Heh heh heh. Im baaaaaack (for just a little bit. And here I thought
grad school
was going to be easier).

	$Heh heh heh.  Me too.  Except I plan on staying for a while.  Oh, and
you might want to watch those damned annoying Word smartquotes.  They
don't show up worth a damn in email, even Outlook, which I'm using.

	At least, I assume that block was a smartquote...

Jusenkyo Productions Proudly Presents
A Ranma 1/2 Lemon Spam Fic
When Akane Gives you Lemons...

	$I can already taste where this is going.  Heh.

This here fic is lemony scented. You know what that means. Just out of
curiosity,
could I see a show of hands of how many people will ignore this and read
the fic
anyway?

Thats what I though.

	$thought.

	No one's author's notes are exempt from my critical eye!

****
     A fine sheen of sweat covered Ranma-chan. Every so often, a few
droplets would
gather around her curves to take advantage of those shifting curves to
slowly collect

	$few droplets would take advantage...to become real
	Eliminate the redundant curves.

and become real drops, slowly meandering their way down her mostly bare
form. But far
from being uncomfortable, the sweat only served to heighten Ranma-chan's
anticipation.
     It had taken a long time to get to this point she admitted to
herself
(or himself). The agonizing wait while the heat on her body just kept on
building
higher and higher. It was almost as if she was being teased with this
wait. Just when
she though she could take no more, she found the heat intensifying and
her tolerance
rising to match it, like two hawks she once saw climbing into the sky in
China,
performing their acrobatic mating dance.
     But now, like those hawks that had finally parted to just soar cool
and level
high above the earth, the heat was no longer a distraction, rather it
was a small
lift to her, a moment to be savored as her prize now stood with in her
grasp.
     And what a prize it was too, tall and slender, it just waited for
her.

	$Mmmph.  Personally, I like 'em big and thick, enough to fill me up,
unlike those little skinny ones.

     Ranma-chan's blue eyes flickered up, seeking approval as she
hesitantly reached.
Deep brown eyes reflected back acceptance and a hint of impatience.
Permission had
been granted and now anticipation from the other party started to grow
as Ranma
reached out for what she had been waiting for so long.
     Delicate fingers reached out and slowly slid along the form in
front of her,
bringing it every so closer, drawing small paths in the thin watery
sheen that covered
what she sought. Fingers that could perform the most advanced martial
art techniques
and crush steel now gently closed on the treasure that had been
presented to her.
     Ranma's ruby red lips parted to take in the long instrument of her
delight. A
small sigh escaped the owner of those brown eyes as they surveyed the
unfolding scene,
tensing with anticipation as Ranma slowly, ever so slowly, drew the
thing she was
after fully into her lush mouth.
     For Ranma it was heaven. The tip was slightly moist with the
delight that she
sought, nay, yearned for with all of her being. Just a hint of taste,
the barest hint
of what was to come. But for that ultimate treat, she would need to work
for it.
     She started at a slow pace, tilting her head slightly as she
started to suck. No
need to rush now, it would be all the better for the wait after all. Her
sensual
tongue curved around and around the tip, trying to wipe away all taste,
but at the
same time draw more of it to her eagerly awaiting mouth.
     Somehow, Ranma could feel the pressure build as her task reached
its climax; the
treat that she sought was making its way up the shaft. Encouraged by
that feeling, and
the small moan of anticipation that she heard from her partner in this,
encouraged her
to suck harder and harder.

	$The weakest part of this is the constant use of pronouns.  Still, it's
fun.

     With what felt like a dam bursting, the tart, yet sweet, liquid
filled her mouth.
Gasping at the taste, she worked furiously to catch every drop of that
precious
liquid. Her tongue swirled around her mouth, catching every taste, every
drop,
herding down her soft throat. She sighed in ecstasy, and then
disappointment, as the
sweet ambrosia ceased its flow.
     Gently she used her tongue one last time to lightly clean the tool
of her
pleasure, restoring it to its original state before she withdrew it from
her mouth.
Disappointment, that her experience was now over, warred with
anticipation, for next
the time, for a moment before settling into an expression of bliss.
     Her deep blue eyes once more raised up to seek out the brown ones,
the ones that
had watched her joy and took great pleasure in it.
     Ranma smiled, the corners of her mouth still stained and slightly
sticky with the
liquid that she recently had drank, and drank deeply, of.
     Thanks, Akane, she said, wiping away the sweat of a hot Nerima
summer's day,
"You might not know how to boil water, but you sure do know how to make
lemonade!"

	$Considering my earlier comment about liking big ones, I'd have felt
MIGHTY silly if you had actually turned this into pr0n.  ^_-

Owari... End

Now who didnt see THAT coming?

	$Cute.  Real cute.

Ranma 1/2 is owned by the great Takahashi Rumiko-sama, I on the other
hand, own a
yo-yo. Please dont take my yo-yo. The idea for this one comes from a
very weird
conversation with on of my best friends that pondered the parentage of
Heero Yui
(Shinji and Rei) and moved on to how to annoy those people who want a
nice lemon, a
yaoi (or yuri [In Ranmas a girl, and enjoys Kunos bokken, does that
make it a yaoi?

	$Depends.  Does he see himself as a boy?  Or herself as a girl?
Perception is everything.

And if he IS a girl, and has one of those many Ranma-chan/Akane sex
scenes, does that
make it a yuri?]), and descriptive writing.

	$Close enough, at any rate.

And now, if youll excuse me, I have to run for my life from all those
who WERE
expecting a real lemon, not a glass of lemonade.

	$Nah, it was fun.  Good description.

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