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The front doorbell rang, and Akane jumped a little. Chopping up the last of the scallions carefully, Akane looked again at the recipe: she wasn't to any of the highlighted parts yet, good. That meant she could stop what she was doing and nothing would catch fire if she went to answer the door. She set down her knife with a satisfied smile. Marking off the scallions on the list of ingredients as “chopped, but not added” so that she didn't forget, Akane took off her apron, set it next to the knife, and walked out of the kitchen to answer the door.
The doorbell rang again, more insistently. Akane frowned and opened the door with a jerk. “Hell… oh.” Weakly she looked at the scene before her.
Mrs. Yamane, old and bent now, was standing next to Ranma on the front stoop of the Tendou-Saotome estate. This wouldn't have been a remarkable scene, except that Ranma was currently crouched on all fours with badly-abused plastic shopping back in his mouth that looked to contain a single, large raw tuna. Neko-Ranma yowled around his prize, gazing up adoringly at Akane.
“I'm so sorry, Mrs. Yamane,” Akane said weakly, bowing urgently to the old woman, “this hasn't happened in almost a year.” She explained.
“It's fine, Akane,” Mrs. Yamane said, flapping her hand dismissively, “I just thought it'd be better if he wasn't wandering around like this. He was very well behaved.” The imperturbable old woman leaned down creakily and patted the crown of Ranma's head, who purred and bumped against her weathered hand contentedly.
“Well, thank you so much for making sure he got home safely,” Akane bowed again, watching as her husband stalked possessively inside, arching his back and stropping against her legs, “can I repay you for the trouble?”
Mrs. Yamane waved her off again. “Nonsense; he's kept this community safe for years,” that surprised Akane a bit, considering that a lot of the troubles were directly caused by Ranma, but she wisely decided not to say anything, “it's no trouble. You have a lovely evening. Enjoy that tuna.” Mrs. Yamane wandered off, shaking her head.
“Goodnight!” Akane called after her. Shutting the door and sighing heavily, Akane turned and looked at her husband, crouched on his haunches in the entryway. He mewled around the shopping bag’s straps and dropped it with a wet “plop” onto the tile, where the tuna inside, sticking out from some punctures in the plastic, proceeded to leak all over the floor. “Ranma… what am I going to do with you?” Akane said without much heat, walking over to retrieve the main course for their dinner, which she had asked him to get, almost an hour ago.
Cats finding Ranma was almost as assured as water finding him, so Akane couldn't say that she was surprised—in fact, she'd was more surprised that it hadn't happened for such a long time.
Gingerly holding the bag out at arm’s length, Akane inspected the tuna and decided that it would still serve them. Ranma padded softly after her, purring and trying to get underfoot as she headed to the kitchen. “Tut, tut, kitty,” Akane said automatically, used, now, to him this way. She set the leaking bag in the sink, then filled a cup of cold water. “There, now we'll— Ranma-kitty?” Akane cooed; he wasn't in the kitchen anymore. Frowning, Akane double-checked the recipe, absently setting the water down next to the book, and then left the kitchen, the glass forgotten.
She didn't get very far. Apparently, Ranma was feeling playful, and had hidden just around the open kitchen doorway in the hall. As Akane stepped out, calling “here kitty, kitty,” Ranma sprang from a crouch and tackled her to the floor in a manner more suited to a dog than a cat.
“Ranma!” Akane shouted in surprise as all of his weight bore down on her from behind. Normally, he was so gentle like this, unless he felt threatened. She was at first terrified by his “attack,” but then quickly shoved the fear aside; this was Ranma. He loved her, and no matter if he was a cat, a man or a woman, he wouldn't hurt her.
True enough, Ranma was currently purring and nuzzling her neck. Akane shivered at the sensation, and then forced her dirty thoughts away; her husband wasn't in his right mind. “Ranma, nice kitty.” She said sweetly, trying to roll over. He chirped, a noise she'd only heard him make once or twice whilst like this, and, feet on either side of her hips, began kneading her shoulders with his “paws.”
Akane moaned unconsciously, and then blushed when she felt his erection poke her bottom as his hips dropped, “Ranma!” She hissed, irritated with him now; why was he such a little horndog, even as a cat? Not that she minded, normally, but… well, this was far from “normally.” “Ranma, stop it! Bad kitty!” He mewled pathetically and pawed at her hair, but he was off her shoulders now. Akane rolled over quickly and darted a look into the kitchen, realizing with dismay that the water glass was still on the counter. Dammit!
And then Ranma did something that he'd never done as a cat before. He leaned down into her face and began to lick her, right between the eyes. Shocked, Akane went cross-eyed trying to stare at him; what the hell was he doing!? “Ranma, stop it!” She repeated, trying to sound as firm as possible. If anything, though, that only made him lick harder. He settled his body on top of hers, and in spite of her protestations, it was nice to feel him against her. The purring was a bit weird, though, and the licking thing…! She needed to get to that water, now!
Then, Akane remembered she could just wait it out, and he'd stop and come back to himself. As she prepared to do just that, however, Ranma started licking across the rest of her face. Despite having the mind of a cat, he was still her husband, the husband that always tried to make sure she was happy in bed and, well, all the time. Somewhere in his Nekoken-addled brain, he still remembered that Akane's cheeks were very, very sensitive.
As Ranma's soft, wet, warm tongue slid lightly up the side of her cheek, Akane shivered; a familiar twitch moved from her cheek, to her jaw, down her neck and zipped all the way down her body and straight to her groin, then back out and down her leg. “Dammit, Ranma…” she groaned, more in pleasure than in irritation, “don't do that now…!” She whined.
“Murrraaaoooww…” Ranma yowled back quietly, still licking her cheek. Every time his wet appendage slid across her rapidly heating skin, that twitch, that electric sensation, zipped its maddening path through her body. After the third or fourth time, Akane's breathing was becoming labored, and she felt her hard nipples grazing against her shirt. She was suddenly thankful for the cool hardwood under her.
“R-Ranma…” She moaned, trying to focus; what had she been doing? Apparently making out with her husb— Wait, no, something was wrong. Ranma didn’t just lick her usually; he’d drag his lips and teeth against her cheek, moving his open mouth with practiced urgency across her face as his breath came in soft, heaving gasps…
Shuddering, Akane came back to herself and reached up to shove him off of her, to stop herself from potentially taking advantage of her husband when he was out of his damn mind, but her muscles wouldn't cooperate with that nonsense. Her arms flopped bonelessly when she tried to lift them. “Ung…” she whimpered helplessly, “Ranma, you dummy…” she mumbled.
“Sorry, I thought you liked it.” Startled by the humanity in his voice Akane shouted and tried to sit up. Ranma, back to what passed for normal with him, was having none of that. He pinned her down by her shoulders, rubbing his hard, hot lower body against hers and grinning sexily at her. “Came to a minute ago,” he explained at her red-faced wide-eyed stare, “but you seemed like you were havin' such a good time, I just went with it.”
Akane glared at him, but the expression wasn't exactly very vehement. “You pervert.” She huffed.
Ranma snickered. “Hey, you were the one gettin' all turned on.” Akane's glare strengthened, and then he leaned down and moved his lips across her other cheek, and she squirmed, mewling, “God, that's so hot, Akane.” He groaned, kissing her passionately, practically cramming his tongue between her eager lips.
As they kissed, Ranma's hands moved from her shoulders to the buttons on her collared shirt and started to undo them. He pulled away slightly, straddling her hips and parting the fabric, breathing shakily as the blue shirt revealed her bare chest. “You ain't wearin' a bra.” He said, his voice going up a few octaves.
Akane smirked, always happy when she could make “Mr. Confident” falter a bit. “Yep.” Ranma groaned and lowered his head to her breasts. She exhaled through her teeth and dug her fingers through his hair as he laved his tongue over her nipples, squeezing her breasts together and groaning needfully. “R-Ranma… I'm really—unf.” She tried to take in another breath to speak, but he was already reaching his hand into her pants and rubbing her through her panties, so all that came out was a small squeak. She felt a familiar winding beginning inside her, and shuddered; all of the earlier attention to her face had her so close already…
“Really what, Akane? Really wet?” She nodded mindlessly and he chuckled and removed her pants and underwear. Eyes closed, she felt him stand, but he came back a few moments later, his naked chest pressed against hers. Akane looked at him and started to remove her shirt but he stopped her with his hands against hers, shaking his head. “Leave it, it looks good on you.” He said softly, kissing her and pinioning one of her arms above her head, twining his fingers with hers.
Reaching down, he positioned himself at her opening and small shudders went through him as he entered her, slowly, supporting himself on one arm. Akane moaned as he filled her, drawing up her legs and locking her ankles around the backs of his knees. “So tight…” Ranma ground out against her cheek, moving his mouth against her overheated flesh, “so good, Akane…” Akane let out a high-pitched moan in response and squeezed his hand as he thrust deeply into her.
“Ranma…” Akane sighed, gripping her free hand into his hair, “I'm really close…” she whispered as he rocked against her. He grunted in response and let her hand go to twine his fingers into her hair, holding her head in place as he looked into her eyes.
“Come for me,” he croaked out, face slick with sweat. Akane flushed in pleasure at the intense look on his face and arched her back, moving her hips to meet his thrusts. Still watching her face, he reached down and began rubbing her clit. Akane found herself moaning in time with his hand and the motions of his hips. “Yeah, that's it, come for me…” He murmured touching his forehead to hers briefly, then rearing back to watch her as the spring in her coiled up and snapped, sparks dancing across her eyes as she came with a sharp, keening wail.
Groaning excitedly, Ranma wrapped his arms under her shoulders and tucked his head against her neck, mouthing the flesh there, pounding into her. Had he taken much longer, the hardwood floor would have become bothersome to her, but he came after just a few delicious moments, lifting up his head to look her in the eyes again as his face twisted with pleasure. His cock pulsed inside her and she sighed softly at the hot sensation of him emptying himself into her. Panting, he ground inside her for a moment, eyes rolling up into his skull before he collapsed onto her.
They lay on the floor for a moment, panting. “I love you.” He said softly when he regained his breath, quicker than her.
“Mmm… I love you, too,” she responded, nuzzling the side of his face, “but if your `cat' side ever tries to do this with me, I'll castrate it.” He laughed softly and looked into her face, waggling his eyebrows.
“Talk about `Full Body Cat Tongue.'” He joked, and she smacked him lovingly on the side of the head.
“Dummy.”