I DON'T OWN RANMA!

AN: I am very sorry for the long wait but I'm back! I hope I still have it…

Cyclamens

Earlier chapter

"I..." she barely knew what she was saying. The sake she drank probably went up her head. "I think, then, I... Wanted you to do that".

He laughed with pleasure. "Now I feel much better".

He really is a good guy, Akane thought. Not cocky and arrogant like you expect from a rich guy like him. She remembered their encounter at the flower shop. He's nice, she reflected. Behind all this power, confidence and strength was hiding a decent, good-heart man.

They were the last to leave the restaurant. At the hotel he escorted her to her room, and by the door he hugged her. She didn't know exactly what he had in mind. On their way back, in the limousine, he didn't try to make love with her. She really wanted him to stay with her, but she didn't dare ask him. "Good night", he whispered.

Now continuing

No! He can't torture her like that! He won't just walk away like that. With an incontrollable impulse she planted her mouth on his. For a moment he stayed still. Without response. She could feel the tension in the muscles that lay under her hands. She already got anxious. What if he rejects her? And then, at once, he unfroze. His lips moved against hers, his tongue caressing hers. His hands caressed her hair, her face, her back, her waist. His pelvis burned against the purple velvet of her skirt. She didn't know how long it was until he picked her up in his arms and carried her into the room. "You're so light", he said with delight, "I've never met someone as delicate as you are. Like a flower".

He undressed her slowly. She was a little embarrassed with her tomboyish body, but he acted as though she was the most alluring woman on earth. She trembled with pleasure when his mouth passed over her neck, breasts, abdomen, and thighs. Ever since Tatewaki she didn't sleep with a man and you can defiantly not in any way compare the dull and rough sex with Tatewaki to the hurricane and magic she felt with Ranma. He took off his clothes, and she saw she underestimated his attractiveness. He looked like a Greek statue. They embraced each other.

His passion mixed with her passion and his lust with hers. More and more they pulled the passion, more and more till exhaust, till they were one. And when their bodies shock with that marvelous and divine pleasure, she heard him whisper her, "my love".

The week passed quickly. Until the afternoon hours Ranma was busy in his work, but every evening they went out to a concert, an opera, ballet and restaurants. In the weekend, when he cleared from his business, they went to central park and there, in a magical corner, on the bank of the lake, they made a picnic. He lay on his back, and she laid her head on his stomach, looking at the top of the trees.

"Ranma?"

"What my love?"

"How come you didn't ask me about my family?"

He wasn't hurrying with his answer. "What does it matter?" he finally said. "For instance, Ukyou came from a perfect family supposedly, and our marriage was a failure. So what does it matter from what family you are?"

Happiness and relief washed over her.

"And besides," he added with amusement, "If you are from Hokkaido, what could there be!"

Her heart sank a little. Maybe she'll wait till tonight to tell him. Tonight was their last night together. Tomorrow she's going back home. He needed to be delayed in New York for a couple more days, but he promised that as soon as he'll get back to Japan, on Wednesday, they will see each other.

Ranma moved up, making her sit, until they set in front of each other. "Marry me".

"What?"

"I love you, Akane. I am totally in love with you. And I think you love me too. We should be together, for always."

"B- But you don't know me", she said, panicking.

"I know enough".

She turned away from him and stared at the clear and smooth water of the lake. "There are things you don't know about me."

"Such?"

She tried to think quickly. What to say? To confess now or to wait for a suitable moment. "Can I think about it?" she asked with the best simplicity she could muster. Her were eyes still on the lake.

"No. Give me an answer now."

She turned her face back to his, drowning in the purple of his blue eyes.

"Akane…." He came closer to her.

"Yes," she whispered. "Ok." She didn't get the chance to add another word before she found herself lying under him, his mouth kissing her passionately every where.

"Are you crazy", she laughed. "We're in a public place."

"Let them arrest me", he murmured. "I can't stop."

At five they were back at the hotel. "I have an hour maybe two of work," he told her. "I'll come pick you up from your room at seven."

When she packed she remembered that some of her cloths were still at Ranmas room, there she spent her nights, and decided to go and take them. She knocked lightly on the door and it opened up quickly. The smile wiped off of her face. Her eyes turned large and heat invaded her cheeks. At the door, in a skimpy transparent robe, was Ukyou, Ranmas ex-wife. "Yes?" she asked in English.

Akane couldn't make a sound.

TBC…

Well like I said sorry for the long wait but here it is…. The next chap… I hope it's ok… considering how long I didn't write…

Until next time (hopefully soon)

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