It was calm and quiet in the darkness of what had been her room. Shadows spilled across the walls and furniture, painting it all in shades of murky light. The air was still, with not even a breeze to stir much of anything. About the only sign of life came from the figure lying on the bed, softly breathing with the relaxation of sleep.
And Akane continued to sit there, with her hands in her lap, just as Ranma had left her.
Oh, she knew that she would have once been uncomfortable to sit in one position for so long. She didn't even have to look far to see that it was the wee hours of the morning, at least, if she'd bothered to do so. Yet, in giving herself to the boy that she'd wanted so much to be with, it had been done so that she didn't even question when he had her do something the old her would have complained about.
But then the living doll understood that such a situation had come up from whatever the toymaker had done with her. His alterations had made her comfortable with a lot that would have irritated her before, and that alone was nice to have. Now she didn't have to worry about keeping herself still, or being anxious about closed in spaces. Heck, her owner could keep her in a suitcase for a long flight, and she'd be ready to play with once he decided to unpack.
As she stayed there sitting on the desk chair, she kept her hands on her her lap, and her lap, letting her feel the fabric of her short skirt. Wearing that garment alone might have made her feel anxious and a bit exposed, but now she enjoyed how attractive it made her seem. The air in the room rested upon the exposed flesh that the thighhighs and the skirt didn't cover, but she didn't mind it being in the reach of the boy on the bed.
After all, her body belonged to him... though how good the sex had been had felt wonderful. Perhaps part of it was the freeing of herself from her self imposed 'taboos', or the increased sensitivity and desire that the dollmaker had put into her. However, she did think that a lot of it had to do with finally being with the boy that she could now admit that she'd wanted.
Of course, that didn't mean that she was just going to jump to other people, even as a doll now. Just thinking about 'Uncle' Genma trying to push his way into things did annoy her, and she wanted to smack him upside the head. Sitting in the encompassing darkness, she realized that others would want to play with her, and as she thought about it, she knew that she wouldn't just let them take her.
No, that was the purview of Ranma Saotome, and he was the only one who could use her however he wanted to. She was his doll, and would wait for him to want something before doing something. If someone else was going to play with her, they were going to have to wait until he gave permission.
The thing was though that she wasn't exactly tired. At most, she was bored, as he wasn't able to play with her right then, and he hadn't told her to go to sleep. Yet, she also didn't have any urge to get up and do anything, even though he likely wouldn't know. All that she wanted to do was to sit there, and... didn't feel at all put out that she had do.
Instead, she just let her mind wander, focusing on nothing much at all. It was a quiet time that didn't need much thought at all, and given that she'd solidly settled herself, there wasn't much in the way of choice to be had. Maybe her owner would want to share her with whichever remaining romantic interest that he chose to be his wife. That was long in the future, and something that she would accept when it came anyway. Right now though, she just let her mind flow like water, not dwelling on much. Being as she was where she wanted to be right then, all that she wanted to do was to let a small smile curve her soft lips.
Anyone seeing her would have noticed that expression... and how still her brown eyes had become. Her body stayed unmoved, with the creamy skin making her look like like a life sized figure that had been arranged on the chair. Though if one was to touch the warm skin, or really looked at the nubs on the breasts, or the cameltoe under her skirt, they would have known that this was no ordinary doll.
Akane would bear under all of this, sitting as quietly as the night around her, until her owner, Ranma, had need of her, while:
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