Life, Her Hell that Holds Love
Word Count: 1380
A/N: Beneath Your Beautiful is a song performed by Labrinth featuring Emili Sunde. It's beautiful and you can definitely relate to this chapter.
Also, I'm making this love scene very emotional instead of very erotic. Hope you can feel what's between Haibara and Shinichi. I'd love to hear feedback from you all.
Characters: Haibara Ai, Kudo Shinichi, Mouri Ran (be prepared...)
Chapter 3: Beneath Your Beautiful
"You've carried on so long; you couldn't stop if you tried it. You've built your wall so high that no one could climb it. But I'm gonna try," Shinichi whispers into my ear. I'm shivering to his words and the emotions beneath. I know I have no reason to resist, because there's a voice in my heart crying for him every time he turns to the other girl.
The man is pressing his lips on my neck, so full of passion. "You are drunk," I try once more, though reluctantly, to persuade him to let go of me. Part of me doubt if he really wants me, or it's just the alcohol that makes him so.
"Maybe," unwillingly, he pulls his lips away from my neck, which makes me disappoint a little deep inside my meager heart, "but would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight?" Instead of waiting for my reply, as if not expecting any, he promptly sucks my mouth with his.
I can resist no more. Without the effect from the alcohols, I have no excuse to commit such a crime, none but my temptation. I instantly feel myself dirty, doing such a thing that will surely hurt Ran, who had treated me like her sister, but I can't hold back any more.
One of his hands holds my waist tight, his other hand, originally caressing my hair, now moves all the way down to my chests. He squeezes one of my breasts, fulfilling his enjoyment, as well as mine. I let out a soft moan without even knowing it when he moves his thumb on my nipple, rough at every possible direction, and I feel it hardens.
My ego has gone to nowhere, with Shinichi taking over my body. I cuddle around his shoulders, fearing that I may fall any minute, as my legs are weakened by every of his movement. It's funny that I thought he's the one who is drunk, but now he's the one who is able to stand still and hold me firmly.
With the lights off, I can barely see his features. I let my eyes closed, knowing I'd be safe and sound in him. The feeling of making love with him is definitely a whole new level of pleasure. No one had ever made me feel this way, no one but him, only him.
I gasp out of excitement when I feel his fingers pressing, rubbing, and entering the area between my legs. I feel a rush of wetness from where he's playing with. Losing my self-control bit by bit, I moan, and with my eyes forced open due to the sensation, I see him grinning satisfyingly.
"Are you just going to take without giving, little greedy?" he says, sounding flirtatious without even trying to sound that way. I look into his eyes; in the moonlight, they give out a vulgar glow gently. I smile, softly pushing my man to lean against the wall without a word.
He seems to be surprised seeing me kneel down in front of him. With the tips of my fingers I tickle his swelling cock, he groans manly, with his cock standing now. I hesitate a little, before I use my tongue to resume doing what my fingers are, worrying if he doesn't like the idea of me doing this.
In fact, his moan grows deeper, in a lower pitch, and he's placing his hands against the wall so that he doesn't fall. I mouth his erecting penis, sucking it, and stop when I feel he's about to come. In my kneeling position, I can see, in the dim moonlight, he is disappointed.
"Save that," I smirk, "use it on the bed."
"Hah, who says we're using the bed?" he sneers mischievously. I glance to the bed, gaining a wider smile on my face to know we're going harsh tonight.
He pulls me up from the floor, leans me against the wall. The wetness is spreading between my legs. He sucks my nipple gluttonously with one of him hand squeezing my hips and the other runs freely on my back.
Each touch he makes triggers my temptation and I can feel the liquid dripping from my vagina. I chuckle softly, out of the pleasure and love he makes me feel, encourage him to go further. My nails are drawing furious red lines on his back while my eyes are closed.
In the dark, I feel him entering me. The hardness he has hurts a little at first, but relieved soon with my groin gets wetter. It's magical how he unleashes the other self of me when our souls meet.
He trusts harder in me, forcing my hips to jerk backward involuntarily. Like how my back leaves no space against the wall, my breasts are pressing against his chest, where friction is unavoidable, and neither of us wants to avoid it.
My head is spinning, my thoughts are running, my mind goes blank, my heart keeps pounding fast. I gasp. I moan. I shout. Each action becomes more intense as he goes rougher on me, I don't mind to seem vulnerable, because I know he's right here to protect me.
He finally releases himself in me. We embrace each other, searching for support, searching for comfort. Our lips meet, our tongues twist, kissing the other self of us with burning, bursting passion.
Our kiss is out of pure love, not just silly sentiment, that moment, I know. Though our bodies are shivering and our legs are shaking, we can't leave each other's body.
At last, we collapse to the floor, me in his arms. Every breathe we have is so heavy, so intense. I feel his warm, moist breathe on the skin behind my ear, and his heart that beats violently beneath his chest.
If I am to die now, I wouldn't mind. I already have the most wonderful experience that I dare not to dream of...
I think I'm carried to the bed in his sturdy arms, I'm not really sure. All I can be sure of is that in his warmth, I fall asleep soundly, better than any night I had since born.
We'll be falling, falling... But that's okay, because he'll be right here.
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I wake up to just to see, out of all of the faces he's the one next to me. I beam faintly looking at his sleeping face. I feel certain pressure on my breasts, I turn to check and see nothing but his arm on me.
It feels like I'm the happiest woman right now, being with my loved one and seeing him sleeping tranquilly hugging me. I plant a soft kiss on his lips; surprisingly, he flinches, awakes, grins and kisses me back.
"What sort of magic you hold beneath that makes me give you my first unconditionally?" he smirks genuinely. I am a little shocked by his words, and then I recall the Ran I know, innocent and pure. Surely she's not a girl like me, she would like to keep her first until married.
I sigh, looking in his sapphire eyes, "What are you going to do now?" Whatever answer that is going to come out of his kissable lips, I know I'm going to be both relieved and sorry.
"I," he pauses, seeming to consider the phrases that will cause least harm to both parties, Ran and me, "I will talk to her. I need to make her understand that to me, she's just like a sister, my best friend. You are the one whom I really love, whom I would want to spend the rest of my life with."
"Shinichi..." I call his name, feeling content just to be able to call him like this. He beams at my silly expression, and gives me another long, provoking kiss.
As our selves linger, I sense a weird, bad feeling in me. That kind of feeling is only possible around...
"Ran?" Shinichi, facing the door, exclaims as he hears the sobs and sees the figure. I turn around, to see no one but Ran standing at the door, sobbing to what she sees.
"Ran-san?" I can't believe my eyes. That worst possible kind of feeling is rising from my stomach, engulfing me slowly.