Title: Hands

Fandom: Ranma 1/2

Words: 294

Rating: T

Summary: Ranma maybe foolish but he knows what he wants.

Warning: Suggestive material.

Ranma knew he was being foolish. And a stalker.

And a peeping tom.

No matter how many times he repeated that she was an uncute, and violent tomboy, it wouldn't record itself.

The only thing that was surely to be seared in his mind was what he was seeing right now.

He had no idea what he was thinking when he told her all those things because he was certainly a really bad liar or really stupid. He went with both.

Akane was passionate and fiery and she didn't take shit from anybody, mainly him. Which was something, because every other girl he had met accepted everything he did even if it was foolish. Akane didn't, and it made her even more attractive.

And no matter how tough she was, she also had another side to her.

The side he couldn't help but look at, Akane was a sensual creature and it was evident in every move she made. Every move she made captivated him, entangled him, turned him on and made him fall deeper. Watching her dance was little to what else she could do, but it was enough.

The air he had managed to obtain was stolen as if he had been punched in the gut.

He could only watch as she moved her hands over her body and swayed, as she buried her hands in her hair the way he wanted to and kiss her senseless, but refrained because he was too much of an idiot to do so.

Her hands were all over just as his wanted to be.

Ranma closed his eyes and swallowed. He didn't know what he was gonna do with her, she was too much of a temptation and he was too much of a fool.

Well, I recommend hearing Maroon's 5 Hands all over. Originally posted at LiveJournal, fanfic_bakeoff. Team Pie!