Enter Sandman

By: Half-elf

AN: This is a lemon so anyone who doesn't want to read one, please click the back button. For those who do, please enjoy.

Disclaimer: Ain't mine. Ain't makin' any money from it.

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Chapter 1

The young woman walked home from school, rubbing a hand over her forehead. "Where did the day go? I must've been really out of it 'cause I don't remember anything." Further thought only brought up blurry images. With a sigh, she put it behind her. It wasn't worth stressing over. Besides, she was home anyways.

Slipping off her shoes and dropping her bag by the door she moved into the quiet house. "I'm home!" Silence greeted her. This isn't right. It's never this quiet. A quick tour of the first floor revealed nothing and no one.

Giving up the search, she headed up the stairs and into her room, enjoying the peace and quiet. "Guess I'm alone then."

A pair of arms came around her, drawing her against a rock hard body. His voice whispered by her ear. "I'm here." Hands began to stroke her stomach sensuously.

Shock clouded her mind. "W-what are you doing?" Her breath hitched as his fingers stroked the bare skin of her belly. When did he get my shirt up?

"Mmm…" His lips brushed her ear. "Making the most of the quiet time." His hands drifted up, caressing her breasts through her bra.

She arched into him, her hands reaching back to grip his thighs. His lips ghosted over her throat and she moaned softly. We can't do this. This is wrong. "W-we have to st-" The words stuck in her throat when he bit her neck. When his fingers teased her tight nipples she snapped. "Fuck it." Spinning around, she pressed her lips against his.

He growled at the sudden attack, pleased with her reaction. His hand tightening in her hair, he angled her head for a deeper kiss. Her gasp allowed his tongue to sweep in and caress her own.

The warmth in her stomach grew hotter and she tugged at his shirt, fighting to free him from it. Finally releasing it, she slid it over his shoulders, her hands tracing every bit of naked flesh she could reach.

Gasping in surprise, she gripped his shoulder as he hitched her legs around his waist and pressed her against the wall. He pulled his upper body back and the heat in his eyes seared her. With quick hands she was released of her shirt and bra. A wicked smile crossed his face before he bent down and traced her breast with his tongue.

A high pitched cry rang out when his lips closed around her and he sucked hard. He returned to her mouth while his hands remained squeezing her bottom, rocking her against him. Feeling the hard bulge rub against her made her dig her nails into his shoulders and she bit back a moan.

"No." Her eyes met his in surprise at his harsh tone. "I want to hear you." Her breathing grew heavier as he rocked against her again. "I'm gonna make you scream."

Moaning at his words she drew him back to her mouth, her legs tightening, bringing him closer. He massaged her breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers while their tongues dueled and his hips ground against her.

She whimpered in protest as one hand stopped its magic. But the whimper turned into a keening sound when he reached between them and stroked her through her panties. She pulled back, gasping for breath as she adjusted to the new sensation. It was hard to focus, though, as his mouth only moved on to her neck and chest.

It wasn't enough. This wasn't enough. She needed more. She forced herself to focus on his face and almost lost it again when she caught his gaze as he suckled her breast. Her next word signed her over to him; her body, her pleasure, her heart. "More."

His eyes flashed then he was devouring her mouth once more. She could've screamed at the sensation but her mouth was otherwise occupied. Then the room was spinning and she felt something soft underneath her. The bed.

He stood over her, gazing hungrily down. Her chest heaving, lips parted and waiting and her eyes dark with desire. "Beautiful." It slid over her like a caress and she arched in pleasure. His chuckle vibrated through her as he lightly traced his hands on her chest and over her stomach before hooking in her waistband and slow, painfully, erotically slow pulling her skirt and panties off.

When she was completely bare he leaned over and placed a gentle kiss against her lips. All his other touches heated her up but this melted her. She held out her arms, beckoning him to her. His pants landed next to the other clothes before he joined her.

Skin to skin, he laid over her, caressing her with his body while he slowly, thoroughly, kissed her. Making his way down her body he stopped where she wished, seeming to know just where she needed him. When he reached his goal, he positioned her knees over his shoulders and opened her to him.

He bent down and his tongue slowly, leisurely, traced her already wet flesh. She groaned. "If you keep doing that you're gonna kill me." His laughter vibrated through her already sensitized skin and she thrust her hips in response. His mouth was tight against her for that brief moment and when she sagged back he followed.

His tongue lapped against her nub, making her cry out in pleasure. "Again. I want to hear you." His breath tickled against her, causing her hands to fist in his hair.

"Please. Oh, yes. Please… more."

He growled in pleasure and wrapped his lips around her, alternating between sucking and teasing her with his tongue. Another broken cry rang out as a finger slid into her, drawing out slowly, rubbing against her.

She was so tightly wound, she was ready to snap. There was nothing she could do about the sounds slipping from her lips, she was too far gone to care. Only the man and the pleasure he was giving her mattered anymore.

When he suddenly pulled away she let out a frustrated cry and thrust her hips, hoping he'd return to what he was doing. But he had other ideas.

His lips pressed against hers, his tongue caressing hers not unlike her previous movements. She could taste herself on him but she couldn't find any trace of disgust. In fact, she was more turned on than ever.

He rubbed his shaft against her, causing her to pull away with a gasp. It felt so good.

He nipped her ear lobe. "Say you want me."

"I want you." Her breaths were fast, her heart was beating frantically in anticipation. "I want you. Please. I can't wait. Now." Her voice took on a demanding edge that made him smirk. But he raised himself to his elbows and positioned himself at her entrance.

He teased her, sliding in only slightly before withdrawing. She was going to lose her mind. The next time he slid in, she wrapped her legs around his hips and drew him sharply to her. He slid in to the hilt.

They both froze, taking in the feeling of being fully connected. Then, he began to move.

Eyes locked, they watched each other as he slowly withdrew then thrust completely into her. Soon her hips rose to meet him and the tempo climbed. They panted and moaned. She cried out and raked her nails down his back as he hit a particular spot when he shifted. He repeated the movement, over and over, until she felt that familiar tightening.

He bent his head down and kissed her roughly as he ground into her. Her eyes looked into his desire drenched ones and she couldn't stop herself. "I love you."

His only answer was a smile and an increase of tempo. And, at the point, she couldn't bring herself to mind it. His mouth sucked on her neck, marking her as his. His eyes darkened at the sight of it, dark against her pale skin. "Say it."

She fought to focus on his words but she was confused.

"Say my name. I want to hear it on your lips when I push you over the edge." His thrusts were fast and erratic. He was close. Then again, so was she. He reached down and began to rub her clit as he continued to thrust into her.

She let out a cry, trying to hold off for a little longer, not wanting this to end. But it was too much.

He pinched her clit and slammed into her at the same time. She climaxed around him, screaming out his name. "Ranma!"

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Akane sat straight up in bed, heart pounding and sweat making her night shirt stick to her body. A body that was still humming with the sensations the dream caused.

Roughly, she pushed it from her mind, desperately trying to calm herself. "It was a dream. Just a dream." She swallowed to work moisture back into her throat.

A long while later she was finally calm. She was even glad that she was able to come up with an excuse… uh, reason, for that little bit of insanity.

That was the last time she'd eat chocolate and wasabi covered takoyaki before bed.

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AN: This was my first lemon so feedback would be greatly appreciated. And for those who don't know, takoyaki is octopus fried into little balls. That's not the best description but it's pretty close. Well, thanks for reading and let me know what you think.