The cool air wafting along her back roused Akane, and she nuzzled closer to the warm form against her. She giggled sleepily as she was pulled closer still, gentle fingertips teasing her lower back and warm breath ruffling her hair.
After a few moments, she decided that didn't make up for the lack of bedclothes, and reached blindly for the covers. It took a long time, and she nearly opened her eyes to make it a bit easier, but eventually her fingers found something her mind identified as the edge of the blanket and she tugged firmly to sweep it over herself.
It didn't. It stuck, and the form she was warming herself on rocked towards her. Reluctantly, she opened her eyes so she could see to free it.
She blinked at the sight of the plain wall before her. It wasn't her bedroom wall. An experienced kidnap victim, she glanced around to get an idea of where she was, and saw that the warm form she was snuggled up against was, in fact, a young man, lean and naked, a little above her height and unevenly blonde. She pulled back sharply, realising that she, too, was naked.
'Ohmigod. I - We didn't, did we?' Another thought crowded that concern from her mind. 'Who is he anyway? I don't know any blonde guys!'
She looked closer. His face was familiar, but in the dim predawn light she couldn't make out who he was. He had a faint happy smile on his face, and she couldn't help the feeling that she might have a better chance recognising him if he didn't. As she peered at him, his hands slipped up her back and pulled her gently back down onto his chest.
"...mmm... tomboy," he muttered, nuzzling her crown affectionately. He purred contentedly, his chest throbbing like a powerful engine idling.
"Ranma?" She broke his grasp and rolled off the futon. Turning, she saw that he had already started reaching fitfully across the mattress, seeking her with a distressed growl. She quickly discovered two things. First, now she had made the connection, the figure was recognisably her fiancé; the face was right, the hair was in the habitual pigtail even if it was a funny colour, and the body corresponded to her memories of her first sight of him in the nude.
Second, despite all the evidence of recent perversion, lust and lechery amply available, she wasn't even slightly angry with him. It felt wonderful.
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