If nothing else, she knew that this was something that she was going to have to work at. Her love for him, and his love for her was unquestioned, but she had to make things work for them. They were married, and she wanted to have a proper sort of relationship with him, even if her father was freaking out over the situation. Ranma was her husband, which was not going to change for anything. She just had to find where he'd run off to first, and settle things down again. Hopefully, once she could get dressed, they could have some comfortable time together before sharing their first family dinner together.
When she put her hand on her doorknob, she heard something that distracted her though. "Psst! Akane!"
"Eh?" she grunted, looking around for the source of the sound.
"Hey! Over here! This way!"
"Ranma?"
"That's me. So, could ya come over ta me?!"
Turning towards the source of the harsh whisper, Akane blinked as she saw her husband leaning out of a room with no shirt on. Walking over to him, she let her confusion show on her face. "What are you doing here?"
"I ran here, and thought that I'd get somethin' from my pack ta wear while I waited for your dad ta calm down. Since Pop's pack was here, it was only natural."
"Then you're...."
"Naked," he admitted. "Not that I really wanna be like this."
"Why not get dressed then?"
"My pack's not here, and would ya wanna wear anythin' of my old man's?"
"Not really. But if it's not with his, then where is it?"
"In your room. I managed ta talk ta Kasumi from here, and she told me that she put my pack inta there 'cause we're married."
"She did? I...." Various images of her husband sharing her room, and her bed, filtered through her mind before she pushed them aside to focus on the matter at hand. "Then why didn't you just go and get something to wear?"
"The simple answer's that I'm naked, and runnin' through the house without anythin' on is not somethin' that I'd like ta repeat."
"Trust me. That's a good thing. What about the other reasons you seem to have?"
"Only got one. It's.... It's your room, and even if you're my wife, I don't know how'd ya take me changin' clothes in there without ya knowin' 'bout it."
"Oh."
"'Xactly."
"'Exactly' what? I'm your wife, and if we're going to stay together, we'll probably wind up sharing space. I just... didn't really think about it before."
"Me neither," Ranma told her, and by the blush that he gave as he looked her over, it was clear that he was having at least some of the same thoughts that she was.
"Well then, since I'm supposed to be seeing you... without clothes, I guess that there won't be any harm in you coming into my room and changing."
"Actually, there will be."
"How could there be? If you think that I'll have a problem with you doing that sort of thing, don't worry about it. Sure, I might be surprised from time to time, but it's not like I'm going to bash you for doing that sort of thing. It's only normal behavior, and you're not trying to do anything to bother me. Besides, I...."
Sighing, he waved his hand in a gesture of refusal. "It ain't goin' inta your room that's the problem. Even if I had a problem with ya seein' me change, I could always have ya stand outside while I do it."
"Then why refuse to go?"
"I don't even have boxers on, and if Kasumi or Nabiki were ta show up, I'd be givin' them a show."
"Oh, right," Akane agreed, wincing as she thought of her conversation with Nabiki.
"Then could ya at least get me some boxers and an undershirt? I really do need ta have somethin' ta wear if I'm gonna walk around."
"Sure...."
"Thanks."
She nodded absently, and walked back to her room, where she opened the door so that she could go inside. Immediately seeing his pack, she opened it up and pulled out the asked for garments, and headed back to the hallway, immediately heading over to where her husband was waiting. Handing over the two pieces of clothing, she returned his nod of thanks with one of his own, and waited as he slipped them on.
"Ya were a big help," Ranma said as he stepped out into the hall, now clad in the underwear. "Thanks."
"No problem. But...."
"What?"
"I'm sorry about all this. I didn't expect these sorts of problems, and just wanted to make your homecoming good. Had we been able to enjoy the furo, it would have been great, but you got chased out of it, and weren't given a chance to get dressed. You probably think that I'm starting out as your wife on a bad note, right?"
Giving her an admonishing scowl, he put a hand beneath her chin so that he could raise to give her a quick kiss on the mouth. "If I thought that ya weren't gonna be the wife that I wanted, I'd say somethin'."
"But you were all stressed out in the furo, and Dad popped up...."
"Gimme a break. Havin' ya join me in the furo's somethin' new, and I don't exactly know what a guy's supposed ta do when his wife does that. I was nervous, excited, and pretty confused. But don't think that I didn't like seein' ya."
"You froze up," she said, letting her brows draw together.
"Ya would too, if ya had someone really cute just showin' up outta the blue ta do somethin' like that."
"It was kind of sudden, wasn't it?"
"Hell yeah! Next time, give me some warnin' 'bout what ya wanna do. I don't know a lot 'bout... ya know, and I really don't wanna mess it up."
"Trust me. You won't."
"If ya say so," her husband replied doubtfully at the confidence in her voice.
She gave him a bright smile and looped an arm around one of his, lacing their fingers together. "Well then, why don't we get to my room so that we can get fully dressed."
With her cute smile trained on him, Ranma found himself unable to disagree, and so he merely nodded, and let her lead him to her room, while:
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