All of the usual warnings and copyrights apply. We all know Ranma & CO are
Takahashi-sama's creations and I'm just a lowly peon with an idea. =)
THIS IS A LEMON: Therefore, if you don't *like* lemons, if you are underage
or if you are ashamed to show this to your mother, you shouldn't be reading
this. (Although I admit it -- I probably wouldn't show *MY* mom, either.) ^_~
Keep in mind that this is a lemon -- there is no plot. No plot is really
required for this one. If you need plot, come up with your own. I consider
this an.. INTERLUDE.
Schell Enterprises
Presents
"Hot Wax on a Cold Winter Afternoon"
Akane smiled as she looked out her bedroom window. It was a cold, lazy
winter afternoon, and fat snowflakes were drifting down to land on the roof,
blanketing the landscape with broken clumps of white. It was really her
favorite time of year.
She turned around slowly, lightly tugging at the satin strap of her
chemise, the hem swirling around her thighs, framing them beautifully for
Ranma, who couldn't help but swallow heavily. He breathed out calmly and
tugged at the strip of silk that was holding him down to the head of her bed.
A half-smile dimpled into existence as she watched him, one of her
fingers skimming through the fire of one of the lit candles on her nightstand.
"Getting nervous, Ranma?" she whispered softly, the tip of her tongue darting
out to leave a shimmer across her lower lip.
Ranma breathed in deeply, a shudder running through him at the eroticism
of her movements, her voice. He shook his head in answer, afraid that, if he
spoke up, his voice would crack.
"Good," she purred, her hand reaching towards him. Her palm slowly
stroked across his shoulder and then down his sternum, caressing across his
diaphragm and down to his stomach, where she lightly caressed the warmth of
his skin.
Ranma opened his mouth to speak, but found Akane's finger placed over
his lips, her soft whisper of "Shhh.." reaching his ears as he settled back
into the pillows, closing his eyes as her hands began to massage up to his
shoulders. A low sigh of pleasure came from him as he arched his hips slightly
beneath the light sheet that covered him to the waist.
Akane watched impartially, a sudden notion striking her as he moved so
irresistibly. She placed her right knee near his left hip and swung her left
knee across him, straddling his thighs. She could hear the soft pant of his
breath, the low moan that affected parts of her that she had never known she
had.
Ranma's eyes shot open, his fingers trembling, a sharp gasp bursting
from him as he felt the warmth of her press against him. He whimpered quietly,
arching again to press tightly against her, feeling the sheet and her cotton
panties as if they were iron barriers to what he wanted so badly.
Akane arched her back, panting as she rubbed against Ranma, a stifled
moan bursting from her. She opened her eyes to look down at him, passion in
her glance as she leaned forward, her breasts tightly pressing against his
chest, drawing a mingled moan as her tongue darted between his lips, her
fingers wrapping in the depths of his hair. Ranma didn't even notice as she
pulled her right hand away from him.
Akane sat up, a smug smile on her face as she lifted the wax taper high
above him -- and began to smatter little drops of heat down on his chest!
Ranma hissed as the first struck him, a feeling of warmth seeming to smatter
with the first drop, compounded by the quick procession of droplets from
nipple to nipple, down to his diaphragm, over the lower part of his stomach.
He began to moan as the drops approached his navel, dancing over it with
delicate precision, violent shudders working their way through him, his hands
clenched into fists as he shook, his body pressing tightly to Akane's
sensitive woman's flesh.
Akane blew out the candle and dropped it back onto the nightstand. She
shook as she pressed more tightly against Ranma, her hands reaching down to
grasp the hem of her chemise as she tugged it up and over her head, dropping
it onto the floor. Akane leaned forward, her tongue darting to kiss the first
little wax droplet that had hardened on his chest. A soft *clink* sounded in
the room as she fumbled, bringing the little piece of ice and smoothly
following the same path as the wax droplets, washing them away with the cool
trail of water left behind, easily brushing them from Ranma's chest.
Ranma gasped for breath, feeling as if he'd been running for the past
half hour, writhing beneath Akane as she played with him, tortured him, made
him want her so violently that he didn't think he could bear it. His teeth
ground together in an attempt to put those thoughts aside for the moment, but
Akane let a few ice cold drops of water smatter into his navel, bringing a
sharp cry of surprise from him before he could grasp his control once again.
Akane grabbed the headboard and stood up, towering over Ranma. Her
thumbs caught the sides of her panties as she drew them down quickly, short
hair framing her face beautifully as she dangled the damp cotton from her
fingers, allowing it to fall on top of her chemise on the floor. Ranma began
to struggle more valiantly against the silk strips, feeling the knots giving
way[1]. Akane tumbled onto him, his violent movements knocking her balance
off. A smile dimpled across her face as she reached up, plucking at the knots
to help him out of them.
Ranma pulled his arms down, wrapping them around Akane's waist as he
rolled to his right, putting her under him as he began to kiss her, a light
caress that became deep, almost bruising the tender lips beneath his own. He
could hear the soft pant of her breath, the excitement in her as he kicked the
sheet away, ignoring the slither of cotton as it fell to the floor. His hands
stroked down her curves, coming up to tenderly caress the mounds of her
breasts, palm feeling the roundness of her nipple against it. He kissed her
cheek tenderly, lips closing in a caress of her jaw, teeth nibbling gently at
her throat, tracing the form of her neck down to her collar bone. Lifting
above her slightly, he replaced his hand with his mouth, suckling the berry of
her nipple between his lips, caressing it with his tongue.
Akane whimpered, back bowing beneath the exquisite pleasure, her fingers
pressing lightly across his shoulders, holding him to her. Ranma's hands
stroked down to her hips as he suckled, teasing her by playing games, his
fingers caressing her inner thighs, her mound, while completely avoiding her
most pressing need. At the sound of the soft, pleading whimpers, he could no
longer resist, bringing his fingers to play against her, thumb lightly rubbing
across the sensitive core of her pleasure as his other fingers teasingly moved
across her soaking entrance.
The murmur of her pleasure, the intense look on her face as she arched
up to his hands with soft whimpers and her obvious pleasure were more than
Ranma could bear. Waiting became a moot point as he settled his hips fully
between her thighs, reaching up to wrap his fingers in her hair, tugging her
to him to kiss her adoringly as his oaken staff[2] probed her damp petals.
Akane's fingers came between them, helping him to position, arching up to him
as he drove inside of her obligingly.
Akane gasped sharply, her panting gasp becoming a muffled groan of
pleasure at being filled so fully. Ranma bit his lip tightly and buried his
face in her throat, beginning a slow tempo of thrust and withdrawal, his hands
clasped gently against her hips, moving her just *so* against him, keeping the
rhythm slow and easy. Akane gave a soft little squeal of frustration, her clit
rubbing against him with each movement, wrapping her thighs tightly around him
to draw him closer, her hands pressed tightly against the mattress, helping to
press her upwards.
Ranma brought his hands to either side of her pillow, pulling up on both
hands to look down at her, kissing her hard as he began to move more quickly.
He could see the look of concentration on her face, feel the soft pant of her
breath, the gasps of pleasure as she began to tremble, tossing her head back
and forth against the pillow. Akane cried out her pleasure as it came to her,
the intensity of fire running through her veins as she pulled him close,
shivering violently.
Ranma could feel her muscles clamping, caressing every inch of him as he
gasped sharply, thrusting once, twice and then a third time before slamming
deep into her finally, orgasm overcoming him as he shuddered in her arms,
moaning her name in a gravelly tone, hands clasping her waist.
It took them several moments to come back to themselves, laying there
sweaty in the warm, candle-scented air. Her fingers came up and gently stroked
his bangs back out of his eyes as he leaned down to kiss her, moving to the
side and tugging her into his arms, curled up against the warmth of his skin.
Ranma's hands tenderly moved down her curves, holding her tightly as she
sighed and kissed his throat, one hand pressed delicately to his shoulder.
Akane smiled up sleepily and nuzzled against his chest before drifting off in
the heat of his embrace. Ranma smiled down at her and held her closer, his own
eyes closing slowly until he followed her into that secret world of lovers'
dreams.
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[1] Okee, so silk knots get tighter the more you pull on them, but *work* with
me, here, pretend you don't know that!
[2] HA! I knew I'd get the opportunity to use that phrase one day! Yes! -- At
least I didn't use "art deco ice cream cone". Have any of you ever
wondered where they get these phrases? I've got a list of some 250 of
'em.. somewhere around here... Hmm...
*sigh* Well, it's cold here today, and they've been threatening snow.
Hey, it *NEVER* snows here! So when it does, we get just a little *excited*.
And what better way to spend a cold snowy day than inside doing wonderfully
arousing things that would scare your mom? Exactly. I was reading "Flambe!"
again {I think the recipes could be fun to try! And I love to cook...} when
the notion just sort of... struck me. For those of you who're going, "ACK! Wax
burns!", I'll note that wax won't leave burns if you do it *right*. Never use
pillar candles, those let too much wax gather before you're ready to do
whatever you're planning on. Taper candles are the best because you can
control the flow of wax a lot easier. Wax can be one of the most erotic things
you ever get to do -- especially if you use ice, too... Hm. Ok, I'll stop
giving you ideas. I'm going to use the general assumption *no smartcracks!*
that a single piece of ice isn't enough to precipitate the CHANGE. Hope y'all
liked this, 'cause I had a lot of fun writing it ;) It's *not* the first lemon
I've written, but it *is* the first I've released... just so you keep it in
mind.
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