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Got something else done, Yipee!!!

This would be a little something from a story that I am so never going to finish, but here's a snippet of it...

Ranma's gaze traveled down to her stomach, loosely covered in his teal tank-top. He leaned heavily on his left arm, bringing his right up, haltingly, to place his hand against her abdomen, but he stopped his hand before touching her, leaving it hanging, frozen in place a few centimeters above her in midair.

He looked up, an unspoken question wavering in his slate-blue eyes.

Akane smiled, taking his hand in her own, foregoing his uncompleted motion she did him one better and slipped his calloused hand under the hem of the shirt to place it against her bare midriff.

Even though she knew the contact was coming, Akane’s muscles still fluttered involuntarily under his touch.

Ranma gulped, not daring to look at her waist again because he knew that her shirt had to have ridden up. His entire body flushed with heat and he watched fascinated as Akane’s skin slightly reddened as well.

Who was this mad seductress that had once been his overly modest and rather prude fiancée?

He squelched that thought and let his thumb make small circles over her skin.

Akane made a pleased sound in the back of her throat and reached up to pull Ranma’s face down to hers. He went willingly, if a bit nervously, and she crushed her lips to his, twining her fingers into his hair before releasing him and pulling back. Allowing her hands to run over his broad shoulders and making another small sound within her throat that resembled a purr as she smiled.

Ranma tried to slow his breathing when he realized that it was becoming uneven. He swallowed but smiled as well. He marveled at the feel of her skin, soft and yielding under his touch, but even more so at the fact of knowing what was forming beneath her skin, deep within her, his child.

His smile widened at the incredible thought.

“You know,” he whispered softly, breaking the silence. “I’ve never had anything that’s really been mine.” He wondered at why his thoughts were coming out of his mouth as his eyes became unfocused and distant. “I’ve never had anything that’s wholly been mine. Everything I had growin’ up was Pop’s too. Even my clothes, if Pops needed extra cash he’d sell ‘em. Any food we got wasn’t ours; Pops swindled it from someone else. We didn’t have a home; we lived wherever we could set up camp. Even now, I still don’t have a home; it’s yours, not mine. Pops and Happosai take whatever they can. My body ain’t even mine anymore, Happosai tries to take that too,” Ranma chuckled piteously. “But this,” he said in awe, rubbing his hand over the flat plane of her stomach. “This, is mine.” He smiled widely at the unfathomable idea. “Mine,” he repeated.


Ranma & Akane (c) Rumiko Takahashi
artwork & story snippet (holy crap I can write?!) (c) me, Asha 47110
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I love It! The fanart, the fanfic, all Is amazing!! Can I have your permission for post in Facebook page named Ranma Latino? Is a spanish page so i need for translated, but i gave you all the credits. Please