Her eyes frozen on those beautiful blue orbs, just off angle but right in front of her, Akane managed to swallow the half a pickle in her mouth, her breath from her nose restarting as his swallowing moved his lips on hers. Both managed to come back to kneeling, fortunately empty bowels brushed aside as Ranma’s fingers ran through her hairs, holding the kiss, directing her slightly but not holding her to him, somehow locked together through their eyes. Sitting up enough onto his elbows, he looked at her pack. “I’ll set up the other tent.” Akane knew what she’d regret. “Shut up.” “Shut up.” ”Aka-“