Just want to point out that this doesn't follow the theme of BDSM like my other stories!

Ranma and Akane were sitting in the living room. Ranma had gotten into a fight once again, and had cuts and bruises all over his body. With his shirt beside him on the floor, Akane applied an alcohol-soaked cloth to clean some of the cuts.

"You really need to stop getting in trouble, Ranma."

"He-" He stopped.

He couldn't tell her that they were talking shit about her, or else she would've thought it meant more than it did.

"Nevermind."

She sighed and shook her head before putting a small bandage on his nose. There wasn't any purpose to it, she just liked it. She carefully poured some more cleaning alcohol onto the cloth before dabbing one of his cuts.

He sucked air through his teeth before tightly gripping her wrist and pushing it away.

Normally, she would get mad, but he was in pain, so she let it slide. However, he had never grabbed her like that. His grip was so tight that if he applied an ounce more of pressure, it would leave a mark. Mark. She looked at their hands, then his body, then his dirt-covered face. It wasn't the first time she had seen his body, but that time was different. Just one motion and word sent her brain off the rails.

She ripped her wrist out of his grasp, with a slightly flushed face.

"Sorry." He told her.

"I-it's fine. Don't worry about it..." She dabbed the cut with less pressure than before.

"Why's your face red?" He put his hand over her forehead. "Are ya sick or somethin'?"

"No!" She replied, quickly. "I'm fine." She finished dabbing the cut before putting all of the medical supplies back in the basket. "There, all done." She stood up quickly, put the basket away, and went to her room.

She shut the door behind her and sat down on her bed as she thought back. Thoughts of Ranma and her flashed in her head and she couldn't help but grab at her skirt. She was familiar with that feeling, it was natural for anyone her age. That aching feeling between her legs that screamed for attention. She bit her lip and tightly closed her eyes as she tried to think of anything else to calm herself down, but it just got worse. When she shot open her eyes, she found her hand between her legs, stroking up and down her slit over her panties.

She sighed. "I mean, I..." She lied down on her back and pulled down her panties and lifted up her skirt.

She grazed one of her fingers over her clit and her thighs tightened for one second before relaxing. With the wetness she already had, she knew she would be okay so she slid two fingers inside of her. She gasped at the slight momentary pain, and started a slow pace.

Thoughts of Ranma on top of her, kissing her neck, holding her breasts, being in between her legs made her fingers move even faster. She moved her free hand down to make circles on her clitoris and she let out a loud whiney gasp. No one ever walked past her room or entered without knocking, so she wasn't worried about them hearing her. She pushed against her clit harder and the movements became faster. Her feet were no longer touching the bed, and she could feel herself begin to come undone. She bit her lip as she felt herself cum and let out a breath of relief.

She pulled her fingers out before putting the two digits into her mouth and sucking them clean. She cleaned up, put on new panties, and walked out of her room. When she walked out, she saw Ranma standing beside the door with his mouth slightly open. Well, shit.

"R-ranma!" Akane exclaimed. "W-why, what are you, d-did you...?" She wasn't able to make a clear sentence.

"I swear I didn't hear nothin'!" He shook his hands in defense. "I-I just got here... but anyway," He looked at the floor as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. "I just wanted to thank you for thi-I mean patching me up!" His cheeks became flushed.

Akane felt as if her face was on fire. "Y-you're welcome..." She wasn't able to look at him. She had never been caught before. "We-we should probably-"

"No!" Ranma said, quickly. "Whatever it is, no!"

She sighed and pulled him by his arm into her room and shut the door behind the both of them.

"Listen, Ranma... I-I know you heard..."

"Heard what, Akane? I dunno what you're talkin' about." He awkwardly chuckled.

She snapped her head up, "I'm not stupid, Ranma. Listen, can we just... not talk about this ever again? Please...?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Thank you."

"I just have one question. While you were, ya know, what were you thinking about?"

"No one, I mean nothing!" She cringed.

"Akane, I'm not stupid, either."

She sighed and closed her eyes, "You." She said quickly.

"R-really?"

"Yes. Now, shut up and let's go eat." She quickly left the room.

~

"Ugh. I can't believe that happened! I was so stupid! And why did I tell him?! God!" Akane yelled at herself as she lied down on her bed.

Someone knocked on her door.

"Come in."

Ranma timidly stepped inside and she sat up quickly.

"Ranma."

"Hey. Can I still come in?"

"Y-yeah."

He closed the door behind him and slowly walked over to the bed before sitting down.

"Why are you here?"

"I just wanted to ask, why and when'd it start?"

"I-when I was patching you up this morning. Your grip and-" She stopped herself. "anyway, a few months maybe? I dunno..."

"My grip?"

"Yeah. On my wrist..."

"Oh."

"Is that all? I should probably be getting to bed."

His face became extremely red. "Actually, one more thing."

She slightly tilted her head.

"C-can I... I mean it's cuz... you know what? Never mind." He quickly stood up. "I'll be going. Goodnight, Akane."

"Wait." She grabbed his wrist and he looked back down at her. "W-what were you going to ask?"

"If I..." He turned his head away and she could see his ears turn red. "Could see...?" He finished, cautiously.

She blinked in surprise and without thinking, responded. "Yes."

He spun back around. "What?"

"Y-yes." She answered, less confidently.

His mouth was slightly agape and he wouldn't move.

She lied back down and pulled her panties down to her ankles. She lifted her skirt so he could see better and she watched as he slowly sat down at her feet. She stroked the slit to get it wet before putting one finger inside and gasping. Once she started moving, she started lightly whimpering. She could feel the blood rush to her face as he just stared on.

His hand jerked slightly, but he kept it on his lap.

"It's okay. What were you going to do?"

He timidly placed his finger on her clitoris and she gasped. "Shit. How'd you know about that?"

He dryly chuckled, "Porn." He started making small movements, but it wasn't enough.

"Harder." She told him.

He applied more pressure and she felt her insides tighten. She placed another finger inside and Ranma's eyes widened slightly. She chuckled at his reaction and started moving the digits faster. She saw a bulge form in his pants.

"Are you enjoying this?"

His cheeks turned even redder.

"It's okay. You can touch yourself. I don't mind. I take it as a compliment."

She let out a whiney moan as he removed his hand from her to unbutton his pants and grab his cock. He started slow pumps as he watched her, which turned Akane on even more. She wanted it inside. She used her free hand to push hard on her clit and rub it violently. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly as she came and she panted as she took her fingers out. She noticed that he wasn't finished yet.

"Here." She inched closer to him and replaced his hand with hers. He let out a gasp and she couldn't help but smile. "Is this okay?"

"Yeah. Just h-harder and start to-" A gasp cut off his sentence as she gripped him tighter and started pumping him.

She looked down at his cock in her hand. She imagined what it looked like sometimes, and it was just what she thought. She wondered if she could fit it in her mouth, but that would be for another time.

"Do you think about me when you do this?" She asked.

"Yes. Especially after we go to the beach." He moaned as she quickened her motions. "I-" He choked back a moan.

"What? Do you want to cum?" Her voice was different, it wasn't her, but she liked it.

"Yes."

She gave him a few hard pumps before he came. The white substance got on her hand and his shirt.

"It's okay, I have tissues." She reached over and grabbed them from her nightstand. She cleaned her had first, then his stomach. She walked over to the trash bin she had in her room to throw it away and sat back down on the edge of the bed.

He took off his shirt to reveal all of his muscles. She couldn't help but bite her lip. He chuckled.

"What?" She asked.

"You're cute when you bite your lip."

She felt her cheeks flush again. "Well, you're hot." She blurted and then quickly covered her mouth with both of her hands. She could still smell it.

"Thanks. So are you." He admitted, his shyness seeming to have gone away.