroom a few years back and asked him if it would be okay if they married after she graduated university, rather than in the next two weeks after finishing high school. He had appreciated that she had gone to him and asked, valuing what he had to say, it seemed. He agreed and introduced the idea to their parents.

Of course, that was more than a year away, considering she was just finishing her third year. In fact, finals were just around the corner, and she dedicated herself fully to her studies, which usually consisted of a couple hours inside her bedroom. Normally, Ranma wasn’t welcomed into her bedroom during these times. After some persuasion, knowing he only wanted access into her bedroom because he wasn’t allowed, she caved.

He came to find that her panicked outbursts against upcoming assignments were enough convincing that the college lifestyle was never going to be for him. He had also learned that she took her education career quite seriously when he tried to strike up conversation during her study time, and she simply kicked him out. He wasn’t allowed back in for days, making him feel like some child, and he promised that this time he wouldn’t disturb her focus.

Ranma considered Akane smart, not a brainiac by any means, but a bright person and far more intellectual when it came to her studies. He didn’t quite understand why she allowed herself to freak out each time exams were coming up (having been a witness in previous years, and more recently throughout her midterms). Although, after earning her passing score, and she came home with a giant sigh of relief, he couldn’t help but feel his own chest release all the tension he hadn’t known he’d been carrying along with her.

He pressed his manga against his chest as Akane exasperated a breath, setting her pencil down and stretching her arms high. She glanced at Ranma with a mild wince before smiling softly at him, “You’re really into that one,” she said referencing his book, now leaning back on her desk chair with a more relaxed ambiance.

She was talking to him, that meant she was done studying for the night. It was pretty late, just past nine in the evening, and if Ranma knew any better he needed to start making his way down the hall towards his own bedroom and let her rest. But instead, like some puppy excited to play, the pigtail wearing martial artist quickly sat up and grinned at her, “Not as entertained as you are by that textbook.”

Akane scoffed, rolling her eyes endearingly as she tensed her shoulders, “I mean, it’s not my ideal way of spending my evening,” she laughed shortly. He watched her begin to clean her desk as she bookmarked her page and closed the book, gathering her pencil and eraser into her pencil bag and then closing her journals. Now she was really done for the night.

And, as if on cue, Akane felt herself get pulled onto the bed to land perfectly on his lap. Although she had been expecting him to hurry her, his movement had been done so swiftly and quietly, it took her a few blinks to realize where she was. His arms hooked around her back, and she was trying her best to hold in some laughter, feeling like some child sneaking sweets before dinner. “Geez, Ranma,” her voice was quiet now, captivating as she wrinkled her nose at him in a playful manner, “if you want me this close, all you have to do is ask.”

He smacked the tip of his tongue against the roof of his mouth, smiling quite mischievously at her as he replied, “Where’s the fun in that, ‘Kane.” And then he kissed her.

His lips pressed softly against her plumped ones, feeling bliss at the flare that trailed throughout his face and down his neck; especially when he could feel her hands reach to hold onto his top, senselessly playing with the golden frog buttons. He could taste her fainted cherry balm, more prominent when he’d glaze his tongue against her mouth, his grip firming when she’d squirm in surprise.

She grinned against his kiss, but her heart never failed to feel as though it were going to beat out of her chest.

The room was quiet, and for a moment the only thing that was audible had been the way their lip-smacking noises echoed silently with every kiss, until Akane managed to pull away so she could breathe. She panted deeply, unaware of how swollen her mouth was and at the speed that her chest rose with every short breath she took. It was as if he wanted to eat her, and she couldn’t keep up. “Ranma,” she whispered, her hands reaching up to push strands of his messy fringe behind his ears, “you should probably go to bed.”

“Are ya’ tired?” he asked, sincerely, his large blue eyes bouncing about her face, feeling his heart squeeze when she smiled softly at him and her cheeks only got rounder, showing off her rosy tint.

“No, but you’ve got that class in the morning.” He was teaching Introduction into Anything Goes Martial Arts to a class of toddlers, there was only so much he could really teach.

“Are you kicking me out?” He challenged, and she couldn’t help but let out a charmingly musical laugh.

How did she do that? She had the sorcery of bewitching him so easily, just by smiling, he felt like a feeble, helpless man at her bidding. He snugged his face at the crook of her neck, his arms tightening their hold as he relished her subtle fragrance that was wearing off and now faintly mixing with her natural scent. He wanted to remain in her hold, forever, if she’d let him. Emotions were to be considered a weakness, turn one fragile, but he was too lost to recuperate against her charm.

She was warm and cozy, and just where he needed to be. He could feel her take a deep breath before her arms hovered over his shoulders, her hands reaching for his braid and gently tugging at the tie before detangling it. She was now running her fingers through his hair, every now and then daintily scratching his scalp, and oh god, it felt so good. He could fall asleep in her arms all too easily.

It was nice, staying within her embrace as they talked for a while; not a long time, just enough that she believed he was beginning to doze off.

When he pulled away, she was grinning at him like some dork, teasing his dazed look, and all he could think about was how much he wanted her. He kissed her again, and although it surprised her, she welcomed it. This kiss was rougher, she noticed, and a tad more desperate, her mind felt like it was turning into putty at the way his mouth caressed hers.

She almost didn’t notice the way he began adjusting her atop her bed, laying her completely with him on top. She broke off the kiss, gasping loudly as she pulled away, trying her best not to release any embarrassing sounds when Ranma’s lips dragged across her cheek and onto her jaw, gnawing at her flesh. “Ran-Ranma,” she heaved as her eyes rolled backwards, his hands now traveling up and down at the side of her body, “wait,” she tried to say. But his knee was already nudging her legs apart, and she couldn’t stop her hips from rising against his thigh.

Oh, god, she could feel a flame ignite at the pit of her stomach, her arms freely reaching to hold onto his hair as she gasped again. He was kissing her neck now, clasping her mouth shut as she held her bottom lip with her teeth, unable to muffle the mild groan that crawled up her throat.

Everything he was doing to her – kissing her, touching her, softly grinding his body against hers, as she reciprocated with her own jolt against his hips – fogged her mind into a blithe disregard for just a mere moment that her bedroom door hadn’t been locked and anyone could barge in. But she really liked the way he was giving her neck attention.

Akane gasped louder at the way Ranma arranged himself to gently straddle her hips, observing her reaction, which had been one he savored as her eyes offered a hazy gleam when she felt his body mount hers. He leaned down and hovered his mouth over hers, and for a moment she hadn’t known where his breathing began and hers ended. He didn’t do anything, didn’t move aside from pecking her lips again, every day finding it harder to resist her beauty.

He wanted to possess her in a way he hadn’t known possible, and having her so close as she looked at him the way she was now, his blood boiled with desire. He smiled meekly at the way she felt her hands hook themselves behind his back, pulling him for another kiss. It was slow, and passive, although still very fierce and wet.

He grinded back, almost timidly, and this time she did moan into his mouth. Her eyes rolled again, and her chest pressed against his when she pulled him closer to her. “Ranma,” she inhaled deeply, hiding her face against his chest when he thrusted forward. The way his name rolled out of her tongue aroused him immensely; he couldn’t resist his urge to do it again. And he knew, if he continued, he’d find it hard to stop.

Akane’s arms embraced him firmly, "We need to stop,” she murmured onto his skin, quite disappointed at herself for knowing better.

“Already?” He joked, and she couldn’t help but grin at herself, having some sort of satisfaction in knowing she provoked such urges within him, but keeping up with his stamina proved to be hard to do at times.

He rolled off her, carefully, laying on his back, staring at the ceiling for a moment before shutting his eyes and breathing in deeply. Akane curled next to him, resting her chin atop his chest before she said, “We’ll have to wait until we’re married.”

“Then let’s get married.”

“We will.”

“Tomorrow.”

She laughed, amused to be hearing him say such things, “We can’t do that.”

“Sure, we can.” He was looking at her now, a wicked smirk challenging her and she doesn't quite know if he's serious or not. “Ya’ve said it before, ‘Kane, ya’ love me, and well, you know how I feel...”

“That you love me all the way to the moon and back?” She teased, a playful smile taunting him before snorting, quite obvious that she was dramatizing his confession, but it was always nice to hear it again once in a while.

“Exactly,” he grinned.

She simply rolled her eyes and called him an idiot, affectionately, of course. And when she looked at the time she rushed him out of her bedroom, through the window in case someone was in the hallway. He had been with her for far too long, even if he insisted otherwise. But just as he was about to crawl out of her window, he kissed her again, quickly saying, “For the road.”

“Go take a shower, you dope.”

#honestly i wanted to write something sweet between these two dorks but then this happened which isn't really smutty but yk #hope it's a good read nonetheless :)#akane tendo #ranma 1/2 #ranma fanfiction #ranma saotome #rankane #ranma akane #rankane fanfiction #fanfiction #palabrasinnecesarias

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