-Chasing the Wind Part 9 Lemon Addendum-


The Usual Lemon Disclaimer:

WARNING:
This work of fanfiction contains explicit sexual material.
If this isn’t your cup of tea, or if you are under the age of 18, read 
no further. 

Those of you who are still here may want to know just where the 
hell this lemon goes within the main body of Chasing the Wind 
Part 9. Get your shears and glue ready.

The lemon portion begins with the sequence in Chapter One with 
Ranma and Akane in her bedroom at the McFogg estate. Nabiki 
has just left the two of them alone.

Ranma enters the bathroom to do his business and take a bath. 
Akane enters the bathroom, pulling her nightgown over her head 
as she does so.
<This is where the lemon begins; paste it in directly following that 
paragraph. It should then end with the beginning of Chapter Two 
and cut to the sequence with Tarchenko.>


There you go, enjoy!


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     Ranma was standing naked before the large Roman bathtub. 
The bandage was removed, and she could make out the tiny black 
stitches against the purple bruise. He was spacing out watching the 
steaming hot water stream into the tub. 
     He didn’t even notice that Akane had entered the room until 
he heard the sound of the door being shut and locked. When he 
did, he turned to see Akane standing at the door, naked as well.
     His eyes started in their sockets. He’d seen Akane in the nude 
before, but never under any circumstances where it was her idea. 
She smiled impishly for him, making no attempt to cover herself.
     His face and neck began to flush and his heart began to pound 
in his chest. He didn’t know exactly what she was up to, but he 
had a few ideas. She leaned over to retrieve a small bottle along 
the edge of tub, and splashed a capful of the stuff into the water. 
It was some kind of scented bubble bath solution, and the foam 
began to form as more water spilled into the tub. She tested the 
water of the tub with her toe, decided that it was just hot enough 
to stand and shut the water off, then gave him a pat on the rear.
     “In the tub with you,” she told him.
     “Huh?” There were times when Ranma’s brain was stuck in 
neutral. This was one of them.
     She gave him another playful slap on the rear. “I said, get in 
the tub.”
     He couldn’t tell by the look in her eyes her intent, or how 
serious she was. Truth be known his mind was still spinning in 
circles. Without a word he settled into the tub. The water was 
very hot, and he hissed as he eased himself down.
     Akane slipped in behind him, also hissing slightly at the 
temperature of the water. When she was settled comfortably 
against the side of the large Roman bath tub she pulled him 
close to her, with his back to her. Her hands moved delicately 
across his shoulders.
     “What are you doing?” Ranma finally got up the nerve to ask.
     “I’m going to bathe you,” Akane replied. She turned his head 
back around to face the front of the tub.
     “I can do it myself,” he said, not really having anything 
meaningful to say, but feeling that he had to say something.
     “But you aren’t going to.”
     He paused in thought. “Oh.” There was a certain finality to this.
     Akane reached for a washcloth and the soap. She lathered up 
the washcloth and then began to work it gently across his shoulders 
and back. Ranma mumbled something that she didn’t understand. 
She didn’t ask him about it, but contented herself with her work. 
His shoulders were broad and beautiful, if a little bruised and cut.
She took great care in washing around his wound.
     She leaned close to him as she took one of his arms and lifted 
it straight up. Her breasts just touched the skin of his back as she 
did so, and both of them gave a slight tremor at the contact. She 
could feel the nervous tension in his limbs, could almost see it 
radiating from him like the steam rising from the tub.
     She worked the washcloth up and down his arm, the motion 
slow and deliberately sensual. She could feel each subtle 
curve and bulge of his arm, the power that was hidden within the 
flesh. She always marveled at how much mass he had put on 
since that first day they had met, a day that had found them in 
similar surroundings.
     She worked upon the other arm. The only sounds to be heard 
were the gentle splashing of Akane’s body in the water as she 
moved behind him, and the drops of water that fell from the 
washcloth as she brought it up to continue. Akane lathered the 
cloth again and reached around him to wash his chest. She was 
pressed close against his back now, and she felt her nipples 
swell against his skin. As her hands moved across him she felt 
him take in a deep breath and hold it. She knew that he was 
savoring her every touch. 
     “Akane...” He began to say something.
     She shushed him softly.
     “Stand up,” she told him.
     He stood, and the water rolled off his skin in a patter of drops 
and steamy wisps of vapor.
     Akane began to wash his legs, moving her hands over every 
inch of him. She started from the ankles beneath the water and 
worked her way slowly and deliberately up, her fingers 
turning little circles over him as she went. Reflexively his hand 
went to cover his manhood as she approached.
     “I’m not going to hurt you silly,” she giggled breathily for him.
     He looked down at her as she knelt in the tub behind him. 
She grinned for him and waited. Reluctantly his hand went to his 
side.
     “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” she assured him with another giggle.
     This was as much a moment of truth for her as it was for him. 
Her hand moved the washcloth up along the inside of his thigh. 
Steeling herself, she moved up to cradle his manhood gently. He 
gasped at the touch, and nearly shirked away from her.
     His member was already stiffening, and she began to 
blush. He was blazing red, but stood there quietly trying to stay 
calm and collected. She began to stroke at him gently, the 
washcloth falling away from her hand and dropping into the tub 
with a splash.
     Ranma gasped again as he felt himself go fully erect. 
     “Akane...”
     She released him then. She wasn’t quite ready yet to go any 
further. With a kiss upon the small of his back she told him to sit 
down again. He settled back into the tub halfway between relief 
and disappointment.
     She brought her hands back up to his shoulders then and 
began to rub. Ranma hissed in pain. It startled her, and she 
stopped immediately.
     “I’m sorry, Ranma,” she quickly apologized.
     “That’s okay. Don’t stop now.”
     “But it’s hurting you.”
     “It feels better than it hurts,” he said, and leaned over his 
shoulder to give her a wan smile.
     She put her hands back upon his shoulders and began to rub 
again. She could feel how tense and taut his muscles were. They 
were corded knots beneath his flushed skin. She began to work 
them loose, and he grit his teeth and would only give her the 
occasional grunt or hiss when he couldn’t hold it in any longer.
     “Let it out Ranma,” she told him. “I know this is hurting you, 
but if you would just let go it will all be better.”
     He groaned in reply as she worked at a particularly recalcitrant 
muscle group.
     “You’re killing me,” he told her with another hiss. “But I think 
I kinda like it.”
     “You’ve always had an affinity for pain,” she whispered, and 
kissed him briefly behind the ear. Her fingers continued to knead 
into his flesh, and he began to loosen up.
     At last he settled against her and panted against the lingering 
heat within his overworked muscles and joints. His arms burned 
and his back was on fire, but it was the kind of burn that let him 
know he was over the worst of it. Akane’s arms reached around 
him and she held him loosely. Her fingers played idly along his 
chest, touching his nipples playfully as she settled her chin close 
to his neck.
     “Do you know what you mean to me, Ranma?” She asked 
him after some minutes of companionable silence.
     “As much as you mean to me,” he replied with a moment’s 
reflection.
     “Which is?”
     He shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 
     “Everything.”
     He turned around in the tub to face her. Her arms continued 
to circle around him as he did so. He put out his arms and rested 
them on her shoulders. His gaze fell softly upon her, the heart 
shaped face framed by locks of silky blue-black hair. The eyes 
that were huge and expressive and bright, the little nose that 
turned up slightly, her lips pouty, lush and full, inviting. 
     So he accepted her invitation.
     He cradled her face in his hands and fell upon those lips. His 
tongue teased at the threshold. Her mouth opened to accept him 
and they deepened the kiss. They held it as long as they could 
before parting for a desperate gasp of air, and then Akane pushed 
at him, forcing him backwards in the tub until he was pressed 
against the opposite side. 
     He took her up into another fierce embrace and steamy kiss. 
They would part only for those quick breaths before falling upon 
each other again and again. His arms circled her and lifted her up 
higher than him, and she cradled his head in her hands as they 
continued their embrace.
     Finally he fell away from her lips and then upon her pale throat, 
kissing all the way down to her breasts. She cradled his head against 
her bosom as he visited her breasts with kiss after kiss. Her nipples 
swelled beneath his probing tongue. She could feel him growing 
again beneath her, swelling hard against the inside of her thigh.
     She pulled his face up to her and kissed him again, their tongues 
darting past the other’s lips as they could. Her legs she brought 
up to either side of him as she settled down upon his lap. They 
continued like this for a long while, content to kiss and roam, 
exploring each other. Akane felt his hand move downwards past her 
belly, and she gasped at his sudden touch. Heat flashed across her 
senses as he explored a little more.
     His hands began slipping along her thighs, down to her hips and 
gripping her gently. She understood his desperate grasps and kissed 
him once more, slowly and tenderly, before lifting herself off of 
his lap. He steadied her as she took his member in her hand and 
guided it into position. Then she fell down upon him.
     Akane threw her head back with a soft cry as he entered her. 
He hissed somewhere between surprise and exultation, nearly 
clawing at her hips. There was resistance, and she lifted herself 
again, nearly drawing him out in the process.
     She fell back upon him and that resistance was broken with a 
flash of light behind her closed eyes. She cried a second time and 
gripped his shoulders both to steady herself and to dig into his flesh 
with her nails at the pain. He gasped at her nails’ bite, and then 
began to kiss her breasts again.
     Akane began to rock with him, rising and falling slowly 
against him, the water splashing gently with each motion, and 
the sound mingling with the drawing forth of a cry or gasp 
from the two of them. His lips moved up to her neck as she sank 
her teeth gently in his shoulder. Her love bite melted into another 
passionate kiss which met and broke with each cycle of their 
motion. 
     As the steam wisped about them and the water splashed, their 
sense of time was lost unto the moment. There was only the steady 
rhythm of their bodies, and the frantic pounding of their hearts in 
harmony with each other. Breaths they took when they could, 
fleeting and sensual and full of gorgeous desire for life.
     Ranma began to feel the tingling in the base of his neck and the 
sudden pressure welling within him. He held on, fighting against it, 
wanting this to last as long as absolutely possible. Akane too could 
feel the heat swelling from her belly and down. Her neck and face 
began to flush fiercely. She could feel his desperation.
     She picked up the tempo, moving against him faster now, and 
if she didn’t think her pulse could be any faster, her heart proved 
her wrong. He whispered affectionately in her ear, meaningless 
babble but only spurring her on. His hands came down to her hips 
and held tight as the pressure mounted and his toes began to curl. 
She reached out with one hand and took hold of his pig-tail, 
gripping it tightly.
     Her cries were coming louder now, the splashing more violent, 
and as he held on against the end a tiny part of him became suddenly 
concerned that they would be heard. That fear of discovery and 
irrational terror instantly thrilled him past the breaking point.
     He let go inside of her with the expulsion of all of the breath in 
his lungs. In that moment Akane threw her head back with a great 
cry of passion as her own orgasm exploded within her. She rocked 
against him for a few more strokes, quivering and gasping and 
drawing blood as her fingers dug into his shoulders. His own 
fingers dug at her hips as he held onto her for dear life.
     As the frisson passed through and out of them Akane fell down 
against him with a sigh. Ranma sank back against the wall of the 
tub completely spent. He rubbed softly at her shoulders and curled 
his fingers around the hair on the back of her neck. 
     They lay there in each others arms for a long while, neither one 
speaking. Ranma kissed softly at her cheek and neck while Akane 
stroked his shoulders and tried to catch her breath. They basked in 
the afterglow, feeling the heat bleeding from their skin and 
wondering at the indescribable moment they had shared.
     When at last Akane pulled away from Ranma to look him in 
the eyes she knew there was no need to tell him how much she loved 
him. It was there in the light and the glow and brilliant color of her 
eyes, and reflected with equal radiance in his. She whispered it to 
him anyway and felt an equal thrill as he told her the same.
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