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Legend of Drunken Ranma

Note Bene: Inspired by the “[Ranma ½ character] gets drunk” stories. I have no idea if this is a spamfic or not...

A cherry blossom petal disengaged itself from one of the trees in the yard, twirling through the hand to land silently against a droplet of sweat on the engawa. The soft pink petal curled and swirled and whirled across the surface of the bead of moisture, tilting sideways and eventually coming to rest partially against the wood. Another drop of sweat slipped off the side of Ranma's face, and splashed against the petal, redirecting its course. Reaching down, Ranma dipped his finger into the sweat and the petal stuck there, at the tip. Bringing it up to his face, he blew, hard, and the petal was whisked away into the yard to land in the koi pond with many of its fellows.

“So, are you going to drink it, boy, or are you just going to stare at it?” Ranma looked up as his pops wandered out onto the engawa from the family room, a bottle in one hand, saucer in the other. His cheeks were flushed lightly, but his glasses weren't askew, and Ranma saw no signs of any flag fans in his large hands. The old man must have been holding back tonight.

Leaning on his elbow, one leg bent up, the other lying straight out, Ranma tilted slightly and looked down by his foot at the small, full saucer of chilled rice wine resting there in the still heat. “I dunno, Pops. Every time I drink that shit somethin' weird happens.” Ranma said, eying the cup of saké with suspicion. The saucer sweated nervously under such scrutiny from someone capable of atomizing it with practically a glare.

Genma laughed - not quite as boisterously as usual, meaning the saké had gotten to him only enough to relax him. Ranma gave the old man another half-a-bottle before his speech started to slur and the laughing became more of an uncontrollable reaction to everything around him than it usually was. “C'mon Ranma,” Genma said, almost conspiratorially as he sat down behind his son and refilled his own saucer, tossing it back with a happy sigh, “it's a celebration, enjoy it.”

Huffing righteously, Ranma sat up, legs folded, and picked up the saucer in front of him, ignoring his father's eyes on him for a moment. “Ain't all that much to celebrate, Pops.”

“Nonsense!” Genma said heatedly, moving around to sit next to him, looking into his face with a firm expression. “You passed the entrance exams, you're getting into a good university.”

“Yeah, but—”

“No 'buts,'” his father cut in sternly, pouring himself another generous splash of wine, pointing the near-empty bottle at him after downing this cup as well with a bit less gusto, “you should be happy.”

“It's just more school.” Ranma grumbled, looking down at the saucer resting lightly in his hand again. Still, it wasn't as if he wasn't excited about it, but why did everything have to be such a big commotion? Sighing, Ranma started to bring it to his lips—

“Daddy, honestly, you're drunk already?” At Akane's exasperated voice, the cup stopped right at Ranma's mouth and hovered there. Genma watched him curiously, having neglected his cup on the engawa to drink right from the frosty bottle, now, cheeks pinking further. A flag fan appeared from nowhere in his hand, and he began to cool the sweat off his face casually.

Souun muttered something shyly in response and Akane giggled. “You couldn't have waited until I got home? It's not like Ranma's the only one who got into a university.” Breathing a small, happy sigh, Ranma downed his cup, feeling the cool liquid as it burned slightly down his throat.

“That's my boy!” Genma crowed happily, and Ranma knew he'd overestimated Genma's drinking capacity - or underestimated just how much he'd had - when the old martial artist began dancing around, waving flag fans excitedly and singing the national anthem.

Rolling his eyes, Ranma snatched the bottle from Genma's hands and splashed more saké into his cup, emptying the bottle. Behind him, Souun and Genma began singing together, and he could hear and feel the pounding of their feet as they danced. Tilting his head slightly, he took in the family room behind him, saw Kasumi giggling, having had a few sloshes herself, and Ono and Nodoka clapping rhythmically in time with the older men's singing and dancing. Nabiki was seated primly at the table with her own saucer, a light flush on her cheeks, hair grown long and pinned back from her face, still wearing her University of Tokyo tank top.

And then there was Akane, standing by the table, laughing into her hand at their fathers' antics, shaking her head. In her other hand was a bag with more bottles glistening in it. As he watched her, sipping the cool burn of the liquid from his cup and feeling a buzz settling over his forehead, she set the bag down and began depositing the bottles carefully onto the table. Genma and Souun “sobered,” and sat down quickly at the table, bowing to her.

“Thank you...” Genma began gravely.

“... for the offering.” Souun finished, hiccuping slightly at the end. Akane laughed and shoved her father into a sitting position.

“Goobers.” She mumbled; everyone in the family room laughed, and Ranma joined in. Akane turned slightly, looking at him as if noticing him for the first time. Everyone else looked at him as well, save for Nabiki and Nodoka, who had fallen asleep on one another at some point in the last few moments. “You want a refill, eh?” She asked; Ranma nodded, holding up his empty saucer. Akane looked amongst the bottles and selected one that was suited to drinking whilst cold, and brought the perspiring decanter over, still chilled from the fridge at the store. The revelry resumed behind her, and they seemed almost alone on the engawa as she came to sit beside him, using Genma's discarded saucer.

Filling both of their cups, Akane smiled at him and sipped at hers. Ranma watched her for a moment out of the corner of his eye, “Thanks.” He said finally, realizing that was what you said when someone filled your cup for you.

Akane beamed, “No problem.” They drank in silence, refilling the cups three times apiece, and after what was his fifth serving, Ranma was starting to feel a bit woozy. The heat suffused his limbs and head, as though his body was stuffed full of warm cotton, and his vision swam slightly. Behind him, the celebration of Akane and Ranma passing the entrance exams carried on, but only as a muted hum.

“Ranma, you okay?” Turning slowly, - because turning quickly would have made his head float off of his shoulders, he was sure - Ranma glanced at Akane and managed what he hoped was a sober smile.

“M'great,” he responded, “never butter...” that hadn't sounded right. Akane giggled and set the saké bottle down behind them. The party became more muffled quite suddenly, accompanied by a clattering sound that Ranma didn't quite register.

“I think you're done with that stuff, hm?” Ranma nodded carefully in agreement and set down his empty saucer. Akane continued to sip at hers, and Ranma watched her flushed face, lit orange by the setting sun beyond the retaining wall around the Tendou estate.

They sat in companionable silence for a little while, watching the sunset. Occasionally Akane would shift a little beside him, and her body would brush slightly against his. Drunkenness had electrified Ranma's skin, and every touch from her felt enhanced, causing a trembling to build up steadily inside his stomach.

When Akane's hand reached out and gripped his, the quivering spread out to the rest of him. Slowly, he turned to face her, and realized two things: their faces were inches apart, and Akane was just about as sloshed as he was. The wisdom of kissing her at the moment seemed dubious - they were both drunk, their parents were nearby, and neither was ready to get married.

Sweating in the heat and from the drink, Ranma moistened his lips with his tongue and warred with indecision. It was too hot, he couldn't think well. “Akane,” he said softly, “I want...” Trailing off, Ranma pulled slightly away, and Akane looked at him very carefully, eyebrows drawn together in confusion over her soft hazel eyes.

“What's wrong?” She asked, her voice throatier than normal, cheeks rouged from the alcohol, eyes misty. Ranma shivered, glancing over her body for a moment, despite his brain insisting that whilst that would be a fun idea, it was most certainly not a good one if he wanted to avoid drunken kissing.

His brain was right. Ranma had noticed Akane's attire earlier, a light cotton collared shirt and a skirt. But all her squirming next to him had apparently been to remove said cotton shirt, revealing a small tank top that barely covered her stomach and revealed the tops of her creamy breasts, kissed by the sun. As well, her skirt was riding up from her half-kneeling position on the engawa, and he could see the tan line from her swimsuit, as well as the edge of her red polka-dot panties.

Gulping nervously, Ranma looked away from her, behind them, at the closed shoji, and the lights and silhouettes moving behind it. When had those been shut? Turning his gaze back to her, he saw a pair of closed lids, dark lashes twitching, a tiny nose, nostrils flared slightly in anticipation, and a small, wet mouth.

There was no helping it. If he didn't kiss her now, Akane was going to get the wrong idea, and he had no idea how that would manifest itself when she was drunk. This thought sobered him slightly. Some of the fog cleared, and Ranma immediately took notice of the massive hard-on that the alcohol had been dampening slightly. His high metabolism - once enabling him to deal with Akane's abysmal cooking and Kodachi's poisons, before one improved and the other lapsed into something barely noticeable - rendered the rice wine's attempts at “whiskey dick” useless, and Ranma became momentarily cross-eyed at the suddenness of his arousal.

When he'd recovered slightly, he leaned forward and kissed her, lightly, barely even realizing that he'd done it until Akane was moaning softly and wrapping her arms around the back of his neck. Gripping his pigtail with a strong little hand, Akane scooted forward until she was almost climbing into his lap, and opened her mouth against his.

Sobriety smacked him in the face as hard as a mallet and Ranma realized suddenly that he was taking advantage of a drunk woman. And then Akane's tongue traced his lips and Ranma parted them obediently, quickly helpless under the onslaught of that small organ. They kissed tenderly, Akane a little sloppily for a moment before her motions resolved into something more sensual. She tasted like rice wine, but not oppressively so. He felt her breath exhale from her nostrils, against his warm cheek, and let out a breath himself, the air shuddering from his flaring nostrils.

When they pulled apart, opening their eyes, a thin trail of saliva was hanging between their mouths for a moment, silver in the waning light as it vanished with a flash to land between them. Akane smiled, slowly, shyly. Ranma stared into her face and cleared his throat a bit. “That was nice.” Akane said softly, sounding distinctly coherent.

Ranma nodded, bobbing his head up down quickly, and noted that the buzz was still present in his forehead, enough that the nodding made him a little dizzy. “Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

They sat for a while, Akane's hands playing absently with his pigtail, Ranma's hands supporting him against the engawa. Eventually, Akane scooted closer and leaned into his chest, pressing her soft breasts against him and closing her eyes expectantly. Ranma reflexively brought his arms up around to clasp her firm waist, and they predictably fell over onto the wooden floor when the support columns of Ranma's arms were removed. Akane ended up lying against his chest, head just under his chin. Ranma felt a wave of dizziness wash over him and his vision temporarily went black.

When his vision and head cleared a moment later, he noted that several parts of his fiancee were draped intimately over him. Her arms were around his shoulders, her breasts were flattened against his chest, and one of her legs was between his, her hip resting against his erection. Ranma tried to casually shift his groin away from her, but she'd noticed - he could tell from the way her body stiffened. Looking up into his face in surprise, Akane just stared at him, her eyes wide. Coughing awkwardly, Ranma looked anywhere but at her, noting interestedly the silence from the family room, the lack of lights, and human-shaped silhouettes. Were they... alone?

“Ranma,” Akane said quietly, inching up to his face, lips so close to his own he could feel them move when she spoke, “is that because of me?”

“Uh, uh, uh,” Ranma sputtered intellectually, trying to formulate a response that wouldn't make him sound like a pervert, or too interested before she'd shown more interest for him; something that wouldn't get him kneed in the groin, anything, “uh...” That wasn't good enough, his brain shouted.

Akane smiled, slowly, and Ranma's mouth opened slightly in confusion. “I think it is because of me.” Sitting up, Akane straddled his waist, so that his erection was poking her in the rear. From this angle, Ranma could clearly see her crotch under her skirt, the waistband of which was riding up somewhere under her ribs now. Ranma was transfixed by the little triangle of polka-dot fabric displayed to him, and the curved shape of what was underneath it.

“Uh, uh, Akane,” Ranma mumbled, throat suddenly dry at the sight of her, “wh-what are you...?”

“Shh,” Akane whispered, reaching down and touching her finger to his lips, “shh...” she pulled her finger away and started to lean forward.

“But you're drunk, it's not—” Too late, her lips connected, and Ranma's brain shut off again. They kissed more passionately now, almost hungrily, Akane's body sliding against his, her hands gripped tightly into the front of his tank top.

Groaning, Ranma ran his hands up and down her sides until one of his hands accidentally slipped up under her skirt, and he jerked a little. But when Akane didn't beat him unconscious, Ranma left his palm and fingers tucked snugly against the curve of her hip, thumb just under the leg opening of her panties. Akane reached down and grabbed his other hand, and after some fumbling, she moved it to cover her breast over her clothes. Ranma squeezed the soft mound presented to him gently.

“I'm not drunk,” she said quietly, pulling away from his mouth a bit; her breath spoke otherwise, but she did sound sober, “you aren't either.” He felt rather than saw her lips curve into a smile. Feeling empowered at her tone, Ranma moved the hand against her hip until it was cupping her sex through her panties. Akane gasped and moved against his fingers earnestly. Excited by her reaction, Ranma rubbed her more insistently, opening his eyes to watch her face contort with pleasure.

She came abruptly, sharply, collapsed on top of him, letting him hold her with one arm whilst the other was trapped against her moist, hot sex as she writhed with her orgasm. Ranma groaned as her movements brushed her firm legs against his erection.

After a few moments, Akane relaxed into stasis, panting against his chest. Shuddering with the need for his own release, Ranma just continued to hold her, arousal pressed painfully against his pants. Sitting up, Akane looked down at him, face flushed, still breathing heavily. Her shirt was askew and her hair was mussed; sweat gleamed across her skin. Sighing sensually at the sight, Ranma reached both hands to brush against her breasts. Akane hissed in pleasure and leaned into his touch, then she hastily undid the single button on his shorts and unzipped them, sitting up on her knees to get access.

“What are youaaaahhh...” Ranma trailed off into a squeak when Akane reached into his sweat-moistened boxers and gripped his erection. He watched with hazy fascination as her grip guided him out of the flap on his underwear, resting the tip of him against her panty-clad crotch. Her other hand shifted the cloth of those underwear aside, baring her curly hairs to his eyes, and her glistening labia. Realizing what was happening, Ranma wondered, vaguely, if he should stop her.

And then he was inside her and every coherent thought was lost at that hot, wet, slick, tight—

“So good...” Ranma groaned, gripping her hips as Akane buried him inside her.

“Yes,” Akane gasped out, moving over him, “yes, yes...” They ground together, Ranma's eyes rolling back in his head at the sensation of being so deeply joined with her. He'd never felt anything this good, and to be feeling it with Akane was like something out of his wildest dreams. Riding him steadly, Akane stared right into his eyes, her own scrunched up, her mouth slack with pleasure, small, panting moans emanating from her lips. Ranma kept his hands busy, running them up and down her body, then digging his fingers into her bottom. They came together after just a few precious moments, Ranma with a small, hoarse shout, Akane with a small moue of excitement and satisfaction. Again she tipped over onto his chest as he emptied himself into her, and again he felt her panting breath against his throat.

They lay like that for a while, enjoying the sensations of being so close to each other, basking in the afterglow of shared experience and—

“Ranma, Akane! You'll catch cold out here!” Ranma's eyes snapped open at the sound of Kasumi's voice. Shit, shit, this was not good, not good at all— wait a second.

Sitting up slowly, Ranma lifted Akane carefully with him and looked down at her and himself in the light coming through from the family room - it was quite dark out, stars winking in the sky above him. They were fully clothed, save for Akane's collared shirt abandoned to the side. The contact between them was no more intimate than two people who had accidentally passed out on one another from too much saké and not enough drinking experience.

“I'm so sorry to interrupt,” Kasumi said softly, smiling as she helped Ranma get a dazed Akane to her feet, “but I didn't think that...” She trailed off nervously, straightening her sister's skirt and draping the shirt over her shoulders.

Ranma smiled. “Hey, don't worry about it Kasumi. I guess we just overdid it and fell asleep.” Kasumi smiled, visibly relieved that he wasn't upset.

He was upset, but not at her, not at the interruption, not really. They helped Akane to her room, her small head lolling to the side as they passed through the family room, where everyone was deep in celebration, though Nabiki and Nodoka were still passed out in a corner. Kasumi helped them all the way up the stairs, and then allowed Ranma to carry Akane to her bed and lie her down. “I'll get her undressed, you go get some sleep, okay?”

“Yeah, sure, just... um...” Trailing off shyly, Ranma poked his index fingers together. Kasumi looked at him in confusion, eyes glinting slightly in the soft light coming into Akane's darkened room from the hallway. After a moment, her mouth formed a small “o” and she winked, stepping out and turning her back.

Relieved, Ranma leaned down and planted a kiss, softly, on his fiancee's lips. Akane reached up and grabbed his face, holding him there, deepening the kiss for a moment and making his knees wobble. Then she pushed him slightly back and smiled, eyes still closed. “G'night, Ranma. Have sweet dreams.”

“Already had one...” he whispered, smiling, “it was nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”