This is a translation work based on the original story created by the user Randuril for the Ranma ½ fandom, named: "Implosión". You can read this story at (slash) s (slash )10335869 (slash) 1 (slash) ; just replace all the parenthesis for what's in them and erase the spaces and you'll find it in its original language.

Ranma ½ and all situations and characters related to it are property of Rumiko Takahashi. I do this by my own free will and without any profit intentions.

A huge thank you to CZeke, who agreed to be my awesome beta reader for this project.

Implosion

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He touches me and kisses me. We try to control our restless breathing. There's something exciting and enticing about doing it that way, in hiding, acting normally during the day as if this were a game, even arguing and fighting as always in front of the others. But finding each other at night, in the darkness, to play a different kind of game.

I let loose his braided hair and caress his back, hugging him tightly to pull him closer to me. He goes forward, looking for the bed, and takes off my pajamas almost desperately until he has me completely naked; then he seems to calm down, and take his time kissing me and touching me everywhere, almost without stopping. He holds my arms so I can't reach him, so I'm at his mercy. I don't complain - I know I'll have my turn later to enjoy him to my liking. These nights are always long.

I bite my lip when he starts to claim my body, entering slowly, deliberately, as he grazes the most sensitive parts of me. He has acquired a mastery of touching me that drives me crazy. I hate him for it, and at the same time I encourage him to move faster.

At just the right moment he kisses me again, something that he is always careful to do so I don't wake the whole house with my screams. Then he holds me tightly by thehips, with such strength that I know tomorrow I'll have the trace of his fingers on my skin, but I don't care. He gets a hold on me and fills me completely one last time, until we burst together, trying to swallow our moans and make not a single sound. In that instant, we seem to float over the entire universe, as if the whole of space were ours and the world had no end.

Nonetheless, he brings me back right away to the reality of this small space we are in when he whispers with a voice so sweet, that I could cry out of happiness. I like to hear him say my name that way, exhausted, over top of me, but I also like him to sigh it in many other ways. And he will, all through this night. I promise.

I look for his mouth, kiss him, and bite his lip.

Author's note: Here I go again, just back to business. XD Thanks for reading.

Romina.

Translator's notes: What do you think? The moment I read this story I just knew that I had to share it with everyone else. One of Randuril's stronger points in writing is the way she depicts the characters' emotions. And although this is a bit short, I hope I was able to put in to the text the wonderful way she imagined such a passionate scenario. If you liked this, please, feel free to pay a visit by her profile and let her know! I bet she'll be happy about it. She also has some other amazing stories in the Ranma fandom that I have set my eyes upon. You can look forward to read them later!

Have any comment? Constructive criticism? Please, let me know! See you in the next story! Spidey out!