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Integrity

“Hey,” Ranma paused mid-swing and let the hammer drop to his side, watching Akane as she walked over with a perspiring glass of lemonade, “here.” He smiled gratefully and drank the sweet-sour contents in three gulps, gasping and grimacing only slightly when he was finished. There wasn't enough sugar in it, and he was pretty sure he'd swallowed a seed.

Still, she'd tried. “Thanks,” he handed the glass back to his wife and she smiled at him, looking at the half-finished patch on the dojou wall, “good so far?”

She shrugged, the motion causing her breasts to bounce distractingly under her white tank top - he loved that top. “Yeah, I guess - though it'd be nice if Ryouga hadn't gone through it in the first place…” Akane trailed off, fingering a piece of loose wood hanging from the wall.

Ranma sighed in irritation. “Look, I said I was sorry, and now I'm fixin' it, all right?” he retorted.

Akane just rolled her eyes. “You're so bad at sounding indignant.” She teased. His frown deepened and he turned back to his work. His wife stood there for a moment longer and then walked away with an incomprehensible grumble. Resisting the urge to stare after her and the tiny shorts she was wearing, Ranma hammered away, gathered up new pieces of wood, hammered away again.

An hour later, the hole was patched, and Ranma stood back for a moment to admire his handiwork.

It looked like crap.

Sweating in the summer heat seeping in through his many horrendous patch jobs, Ranma stripped off his tank top and wiped his face with it. There was no doubt about it, Ranma was not Mr. Fix-It. “Ryouga should be doin' this, it was his hard head that broke it…” he groused.

“Yeah, because you tossed him across the dojou and through it.” Akane said from the open shoji. She had her arms folded under her breasts, and her short hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat. “It looks fine - like it gets used a lot, like it's loved.” Akane smiled brilliantly at him and walked over, eyes flicking several inches below his chin then back up to his face.

He smirked and stretched gracefully, enjoying the way her face flushed at the action. “Okay, that's too cute - I'm done bein' cranky.” Chuckling, he reached out and snagged her arm. She resisted playfully for a minute before allowing him to drag her against his chest.

“Good,” she said softly against his chest, her breath cool against his moist skin, “I was worried.”

“No you weren't,” Ranma said matter-of-factly, “you know I can't stay mad at you in that shirt.” Akane chuckled and kissed him. In the heat and the earthy smell of fresh wood, her kiss seemed more primal, and it made his hair stand on end. Hungrily, Ranma kissed her back, sliding his tongue along her lips and running it over hers when she opened her mouth to him.

Gasping, she pulled away after a moment of sweaty embracing, staring bedroom-eyed into his face. “What was that about?” she whispered, blinking.

“I dunno,” he murmured, nuzzling her cheek with his nose and mouth and making her squirm deliciously in his arms; he smiled, “you don't seem to mind…” Akane wrapped one of her legs around the back of his and moaned softly as his lips found a particularly sensitive patch of skin next to her mouth.

“It's not very… private in here…” she protested breathlessly. Grinning against the side of her face he captured her lips again and backed her against the patched wall.

“Sure it is,” he countered, sucking on her lower lip, “mm… let's test the integrity of this patch, eh?”

Giggling softly, Akane nodded. “Yeah, we need to make sure you did a good job.”

“Hey,” he said, running his hand across her stomach and inching his fingers under the waistband of her shorts and panties, “I always do a good job.” Akane gasped when his hand reached its goal and he spread her labia, rubbing the bundle of nerves nestled there. She was already getting wet, and his erection pressed eagerly against his boxers at the feel of her.

“Ranma…” Akane moaned against his throat, kissing across his shoulders and running her hands up and down his back. He removed his hand and undid her shorts roughly, kneeling as he dragged the garment, along with her underwear, down her hips. Breathing in the musky scent of his wife for a moment, Ranma delved between her slick folds and licked her languidly. In response, Akane bucked against his face, breathing in sharply and digging her fingers into his hair, making him groan against her flesh. Grabbing her knee, he placed it over his shoulder to spread her further, then suckled on her clit, moaning as she pressed against his mouth, panting and murmuring encouragement.

After a few moments of caressing her with his tongue and lips, Akane started tugging on his shoulders, “Please, Ranma, I don't want to wait,” she pleaded. That was all the incentive he needed. His own breath quickening, he stood and dropped his trousers and boxers to his hips, rubbing his forearm across his mouth.

“Hold on to my shoulders,” he rumbled, lifting her up, under her sweaty thighs. Akane obediently gripped his muscled shoulders with her small, rough hands and locked her legs around his back. The heat from her center washed over him and he had to steady himself for a moment before sliding in. “Oh god… so hot…” he gasped, leaning his head against the wall next to hers.

“Yes,” Akane gasped, grinding against him and almost making his knees buckle. He started thrusting, short and hard. Hands slipping against her sweaty skin, he ran them up and clasped her bottom, digging his fingers into the firm flesh. All over his body fresh moisture broke out on the surface of his skin as her body gripped him tightly. Akane was moaning quietly into his neck, but that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to hear her crying out, loudly, her voice echoing in the dojou.

“C'mon Akane,” he grunted, pounding into her and making the dojou wall shake slightly behind her pliant body, “I wanna hear you.”

“R-Ranma…!” she cried softly, tilting her head back against the wall. Not good enough. He kissed her deeply, pulling back after a moment to stare at her deliciously reddened lips before running his tongue across her face. Brushing his teeth across her cheek, he bent his knees slightly and altered his angle, thrusting up. Akane's moans pitched higher, until the dojou was filled with her cries of pleasure.

“Oh Akane…” he said mindlessly, dizzy with the heat and the tightness of her body. Shuddering against her, he felt himself getting close, and grit his teeth. Not yet. He brushed his lips across her cheek, and, demonstrating just how much control he had over his body, held her up with one hand whilst the other rubbed the junction of their bodies with one of his knuckles.

Akane cried out wordlessly in response, and her walls constricted rhythmically around him. He let out a small, sharp shout at the sensations rippling through him from that one point, and grabbed her butt hard, driving himself into her as fast and hard as he could without hurting her.

The dojou wall trembled violently, and Ranma's shoddy patch job began to give way, but neither noticed. Ranma came with one final thrust, burying himself hard into his wife's body and crying out her name as spots danced in his eyes. The patch couldn't handle that much abuse, and gave up the ghost with the crashing sound of splintering wood. As he leaned into his wife, flattening her soft breasts against his hard chest, feeling the scratchy cloth of her tank top against his skin, Ranma distantly noted a brief gust of air before they were tumbling headlong into the yard.

Akane shrieked in his ear, snapping Ranma rudely out of his haze. He turned into the fall and hit the ground first, and skipped across the yard like stones to come to rest, still entwined, near the pond.

They lay there for a moment, panting with fear and surprise. Ranma did a quick once-over of both of them with his eyes and hands - good, nothing broken. He just felt sore as hell and, somehow, still a little horny. “Are you okay?” Ranma asked quickly, looking down at his wife quivering against his chest. Akane nodded and stared up at him.

“That was… exciting…” she trailed off and looked back at the ruined wall in dismay, “we need to rebuild that whole wall, huh?”

“Yeah, prolly,” he said, lying back against the cool grass, enjoying the feeling of slowly going limp inside of her. Akane flexed around his wilting erection as she sat up and he shivered, getting hard again, “Hey,” He said quietly, running his hands up and down her thighs; she looked at him, raising an eyebrow, “is the yard private enough?” he waggled his eyebrows and she slapped his chest playfully.

Glancing around at the high walls surrounding them, Akane grinned sexily and nodded. “Eh, why not.”