A/N: Four down, three more to go! Since the introduction of this fic can be quite misleading, please have in mind that this is a (grown up) ShinShi fic, please under no circumstance picture them CoAi (yikes!).

Prompt 1: Disguise for CoAi Week day 4.

Prompt 2: "I'm sorry that I got way too into playing house and accidentally kissed you passionately." from the ridiculous sentence prompts on tumblr.

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Only fools

(do what I do)

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She doesn't know how they end up like this— awkwardly crammed together inside of Ayumi's too small princess castle tent, playing mom and dad while drinking jasmine tea from a Barbie tea set.

But it doesn't really matter right now, as more pressing issues are on the top of her head. For instance: Shinichi's lips roughly pressing against her own and the scorching-hot touch of his hands branding her skin as his belonging. The heat of his demanding kisses engulfs her in the sweetest stupor, taking her breath away and making her anew. Her heart is no longer trapped on her ribcage— he holds it tightly between his fingers, playing its strings at the rhythm of his own heartbeat.

And she lets him.

—Because that's what fools do—

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"Shin-nii, Shiho-nee! We're out of green tea mochis!" The door bursts open, and Ayumi hurries inside the room, "Would you like to have black sesame flavor inst— eh!?" A loud gasp comes out of the little girl's lips, distressed at the sight of them, "Were you two fighting again!?"

"No!"

"Yes!"

The detective and the strawberry blonde scientist speak in unison, then proceed to glare at each other. Ayumi frowns, hands on her hips.

"Don't lie to me! Your faces are sooo red! " She stomps her little foot in a tantrum, her cheeks puffing into a pout. The expression on her face seems way too serious for her young age, "You two need to learn how to get along! We're all friends, remember? You promised!"

"Yes, Ayumi-chan."

"Sorry, Ayumi-chan."

"Honestly!" Ayumi sighs, but soon her expression softens, "I'm going to bring the mochis, and Mitsuhiko-kun and Genta-kun are arriving soon too, so please behave for ten more minutes!"

"Hai, hai."

With a resigned smile, the child turns on her heels and skips her way out of the room, closing the door behind her.

As soon a she's out of sight, Shiho elbows Shinichi in the ribs, "What the hell was that?"

"Ack," He winces at the stabbing pain on his left side, "I panicked, okay!?"

"Then maybe you shouldn't do that kind of stuff again! In a child's room, at that!"

"Listen, I'm sorry that I got way too into playing house and accidentally kissed you passionately."

She takes a deep breath before shooting him a pointed look.

"'Passionately?'" Shiho snorts, eyebrow raising, "Was it now? Gee. I couldn't tell."

Shinichi's eyes narrow, his face adorned with the most devious lopsided smile.

"Hmm... Is that a challenge?"

She rolls her eyes, yet can't help her lips from curling into an treacherous smile, "You're pushing your luck, Kudo."

Shinichi throws a swift glance at the door.

"Did Ayumi-chan just mention we have ten more minutes?"

"Kudo-kun—"

But he's already leaning over to her, their shoulders brushing as he closes the distance between them. The warmth of his hand cups her cheek to bring her face closer, his drunken eyes locking into her bewildered gaze. Shinichi's lips part ever-so-slightly to whisper against hers.

"Shiho—"

With one last smile, he leans in to kiss her.

She lets him.

(She always does.)

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A/N: I've been called out in many occasions for having her still call him Kudo-kun even when they are dating. Just so you know that it's not a typo or a faux pass. I just am in love with the way it sounds in the anime, and if you must know, I call my own husband "Mr. (last name)" as an endearment, all day, every day. So there's that.

Reviews are extremely appreciated.