The relationship between Ranma and Akane can be thought of as a constant state of war. They both liked each other. They both knew that they liked each other. However, they also knew enough about the other's personality to recognise that the first one to confess to this fact was the one that lost.
Teasing would follow. Merciless, relentless teasing! The one to confess would be told things like 'Well if you like me that much, could you do me these favours?' You think this is merely the writer's interpretation? Look to the Reversal Jewel Arc! Look to the Bamboo Leaves of Love chapter! Look at how these two reacted when the other showed signs of emotional vulnerability! It's adorable in its way, how immature the two of them handled each other, is it not?
Well. Now they were addled with lust. The dam that was their mutual attraction near bursting. They had been beset by the tunnel, beguiled by its lustful charms and now that mutual attraction was reaching its boiling point, that denied forbidden fruit dropped into their hands and brought to their lips for that single sweetest taste. Their bodies had been conditioned by sex with those they didn't even really feel that way about, and so the subconscious was asking a question with great importance.
If it felt that good with them, how good would it feel with someone you actually liked?
So here they are on this heart shaped bed, seemingly oblivious to Ryoga and Ukyo rutting happily, Akane on her back with legs spread open, Ranma on his knees ready to push his member into her, and then he leans down and whispers those special sweet nothings into her ear.
"Bet I'll make you cum first!" Ranma whispered.
"You're on buster! Don't underestimate me!"
Ah, young love. Isn't it grand? It almost acted like a starter's pistol, as their naked bodies moved as soon as that last exclamation point was, well, exclaimed. Like watching two powerful magnets suddenly being let go, they went for each other with all that pent up lust, all that festering, smouldering mutual attraction that had been denied, denied, denied by themselves or the interference of others, and they went for each other like starving hounds.
One might consider that they should be a little clumsy for their first time, but here they seemed to be quite adept. COuld we credit this to their first times earlier on? Perhaps a little. Or perhaps we could put it to the speakers giving them instruction on the best way to please their partner. Not loud enough to be consciously heard, mind you, just a few subliminal suggestions on what might make the other person feel good.
It also helped that the two of them were extremely sexually compatible with one another.
To start with, they were going classic, if often seen as mundane. Missionary, with Ranma on top thrusting into her with remarkable speed and power. His hands were interlocked with hers, holding them back onto the mattress while she squirmed, obviously enjoying herself despite herself, and trying not to show it. Failing, but trying.
"What was that, tomboy?" Ranma jeered. "Don't underestimate you? Looks like you underestimated -"
She shut him up by kissing him, which provided enough of a surprise that she was able to free her hands from his grip and roll him over so she could mount him, sitting up on her knees while his hands trailed up and down his hips, allowing her to dictate the pace with a smug expression upon her pretty face.
"See? This is what you get, mister smartmouth. I can see you, barely holding on!"
"N-No, it's not that!" Ranma grunted. "It's... it's your thighs! So heavy -"
When Akane inevitably tried to slap him, he did something he never usually did during their sparring sessions. He blocked. Then locked her arm, sat up and held her body close to him, kissing her neck, and making her whimper like a hungry puppy. However, Akane wasn't going to accept defeat so easily as she pushed her breasts into his chest, forcing him to feel them and then -
The two of them came at the same time. Because of course they did. The two of them held fast to each other, not just out of the instinctive response to a climax, but also because both knew that if the other could see their face right now it would be the end of their life. They would be teased forevermore, relentlessly and without mercy, etc.
"Well, I guess we'll have to settle this with another round," Akane said.
"Yeah, I guess so," Ranma nodded. The two of them collapsed onto the bed, still holding onto one another in a manner that they would absolutely not describe as 'affectionate', but let's be real it totally was. I mean, Akane was resting her head in the crook of Ranma's neck, while his arm was wrapped around her back. He even unconsciously kissed the top of her head, not that either of them noticed. "Gonna need a few minutes to recover first."
Which let the two of them watch what was happening elsewhere on the bed. Namely, Ryoga Hibiki, body gleaming with sweat, busy railing Ukyo from behind. Both of them smiling vacantly, lost in their lust, no thoughts here beyond their coupling. The pair of them were nigh unrecognisable from their usual selves, no sense of shyness from Ryoga, no sense of masculinity or boyishness about Ukyo.
"Look at those two," Ranma said. "This tunnel really did a number on them, huh?"
"Yeah, tell me about it," Akane said, rubbing her hands all over Ranma's pectorals. "Totally given into their lust."
"Kinda sad to see, huh?" Ranma's hand crept down Akane's waist, squeezing the naked flesh. "You'd think a pair of martial artists would have more willpower than..."
He trailed off, and the two of them tilted their heads a bit to get a better look at the two of them.
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