How's THAT for Love?
By Lord Raa
Disclaim-me-do: Chocolate? Before the performance?
Kasumi sighed before she started to clear up the dishes from breakfast. It wasn't that her family were particularly selfish, but they never helped around the house.
Akane tried to help out with the cooking, but well, the least said about that the better.
Ranma was a more competent aide, but his assistance was infrequent due to other commitments. Commitments like fending off challengers and rivals, avoiding cutting his own stomach open and trying to keep the havoc caused by Nabiki to a minimum.
Nabiki's assistance was even rarer than Akane's edible meals.
As she stacked up the dishes, the brunette sighed again, oblivious to Ranma's entry into the kitchen.
"Is something wrong, Kasumi?" he asked.
"Oh, Ranma-kun, you surprised me," Kasumi replied. "What makes you think that something is wrong?"
"Well, there's the fact that your posture is different to yesterday and I heard you sigh," the martial artist answered. "Is there anything I can do to help you?"
"It's alright, Ranma-kun," the homemaker insisted.
"No, it's not, Kasumi. I'm not the smartest of guys, but even I can see that something's not right here. The least you can do is let me help with the dishes."
"Well, if you insist," Kasumi smiled as she stepped aside. "So, what do you have planned for today, Ranma-kun?"
"Nothing really; I've done the morning practice, but I don't feel like going out with Akane and Nabiki. And Pops and Mr. Tendo are doing some training thing, so I'm kinda just staying in today," the pigtailed young man answered. After a moment, he added, "Kinda bored already though. What about you, Kasumi?"
"Well, I don't really need to do much housework today, thanks to your help yesterday. So after washing the dishes, I'm in a similar position to you, Ranma-kun."
Ranma nodded, and started to wash the rice bowls.
There was a comfortable silence as the two worked through their chore. After a few minutes of this, Kasumi started to cast a few furtive glances at her assistant, trying to understand why Ranma attracted so many girls.
Sure, his father had a large part to play for this situation, but if they weren't interested in Ranma, then they would have told him so and left him alone.
Kasumi looked at the way Ranma's strong arms were diligently washing delicate pieces of pottery. She zoned out for a moment and only just caught herself reaching out to give his right bicep a squeeze.
Blushing heavily, the brunette turned her attention to drying up the teacups, hoping that Ranma hadn't noticed what she'd nearly done.
"There we go, we're all done," Ranma declared as he rinsed off the last of the washing up. "I suppose that once I help with the drying up and putting away, we'll be bored together."
"I guess so," Kasumi smiled. "I think it would be nice to sit outside on the porch, don't you?"
The pigtailed martial artist was about to say yes, when he noticed that there were a few spots of rain on the window. "Well, it would have been nice if the sun had stayed out."
"Oh bother," the homemaker sighed when she saw the rain start to fall. She turned to face Ranma, who didn't look particularly bothered by the turn in the weather. "What shall we do instead?"
Ranma shrugged. "We can do anything you like, Kasumi. I don't really mind what we do today."
Kasumi's mind tried to come up with something to do, but it kept coming up blank. At least it did for the time it took to finish putting away the dishes.
As the brunette watched Ranma bend over, to put the rice cooker away in a cupboard, a thought entered her mind and refused to leave, despite her attempts to shift it.
Ranma turned to face Kasumi, who was blushing. "Is something wrong, Kasumi?"
"I… e-everything is f-fine, Ranma-kun."
The martial artist wasn't so sure. 'She's blushing like the girls in my class did the time my shirt came off in gym...'
That was when realisation hit Ranma. "Kasumi, were you staring at my butt?"
"I-I-I…" Kasumi stammered, unable to look Ranma in the eye. "…yes…"
The cursed teenager shook his head. "Kasumi, how would you like it if I stared at you butt or chest?"
Unable to control herself, the homemaker blurted out her response in a quiet voice. "If you want to…"
Ranma's jaw dropped. "K-k-Kasumi?"
"It's not what you think, Ranma-kun," Kasumi insisted, her cheeks burning red. "I was just, err… remembering a line I read in a book once…"
"Really? Well, what happened next? Did the guy step up to the girl like this?" the martial artist asked as he invaded the brunette's personal space. "Did he lean in like this to kiss her?"
"N-no…"
"Oh, I see."
"He took his shirt off first," Kasumi elaborated, her blush intensifying further.
Ranma stepped back. "Are you asking me to take off my shirt?"
"Maybe…"
The brunette found her feet most interesting after her latest admission. She wasn't sure what to say or do next for fear of making things worse.
'Though,' she admitted to herself, 'I don't know what "worse" is in this case…'
Summoning strength from some unknown source, Kasumi took a deep breath and looked Ranma in the eye. "P-please follow me, Ranma-kun."
"Where to?" Ranma asked as he followed Kasumi out of the kitchen.
"It… it's more appropriate to do this in my b-b-bedroom…" the homemaker replied, her voice quivering with embarrassment.
The journey to Kasumi's room was completed in silence, as Ranma wondered if they were doing the right thing.
The sound for the door locking shut brought the martial artist out of his reverie.
"Kasumi?"
"I… I want you to take off your shirt, Ranma-kun," the brunette said. "P-please."
Ranma hesitated, but couldn't find any real reason to refuse Kasumi of all people. "Sure thing."
Kasumi idly noticed that her lips were suddenly feeling dry as she watched Ranma strip to the waist. "Oh my…"
"So, what happens now?" the martial artist asked.
"Well, I… think we were recreating that scene I read," the brunette replied. "You're supposed to k-kiss me…"
Ranma smiled cockily before kissing softly Kasumi on the lips. His eyes widened when he felt the homemaker's hands start to caress his back. He broke the kiss when he was surprised by the way his ass had been grabbed.
"Now that's not fair, Kasumi," the shirtless man chided. "I don't mind you seeing me without my shirt on, and I liked kissing you, but you can't just grab my butt like that."
"Y-you're right, Ranma-kun. W-would you like to s-see me without my d-dress on?" Kasumi blushed heavily.
"It would only be fair."
The brunette slipped out of her floral patterned dress, allowing it to pool at her feet. For a moment, she tried desperately to avoid looking at Ranma, unsure of what his reaction would be to seeing her standing in her plain white bra and panties.
The martial artist saw this and decided to express his opinion with a passionate kiss.
Kasumi was pleasantly surprised when Ranma's tongue teased her own, and after a minute she started to melt into his arms.
"Mmm…."
"Yeah," the cursed teenager smiled after breaking the kiss. "You like that, don't you?"
The brunette, unable to get her vocal cords to work properly nodded.
"Would you like to go further, Kasumi? It's up to you, but it's got to be fair…" Ranma said as he looked her in the eyes.
The homemaker nodded. "I… I've been curious about a man's… you know…"
"So you want to see me naked?"
Kasumi nodded. "P-please can I see you naked, Ranma-kun?"
"Only if I can see you naked, Kasumi," Ranma answered.
"Y-you f-first."
The martial artist nodded and quickly threw his black kung-fu pants and boxer shorts off, not caring where they landed in Kasumi's well-ordered room.
"Is everything to your liking, Kasumi?"
Unable to get her voice to work, the brunette nodded mutely.
Ranma saw that her brown eyes fixed on his crotch and smirked. "If you want more than just a look, Kasumi, it's your turn to get naked."
Kasumi licked her lips before nodding. In a smooth motion, she removed her bra, but was still self-conscious about letting a man see her naked body and covered her breasts with her arms. Her eyes widened in surprise when the pigtailed young man embraced her, pressing her ample chest against his well-muscled torso.
She had expected a reaction from Ranma, but one more along the lines of him groping her rather than him holding her so protectively.
"R-Ranma-kun?"
Ranma moved the brunette to a position to look her right in the eyes. "You shouldn't feel embarrassed about your body, Kasumi."
"B-but…"
"But nothing," the cursed teenager said, turning Kasumi around so she could see herself in the mirror. He cupped her full breasts with his strong, calloused hands. "Look at this body; if I'd known you had a body like this, I would have picked you as my fiancée when I arrived."
Kasumi's blush was a combination of Ranma's honest words and his fondling of her breasts. She gasped in surprise when she felt something press against her. "O-oh my…"
"Yeah, touching you brings out that kind of reaction in me, Kasumi-chan," Ranma whispered into the brunette's ear.
The pigtailed man moved his hands over Kasumi's flat stomach, tracing an invisible pattern around her navel with his fingertips. He smiled as caused the brunette to squirm in pleasure and rub her tight ass against his semi-erect cock.
"I think you're ready for the next stage, Kasumi-chan."
"Y-yes…" the homemaker moaned softly as her martial artist lover slowly removed her plain white cotton panties.
Ranma noticed that Kasumi had averted her eyes, seemingly ashamed to see her own nudity in the mirror. He turned her to face him and kissed her deeply, probing the inside of her mouth with his tongue.
Kasumi melted into Ranma's arms when she felt the martial artist slid a finger into her slick pussy. She broke the kiss, panting heavily. "R-Ranma-kun… t-take me…"
The cursed youth gently laid the brunette on her bed, kissing her jaw and neck. He shifted himself and gently thrust his throbbing erection into Kasumi, eliciting a long gasp of pleasure.
"Yes…" Kasumi panted as Ranma steadily increased his pace, revelling in every little sensation their actions provided. "YEEEESSSSS~~~~~!"
The martial artist was surprised by just how much his lover's slick hole had clamped around his cock when she climaxed, so much so that he lost his concentration and came inside her. "Whoa!"
"R-Ranma-kun," the brunette smiled, her sweat covered chest heaving, "Please hold me…"
"For you, Kasumi-chan, anything," Ranma smiled as he lay next to Kasumi and allowed her to snuggle up to him. They kissed each other on the lips.
"I love you, Ranma-kun."
"And I love you too, Kasumi-chan," the martial artist sighed contentedly.
Kasumi lifted herself up on to one elbow. "Ranma-kun…"
"What's wrong, Kasumi-chan?"
"Well, it's…" the brunette trailed off, still not completely at ease with the situation. She took a deep breath. "Next time we do some role-play, would you mind if I was the one doing the seducing?"
Ranma chuckled. "For my darling wife, anything."
The End
There, have some terrible, terrible cheap, poorly written smut that my pre-reader, Chi Vayne and shown to a couple of my other internet friends.
I told you all that this was a collection of smutty one-shots, but there is a small chance I could continue Ranma and Kasumi's role-play…
But I promise nothing.