Sequel to Blame in on the Summer Heat. Can be a standalone, although there are some references to BIOTSH made here. If you haven't read it, context clues work, so no worries. :)
Rated M for smut.
"Shin-chan! I left brunch on the table! Don't forget to eat!"
Yukiko's energetic voice boomed the wide expanse of the Kudo mansion. From Shinichi's bedroom, he heard the front door click and the faint sound of footsteps exiting the front porch. He yawned, sat straight up, and checked the window just in time to see a car leaving their tall steel gate, turning right and speeding off.
Scratching his open belly lazily, Shinichi turned his attention to his digital clock. Sunday, 10:24 am. Was it already that late?
The detective slumped back to bed, but without any resolve of going back to sleep. He just stared at the ceiling as if it was interesting, hands cushioning his head and eyes blank, dark circles underneath them. It was a weekend; he just woke up yet he was already tired. What did he expect, he reflected, recalling that for the past nights he had chosen to stay up late to think think think, rather than force himself to count sheep and drift to sweet slumber, like his usual habit.
His mind was groggy, exhausted, and in constant replay of one certain incident he had trouble sorting out. It was not of a baffling murder mystery, or of haunting image of a crime scene. It was much worse.
A bad case of a Ran hangover.
Pinching the space between his brows and closing his eyes in frustration, he let out a huge sigh of surrender. Here I go again.
It happened four days ago. In the school library. Him all over and against her, by the shelves, his memories vivid of her breath skimming his cheeks, hot and very much wanted.
For the past days, that incident had not been letting him sleep soundly at night more than any case ever could. As his eyes remained closed, he recalled every possible detail his five senses could store. Their erratic heartbeat drumming against each other's chest; the disheveled uniform, and hair, and undershirt; the warm, smooth skin beneath his unrestrained fingers; her reddened cheeks; the humid temperature circulating in the space between them; everything. But what he remembered the most were the kisses. Oh dear they weren't innocent. They were sweltering. With matching hand movements. And suggestive sounds.
It was basically a first base, border lining second, had they not been interrupted by Sonoko.
He felt stiffness in his lower body and his pajama pants became uncomfortable. Great. Really great.
He groaned and reluctantly pushed himself out of bed, deciding that a quick shower might help let off steam. It did help, a little bit, but his mind was so powerful that everytime he became quiet, even for just a friggin' nanosecond, it would automatically drift back to that. He couldn't believe himself. What was with him? Was this hangover really that bad?
Yet he couldn't help but wonder. The moment was too short, too short indeed, and now he had no darn clue if that good feeling would ever happen again, god he wished it would, but he was just awkward and nervous and shy, and opportunities like that rarely presented itself; he thought that maybe they were just lucky that the odds were in their favor that Wednesday afternoon. The season, the time, the seclusion, the spot, the pent-up tension – as if all lined up conveniently by the gods for them to take advantage of, for they were all probably getting impatient. Over what? Over the slow-burn action between the two? But they already kissed, right? Just not with tongue? Oh god, his face contorted at the thought. He had to blame the gods and the summer heat for that moment. And perhaps, thank them, too. He didn't know. He couldn't figure out.
He sat still in the kitchen, spacing out as he munched on the toasted PB&J Yukiko prepared for him. This is his fourth time spacing out and it wasn't even noon yet. He cussed, lecturing himself that if he had to space out, he had to do it now, before his visitors arrived.
He returned to his room and sat on the edge of his bed. All this spacing out was very unlike him, but he couldn't help it. He didn't know what to do with this, how should he call it, awakening, after seeing her responses to his touches. She liked it, he was pretty sure she liked it, but could he ever really 100% conclude that? They never really got the opportunity to talk about it because first, Sonoko was always with Ran in school, and second, he didn't actually know how to bring it up to her without sounding awkward, or desperate, or crazy. He knew that they were already dating so talking about it shouldn't be a problem, but even so he still felt so nervous and he couldn't explain why.
He baited his breath and closed his eyes, getting lost in thought, for the nth time. His mind panned to Ran's angelic face. He knew he doesn't suck at body language – it's a skill he had learned to master in detective work – but with her it was sometimes hard to tell. A great deal of his progress with her was not because he acted with resolve knowing fairly well how she'd react, but because he took risks despite being uncertain as hell. Though from what happened last time he could certainly attest that he did not dream those strong indications of reciprocation – those pleased sighs, the feel of her soft inviting lips against his, her creamy skin melting under his touch, and that precious smile and eye contact they shared before leaving the library. Surely they couldn't be a dream. He knew because they were on replay in his head for four consecutive days now. They couldn't possibly be made up. If they were he'd freaking shoot himself.
And now he couldn't fully explain why, why he was left so undone and stuck with these unbearable thoughts of holding her close, running his hand on her hair, grazing his tongue on her lips, and more.
He 'tch'-ed under his breath, petrified by the ramblings of his brain. Dwelling on these kinds of thoughts were uncharacteristically him all right. Even so, for the past few days, he was trying his best to fight this hormonal Shinichi's urges. And it greatly helped that he and she hadn't been stuck alone together since then, afraid that once that happened, she would trigger a switch in him and he would finish whatever unfinished business they had willingly started.
A loud knock rapped on his front door. That must be them, he thought. He quickly put on his blue overcoat over his white v-neck shirt, and some comfy house pants, just enough to be presentable, before scrambling to his feet and making his way downstairs, expecting to see his three usual visitors outside.
But he was surprised to see just…her. The subject of his ungodly thoughts a minute ago.
Ran.
"Where's Sonoko and Sera?" he asked.
"Sera called in sick this morning, and Sonoko couldn't come at the last minute because her parents wanted her to join them in welcoming her dad's business partner who had just arrived in Japan…" She explained, her voice wavering as she spoke.
It was summer but he thought he felt a cold gush of wind swift through his spine.
Oh dear.
Oh dear oh dear oh dear oh dear.
That means –
The palm holding the door open for Ran became sweaty. Both of them stood there frozen for a second before he shifted his gaze to the plants on his left.
It didn't take long until he found the need to say something.
"Th-That's bad."
It was supposed to be "That's too bad", but he missed the 'too' and now he sounded like he was peeved. But he wasn't; it was far from that. Saying "That's too bad" as his supposed line wasn't even a good one either. He thought of saying "Oh no" or "Oh my god we'll be alone" but that would be much awkward and worse.
That, and the allowable margin of time was too brief for his short-circuiting brain to even think of the most appropriate reply. Panic was taking a toll on him, and he wished he would've just shut up.
But when he saw how her eyes met his questioningly, eyebrows knitted together, he was reminded of how careless he could be with his words sometimes.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know they couldn't come at the last minute. Maybe it's better to just help you some other time, perhaps when they're both here?" her voice was soft but he was certain that she was thwarted.
"No Ran-! It's fine... It's fine, it's just –"
It's just that we're going to be alone.
He was trying his darnedest to sound as composed as possible, but he was failing hard. In Ran's eyes, there was absolutely no reason for him to get jittery. But for the few moments he attempted to redirect his gaze at the girl in front of him, she would do the same in all her innocent glory and then he'd find it difficult to sustain their eye contact for longer than a millisecond.
Is it all just me? He monologued, recalling his incoherent thoughts earlier about finding Ran difficult to deduce. His detective brain started weighing all the facts – she stood there, composed, with that puzzled look on her face, but she blinked at a rate faster than normal, hands clutching her satchel tightly, and her eyes if not directed at him, were directed at her feet. But still, she could hold his gaze most of the time; it was he who couldn't.
And so he didn't have to mess this up. No need to overthink. For all he knew, Ran may have even forgotten about that.
He coughed his nervousness away, mustering all the necessary courage to fend off the reasons behind his anxiousness, which he concluded as more imagined than real.
"Nevermind that. Please do come in, Ran." He smiled at her, widening the door gap to let her pass.
Ran huffed out a breath, returned his smile, and stepped in. "Excuse me."
Shinichi closed the front door and Ran heard it click behind her. Shinichi tucked his hands in the pockets of his shorts to calm his nerves. The Kudo mansion emitted such loud silence before Ran broke it off.
"It's awfully quiet here. Where's Yukiko-san? Your parents?"
"My mom went out to meet with her actress friends, and I think my dad joined her," Shinichi replied as coolly as he could.
He wasn't sure but he thought he saw Ran jolt.
"Ohhh." She muttered. Her feet began to dance awkwardly with each other on the floor, gaze curving from the ceiling to the kitchen entrance. More silence echoed in the spacious hall.
He did remember telling Ran on the phone last night that his parents probably wouldn't be around by the time she, Sonoko, and Sera arrived at his house. That wasn't really an important detail. Although seeing her right now made him think that maybe it was. She may have been expecting his parents to be with them as they study, not the whole time but just to occasionally drop by the room and give them refreshments like how Yukiko always did when his classmates were around. But his parents were gone and so were their friends, and it's possible that she belatedly realized this fact. There was not a single soul in that mansion. Except for him and her.
His heart and last remaining brain cells started acting up again.
She had always visited him in his mansion and for thirteen years he never had any qualms about it. But of course, today felt different because, well. They were alone together. For the first time since their last contact. Their last contact being against each other's faces, tenderly making out–-
"Shit," he silently cursed under his breath.
Ran was fidgeting, eyes still laid on the kitchen entrance. From her reaction, he presumed she shared the same nervous thoughts as his, too. Now he believed that his earlier inhibitions were absolutely nothing of imagined but everything of real. He had to think of ways to turn this vibe around.
"…Should we start working on the remaining exercise then?" he spoke, disrupting her out of her trance.
"Ah! You're right! Sorry!" she exclaimed, embarrassed.
Ran's eyes travelled the interior of his house to look for the best area to place their study materials. She examined the living room. The center table was mostly occupied by several books and magazines and expensive vases, and the end table was too small for their stuff, so nope. The library? Shinichi would just get distracted by mystery novels. The kitchen? Definitely nope.
She directed her eyes to the second floor. Her eyes scanned the corridor, following where it led towards the door to his bedroom at the far end. That was where they would study every time she stayed over. But the thought of studying there today gave her unnecessary apprehension, which she found very strange. There was a nagging voice at the back of her mind telling her to just. Do it. But it wasn't that she wouldn't; she couldn't. With just the two of them alone. She winced.
Why is my heart beating so fast? It's just Shinichi. My childhood friend, my – she shuddered, unable to hide a blush – boyfriend. Already my boyfriend! And we'll be in his room, oh my god –
"Ran."
The startled woman casted her eyes at Shinichi, who still had his hands in his pockets and was looking everywhere but her.
"What about we do it in the… terrace?"
Her eyes widened.
Do what now?
Oh right.
The exercises.
She mentally cursed at herself for even having the nerve to think of something else.
But in the terrace? Why there?
Wait. The terrace. Yes. An open space. With a big barbecue bench. That may work.
It was a very weird and inconvenient place to study, but Ran, in her panicky state, took his suggestion.
The heat was unforgiving. Summer was at its peak and it was a stupid idea for them to stay on the patio exposed to the burning rays of the sun unless they really wanted to torture themselves. The wind was warm, their seats were warm, heck, even their notebooks and pens were warm. But for some reason, both of them mutually agreed that they wanted to stay there. As long as it's outside the house, not inside, not somewhere enclosed, or private. The avoidance gaming was real.
"I should make us some lemonade, Shinichi. Just wait here and finish the Chemistry exercises, okay?" Ran rose from her seat. She paced to the door, and just like that his eyes snapped to the sway of her hips as her fleeting figure disappeared into the house, taking a mental image of her right before she vanished from view.
This time, she was no longer in her school uniform. She wore a skirt a few inches above her knees, and a thin, rust-colored cardigan covered her off-white sleeveless blouse. He knew Ran as not the type to wear make-up, but he noticed that her lips today were glossier. Must be some new balm she and Sonoko bought. Though she had a scrunchie on her wrist, he thought it ridiculous why she wasn't using it to tie her hair into a high ponytail to help dispel the heat at the very least. But aside from that, he was curious on how she'd look like too, with her hair up, outside karate training. He already saw her like that once, when she wore her beautiful midnight blue yukata during last year's summer festival. And man was she a beauty. Maybe he'd like to see her tied up like that again – her hair tied up like that again. What?
How horrible. He gave his cheek a light slap, hoping that the physical denunciation would reach his stammering brain. You're supposed to be marveling at her beauty, not at some deep dark pent-up fantasy that's never going to happen.
After a few minutes, Ran returned with a tray of two glasses and a pitcher of lemonade, its clattering sound as it was placed on the table serving as his ticket back to earth. How embarrassing would it be had Ran discovered that he was actually checking her out silently in his own mind. Good thing he wasn't the kind who says his thoughts aloud, and in that way Ran could perhaps assume that his unspoken frustration was due to the Chemistry problems in front of him or at the scorching heat that was making him and her sweat profusely.
"Are you done with Chemistry, Shinichi?" Ran inquired, while she poured some lemonade into the two glasses.
"A-almost. After this, what will I answer next?" The sweat-dropping teenager reinstated his attention to the last two problem sets of the Chemistry textbook.
"Math. I've already marked the pages for you." Ran brought out the thick Math textbook from her satchel, scooted to Shinichi, and placed the book beside him.
The ice on their lemonade melted faster than how Shinichi could answer all the Chemistry problems. Not even a glass of lemonade was enough to refresh them both and Ran had to make a second round to the kitchen. They should be regretting their decision, staying outside tolerating the scorching heat, but both of them remained unyielding. It seemed that they'd rather endure this inferno than stay inside for some god-forsaken reason. They must have thought that they outsmarted themselves by staying where they were, but no, such would definitely not work to their advantage, and they'd understand why, soon.
-o-
Shortly, Shinichi finished all the exercises for Chemistry. The couple continued to talk idly as Shinichi helped himself with the Math problems. He was relieved that the rest of their conversation flowed naturally, as both of them opened several topics mostly related to school. They talked about life updates on their classmates, their teachers that they always made fun of, and Ran's karate training sessions. Before they knew it, the tense atmosphere lapsed into a comfortable, wholesome one, with him back to teasing her with his corny jokes and the latter responding with jibes on his shoulder here and there.
It wasn't long either before Shinichi finished answering everything for Math.
"Are we almost done?" he stood up for a bit and stretched his arms to the air.
"You still have one last subject, English. Then after that you're finally on summer break!" Ran quipped happily.
Shinichi smiled, finding her giddiness so lovely. He owed it to her for being so encouraging and supportive. As far as he was concerned, Ran had always acted one step ahead, even having to plot his schedule and photocopy the notes she believed he'd need upon his return. He didn't ask for them – the hell he'd mind if he missed anything in school. But even so Ran did all she could to help him catch up. That goes to show how much she cared, and he just couldn't help but appreciate her so much, even though he knew he didn't deserve all the help she was giving him. School was the least of his concerns, but with Ran very worried, that was enough to convince himself to pay due diligence to his school affairs.
Shinichi sat down and began answering his last assignment. The questions were too easy; he could answer them in less than five minutes. But since he wanted to buy more time for her to stay around a bit longer, he decided to make it twenty.
He was ready to start a new conversation when he noticed from his periphery Ran silently staring at him for quite some time now. He paused his writing and slowly turned to meet her eyes.
"Hey. You're staring."
His deep voice startled her, and she immediately leaned away.
"S-sorry! I didn't mean to creep you out."
He chuckled lightly, marveling at her adorableness.
"Hold still. There's something on your face."
He brushed away a few strands of hair sticking on her brows and casually tucked them behind her ear. Ran blushed.
Shinichi, at that moment, was feeling more comfortable than ever, his awkwardness long gone and already back to being his usual confident self. His goal now was just to make Ran feel the same. She was still jumpy and fidgety beside him, and the last thing he would like to happen was for her to feel ill at ease being left alone with him like this. But he understood her position because he had been there earlier. Unlike that morning, everything was now in control, including himself and his thoughts. He knew himself well enough and his mother raised him a gentleman. Although he had already acknowledged that he had a very strong physical and, er, sexual attraction to Ran, he would never, ever act on them without her permission. Impulses be damned. Only a sick pervert would let loose. He wasn't a sick pervert. A pervert, perhaps a liiiiittle bit, but definitely not a sick one.
But he realized that the first step in removing her unease was the need to address the lingering elephant in the room. They need to talk about it. And he found the best time to be now. The only way out is in.
He leaned back and relaxed his shoulders, angling his gaze up.
"Say, Ran. When did you learn to kiss like that?"
Okay. That line definitely sounded better in his head.
"Wh—what?!" Ran almost coughed out the lemonade she had been drinking all over his notes.
"Mhm. You know what I'm talking about." He peered at her, eyelids half rimming. Despite the faint blush on his cheeks, Shinichi squared his shoulders, trying his best not to make his confident composure falter. If he wanted Ran to feel comfortable, he should initiate projecting the aura of being comfortable first.
Ran nervously twirled a finger around a lock of hair, avoiding his eyes. The silence went on longer than he expected and Shinichi felt rather anxious. But then he sighed in relief when he heard her tongue click.
"I-I don't know… Is it really something that we learn? Don't people just do it naturally?"
He didn't reply immediately, prompting Ran to press further.
"Why did you ask, Shinichi?" her body swiveled to him, resting her chin on her palm. Great, she was open to discussing it.
"Well, for a start, it felt— good."
He prevented himself from stuttering as he said that line, and continued.
"…so I just thought that maybe you were learning yourself, maybe from your dad's cosmo magazines or something?"
Ran cringed, face turning as red as tomato.
"Ba-baka ne! Of course not!"
Shinichi laughed and Ran just pouted angrily.
"What about you though?! It seemed you already knew what you were doing despite it being your first."
"But was it my first?"
"You're joking."
"I'm not."
"No." She felt herself tick. That wasn't his first? So her suspicions of him being with older women while he was gone were actually true? And he didn't tell her? The nerve!
Her face flushed, almost making her slam her fists on the table but before she could do that Shinichi stopped her hands with his and he chuckled heartily beside her appalled face.
"Ran! Chill. I didn't hook up with some older woman if that's what you're thinking."
Look at this annoying detective, grimacing at her like he had just read her mind. It just pissed her off further.
"I mean c'mon. Of course that wasn't my first. We already kissed before that, remember?"
Ran's curled fists relaxed in his hands. She hated how that smile calmed her down so easily. She somehow felt abashed at how quick she jumped to her conclusions. They had talked about her funny suspicions of his disappearance before. Why was she still thinking of those bizarre theories? It bothered her that much, huh?
"But if you're referring to more than just lip-kisses, then yes that was my first."
Her heart throbbed, his words catching her attention.
"And I liked it very much."
Huh. It was ridiculous how Ran's mood quickly transitioned from fuming mad to being stupidly flushed. Where was Shinichi getting all this boldness?
"That's why I was wondering where you learned to kiss like that because I was really surprised, Ran. You weren't acting like a novice at all…"
"Quit it Shinichi! Mou, this is so embarrassing!" Her one hand slapped his arm lightly while the other covered her face in shame.
He decided to tease her more, continuing with his fake assumptions.
"Or, could it be—that you're practicing with someone else?" he shot her a half-lidded glare. Yet all of a sudden Okita's and Araide-sensei's images flashed before him; it caught him by surprise and made him want to take his question back. Funny that his query only legitimately bothered him more than her.
"Are you crazy? I wouldn't kiss like that if it's with someone I don't love!"
That was when Shinichi stalled. Damn. She used the L word.
A weakness.
The blush on his cheeks slightly became a healthy shade of red, but he struggled to ignore them. Shinichi still stared at her menacingly, teasing her even further.
"Mm? So are you saying that if it's with someone you do not love, you will still do it, just not like that?"
"No! That's not it! I-"
She paused. She knew that he knew she'd react like this with his pestering, but she still couldn't prevent herself from being flustered. One second she was looking into his eyes and the other second she couldn't anymore, out of sheer embarrassment.
"I wouldn't think of kissing anyone else other than Shinichi. Ever."
She wasn't even trying but unbeknownst to her she just rendered a critical hit. Because god. That reply almost sent him to a coma.
Why does this woman have to be so freaking honest?
In what appeared to be a desperate attempt to save himself from doing something reckless, he closed his eyes, pursed his lips and stifled a laughter that sounded like a cough. Ran, scrunching her eyebrow, looked at him innocently, waiting for him to speak. Shinichi placed his free hand on top of her head to ruffle her hair like a pet.
"What?" Ran puffed her cheeks.
He giggled and stared at her endearingly. "Just kidding! I didn't mean to tease you too far. You don't have to be so cute and honest like that… seriously."
Ran didn't budge. Her face remained close to him, eyes penetrating his. Her lips were plump and parched; her silky hair gorgeously thrown behind her back. Glistening sweat trailed down her forehead to her jaw.
The way she looked made him very, very tense.
It was a very dangerous distance – he had to jerk away.
"I'll uh... get back to, uh, answering this, um, textbook."
Shit shit shit. Fuck.
He held his pen once more and turned his head to the table, vigorously shaking off any tingling feeling building up inside him. Damn. They had worked so hard to assuage the tense atmosphere and now it was all coming back—with a vengeance.
Ran remained unperturbed. She was just there, still like a log, facing him, hearing his breathing, her eyes carefully observing the features of his face as if he was some masterpiece she was inexplicably drawn to. It drove him crazy.
And like a malfunctioning machine, he kept on rereading one sentence in the textbook but no matter how hard he tried it didn't make sense. He felt like he was being pushed to the edge with that doe-like eyes staring right at his soul and it made him rather conscious, so small and vulnerable. And thrilled for some reason. His cheeks flared up, pulse quickening against his will. Where was the calm and collected Shinichi again?
Wanting to put an end to this –whatever emotion it was that was vexing him, he decided to face her one more time.
"Hey Ran I don't know about you but I think you've stared long enou–"
"Shinichi."
Oh no.
Shinichi's eyes were blown wide by the sight that awaited him. He hadn't even finished his sentence. But one last look into her amethyst orbs and there he saw everything he denied but had honestly wanted and hoped to see. That familiar look of love and…more? It couldn't be but it was. There was more. Desire. Need. The same as his as they morphed into their final form. Her eyes manifested her answer to whatever unspoken questions, whatever unconfirmed assumptions he had vehemently kept buried in his subconscious. There wasn't meant to be an answer and he hadn't intended to pry it from her. But her gaze on its own gave it to him, generously, without any restraint.
Stop. He needed for her to stop doing that. Fucking him over with her goddamn expressive eyes.
Because now he was drowning deep, and he could no longer breathe. There was no time to think.
No time. To think.
With a sudden, forceful motion, the hand which was once holding a pen made its way to the curve of a slender waist, while two impatient hands cupped the base of a skull. Lips collided with each other like crashing cars. Two heads had shut down all forms of logic, and what was being avoided in the first place had just commenced, right here and right now.
A silent muffle escaped her the moment her lips came in contact with his. Their lips made short smacking sounds against each other, as he tightened his hold on her waist and his other hand nestled under her ear. In the second that Ran opened her mouth, Shinichi swiftly slid his tongue in, allowing himself to taste her all over again, just like how he did in their recluse in the school library. Involuntarily, she tilted her head to the right to give him a much better angle as his tongue explored her mouth.
Shinichi was about to deepen their kiss when Ran suddenly parted away, leaving a few centimeters of distance between their huddled bodies.
"Shinichi, wait! J-Just – wait, my heart – I…" Ran heaved intensely.
Her irregular breathing made it difficult for her to even speak. Instead, she just reached for Shinichi's hand on her neck, dragged it to her chest, and let it settle there.
She wanted Shinichi to feel it. Her beating heart. His effect on her.
She wanted Shinichi to hear for himself what he was doing to her.
Hearing and feeling Ran's heartbeat – with his hand positioned in a comfortable slot between her breasts – made Shinichi's own heart rate increase tenfold.
He closed his eyes and took his time to exhale slowly, attempting to salvage the remaining sanity left in him. He paid attention to the up and down beats of her chest, her erratic breath escaping from her parted lips, fanning his skin and sending shivers down his spine. He swore that if Ran were to make any more unexpected gesture or remark on him, not just his mind, but his whole body, would shut down.
He gently removed the hold of Ran's other hand on his face and carefully placed it over his heart, her dazed eyes following her hand's movement.
"Listen to mine too, Ran."
Shinichi watched her eyes widen to the loud thumping of his heart. It was as fast as hers. Their overlapping heartbeats resonated in the open space that was the patio, Ran letting herself relish the overwhelming emotions taking over her. The heat that was pervading the terrace travelled through her body – she clutched his chest and closed her eyes, her breathing unsteady and quivering; she was containing herself so much because if not, she would burst.
The hand resting on Ran's chest slid up to her chin and tilted her head up, bringing his forehead in contact with hers.
"Can you feel it?"
She nodded slowly, her irregular breathing still evident.
Shinichi gave her a few seconds to relax, paying little heed to his heart threatening to jump out of his ribcage. When Shinichi noticed that she had somehow calmed herself down, Ran gazed at Shinichi's eyes once more, wistfulness still remaining therein.
"I want to kiss you… again."
Mind turned blank and heart went ablaze.
Ugh. Stop Ran! Stop, stop stop -
Too late.
Without a second to spare, he yanked her close, lips obligingly reclaiming hers. Not even the heat nor the outside environment could stop him now from doing so. She had now successfully taken over him. Ran being Ran was just... something he couldn't deal with. It's different when it's her. He had known her to be so pure, so naive, and surely her request earlier was brought about by her innocent budding curiosity but for him, the possibilities were endless. It could lead to a lot of things. Ran said she wanted to kiss him again. Again! Being close to her was already enough; what more everytime they lip lock? Did she even realize that every word she said mattered so much? That they could make or break him? That her words would most likely be the key to bring their relationship to a deeper, more intimate level? And he – they were eagerly, shamelessly, going with the flow. They embraced each other mindlessly, kissed each other passionately, let their tongues wander carelessly.
Like how they did four days ago, but this time, without any interruptions.
Ran thought she had already relaxed, but Shinichi's abysmal kiss brought her back to dreamland. His lips worked like a drug; she felt like she was on top of the world and she wasn't afraid to fall. Ran's hand on his chest climbed up to the back of his head, burying it in his hair. He kissed her harder, and Ran couldn't prevent a sound from escaping her lips.
Just as she thought a kiss with Shinichi couldn't get any better, she realized that it could. Her hazy mind recalled the sensation she experienced four days ago. What she felt when Shinichi's fingers made contact with her flesh in the library sent her a different kind of feeling. She wanted to feel that again, now. She wanted his hand under her clothes. She wanted his lips to be in contact with her flesh. She wanted so much more.
She wasn't asking for too much, was she?
It's as if Shinichi read her mind because a minute later his hand fumbled its way inside the back of her blouse. He slowly started running his fingers up her spine, making her grasp on his hair tighter. She couldn't believe it. This was really happening.
His gentle touches were sending her, while her sharp, labored breathing was sending him. The sweat on her back was the least of his concerns, but it made him break their long kisses into shorter ones to give him the opportunity to speak.
"My room… There's an air conditioner in my room. We – we can… transfer there, if you like."
It didn't even occur to him how pretty stupid it was that he suggested the terrace as their study place and then suggest that they go inside his house. But then again, he sort of already conceded that today was not the day for him to be thinking as rationally as usual. He made himself clear nonetheless.
"Only if you like, Ran."
Her momentary hesitation made Shinichi conclude that his suggestion might be too much for her. He was ready to take it back. But there was something about the glean in her eyes that made him want to wait for her verbal response, in case he concluded wrong.
And he did conclude wrong.
"I like to."
Shinichi's pupils dilated.
"…Are you sure?"
Ran shyly nodded.
Her reticence unconvincing, he let one thumb brush her cheeks and lips, beckoning her to look at him.
"Ran, you can say no. It's okay. I won't make you do anything you don't want to. Just that maybe if I let you know I'm okay with… whatever happens after this, you might—"
Ran interrupted him.
"Shinichi. Listen, I…I've thought about it for the past few days and I can say that – that what happened in the library made me, I don't know, feel strange things about you – in a good way. And that after it ended, I missed you and I – I missed that strange feeling. And that maybe, that I'd want that to happen again. And now, it's… it's happening again. And I'm not hating it. As long as it's with Shinichi, I… I'll continue to want it."
There.
She said it.
Ran was her own agency. It might have taken her all her courage to be this straightforward, to say what she really liked, and he knew her to be honest, and that if she didn't like it she'd say it immediately. He would be breaking her heart if he would reject her when it was he who suggested his room to her in the first place. That, and she basically admitted to his face that she was attracted to him the same way he was to her. Not just in a romantic sense, but in an intimate sense, too….
Wait. Holy shit? Did Ran just officially confirm that she wanted him that way too?
Holy. Shit.
So it really wasn't just him.
It was both of them.
Shinichi could only gape and swallow air in response.
Fuck.
His attention was brought back to one of his hands still resting on the small of her back. He purposely twitched his fingers, and even with that slight movement, it made her shudder. Experimentally, he slid his hand down her spine, causing her to exhale deeply against his neck. She bit her lip and clenched hard on his chest.
These positive reactions could only mean one thing. He need not be a detective to figure that out.
He retraced her spine northwards, and about the same time, captured her lips with gusto. Her eyes fluttered to a close, lower lips puckered as he brushed his tongue against it before sliding in her mouth. A certain familiar warmth started to pool at the pit of her stomach.
They continued exchanging heated kisses, moaning and heightening each other's sensations until finally Shinichi felt his fingers reach her bra hook. He tugged on it brusquely and Ran arched her back onto him. She didn't want their lips to part yet but Shinichi had to in order to look her in the eye.
His forehead set against hers, eyes full of want, their heavy breathing as fervid and warm as the summer heat.
"Let's go to my room then."
Funny to note that just a few moments ago, she was doing all that she could to avoid getting herself into any uncontrolled situation with him, but the moment he welcomed her on his doorstep and let her in his house, all her defenses came crumbling down as easily as how she managed to convince herself to build them in the first place on the way to his house.
She knew her heart would take over once she perceived his affectionate gaze, his tainted cheeks, and his tense disposition brought about by her presence. She couldn't resist. How could she? This was her Shinichi. If she were to be honest with herself, she wouldn't think twice of denying it. She had been waiting for this. Perhaps, waiting as much as he was, ever since that fateful Wednesday afternoon.
Now she didn't have to wait any longer, as the only guy she'd ever do this with stood in front of her, shoving her roughly against the door of his air-conditioned bedroom, hands busy under her blouse, kissing her hard like there's no tomorrow.
"Mm…"
He cupped her jaw and tugged her cardigan, letting one sleeve fall down her shoulder. A hand reached for the doorknob where she heard the faint click of a lock. Her breath hitched.
"Just tell me if you want to stop."
He said with caution and in a tone not so commanding, which Ran found a little sweet because all she could think about at this point was going further and yet here he was, thinking of her welfare as they made out. She'd probably smack him teasingly on the cheek if there was just enough space for her arm to swing around, which there was none.
"Look at you, acting like the bigger person, when four days ago you were the one insisting on five minutes more," she huffed, nosing along his jaw as she inhaled the luscious scent of his neck. Maybe a little tease would do.
"First of all," he kissed her forehead, "I didn't insist. Second of all," he kissed her temple, "even if I did it's because you were…" his eyes narrowed into slits, "noisy."
"So you're saying it's my fault?"
"Nah, I couldn't hold back," he grazed her earlobe with his lips, "it's ours."
She giggled and pulled his face down to hers, attacking his lips with abandon. What followed was déjà vu, his hands on her waist, her leg hooked onto him and she felt something like a bump hitting her upper thigh. She felt free, but that didn't stop her from feeling nervous as his hand traced the outline of her hip and waist, going upwards until he reached the side of her right breast. He palmed her gently over the fabric of her bra, letting his thumb caress the imprint of a nipple and she felt her body heat up. She was prepared for this but at the same time, she wasn't, if that even made sense.
In between the tongue-to-tongue action, Shinichi occasionally observed her reactions to see if she'd want to stop, but Ran just nodded her head with his every move. He kissed her jaw and the soft spot under her ear, while the hand under her blouse cautiously slid under her bra, causing Ran to jolt and her cardigan to completely fall from her shoulders. Shinichi dragged his fingers through her hair, combing it to one side to expose her bare neck where he left acute bite marks and blotches of red on every spot he could put his mouth over. Ran's breathing intensified with the combination of his nibbles and fondles, his hand massaging her right boob and she let out a whimper, leg tightening around his waist. "Shit." He gruntled, unable to hide the feel of his discomfort down there as he ground against her hips. Claiming her lips once more, his fingers reached for her back and unhooked her bra. Ran tensed. His hands disappeared from her skin, and she would've been left hanging with the loss of physical contact if not for the fact that she felt hands on her ass seconds later, and with an upward swing, she was lifted from the ground. Her other leg automatically wrapped around his waist, hiking her skirt up.
He walked themselves to bed, downing her neck with a hundred more kisses as she held onto his shoulders securely. He laid her on his bed and it was then that she felt her stomach churn.
"Can we…drape the curtains?"
Her request startled him from her neck but he nonetheless complied. He released her for a while to pull on the translucent blinds, allowing minimal light to pass through, and the room became dim. Ran sat on the edge of the bed as he did. He seated himself beside her shortly, left shoulder brushing against right. He saw her bite her lower lip and knew right then the evident bits of unease looming over her.
"Is something wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm just – you know, nervous."
He gave her a reassuring smile, caressing her cheek with the back of his fingers. "We don't have to go all the way. Just tell me to stop if you want to stop, yeah?"
She relaxed her shoulders, returning a smile. "Yeah."
Just as he was about to dip his head onto her, she leaned away, and he almost tumbled to the floor.
"Ne, Shinichi."
"Hm?" The slightly impatient lad tried to sound patient.
"Be honest. Have you ever thought of me in a… lustful way…or something?"
"Wh—huh?!" He recoiled his head and threw her a baffled look. What a brazen question, something he definitely wasn't expecting from her. How was he even going to answer that? Of course?
"I don't know-"
He lied, as he recalled the little episodes he had the past days. And even before that, when they still weren't together. The roller coaster daydream. Ran in the bath fantasies, more –
"I mean, uh...no. Yes. A couple of times...Yeah. Maybe thrice or four times. Or more? Shit!" He averted his gaze, though it was impossible to conceal that flush on his cheeks. "BUT. It made me guilty so I had to stop."
Ran sniggered.
"...Why ask?"
"It's – I…" she took a deep breath. "Well uh…Ever since last Wednesday, I've been having weird dreams, that… we're kinda doing this," she blushed. "I-I wanted to talk to you about it in school but I cannot seem to find a time for us to be alone. So I just did my own research over the internet, and I just found out that…" Red spread on her face like she was on fire.
"That?"
"That…I think I'm….Ho...r… for Shinichi."
"What?"
"Hor-", she coughed on purpose. "…n…y."
"Ho-…" He imitated the movement of her mouth, trying to make sense of what she was saying. Then realization hit him and his eyes widened in disbelief, that word she'd been struggling to roll out of her tongue ringing in his ears over and over again. Ran covered her face with her palms, masking her humiliation.
"For you okay! Is it that… bad…?" She peeked at him from behind the spaces of her fingers.
God. Shinichi wanted to laugh really loud, but he had to hold it back. This moment was just too priceless, too pure. Her modesty threatened by that one word she debated on saying out loud. Yet she wanted and needed to convey her emotions to him. And he understood her very clearly. She didn't need to tell him what he already knew; he'd already deciphered it minutes ago when they were still downstairs. But this was a golden moment. He'd never forget this new form of brave Ran exhibited.
"Mhm. And you searched the internet for that word."
Ran didn't answer, still shielding her face away from him. Gosh, she's so adorable.
He pulled her hands away from her face, placing them on his chest.
"You're so freaking cute. God damn it."
Smirking his proudest smirk, he closed his distance and plunged her in for another deep kiss. This time, she didn't even attempt to hide her pleasure as she let her mewls dissolve in his mouth and her grip tighten on his chest, much to Shinichi's satisfaction. He gruntled in response, and a hand traveled her thigh, kneading its way up with enthusiasm until it settled at the side of her leg beneath her skirt. He gave her flesh a tight squeeze and when Ran slightly raised her body from the pressure, he took that as cue to lift her thighs and spin her to him so that she sat on his lap. "Wha- Shin-!" She exclaimed, unable to hide her surprise. Her face flushed under the weight of his look, his eyes so tantalizing, so inviting, paralyzing her slowly.
"Relax," he cupped her jaw, "I want to see your face closer. It's fine like this." He huffed, eyes flickering down her lips then back her eyes. She couldn't predict his next actions but she knew that he knew what he was doing, so she let him take control. He pulled her close and captured her tongue, causing her to rock against his hips, very slowly, letting instinct do the work, until he fell on the bed, dragging her along. His arms snaked around her waist as he bit her lower lip, and then he flipped them around so he was on top.
Ran's hair splayed on the sheets and she looked like an angel with her white top and flowy skirt, except that the angel had engaged the mortal and now she's about to get a taste of heavenly pleasure on earth. Shinichi hastily removed his overcoat and threw it to wherever her cardigan was, leaving him with his undershirt and now uncomfortably tight pants. Kneeling between her legs, he peppered her neck with wet kisses, hand going under her blouse and since her bra was already loose, he fondled her breasts without much hindrance. Ran squealed, throwing her head back in bliss, welcoming the foreign feeling of a hand not hers squeezing and playing with her nipples.
Just about then, Shinichi raised her blouse to her chest, revealing what earlier only his hands could access. He had to pause his ministrations, sit on his heels and just stare her down because god. He needed a moment to take this all in. A perfect face and voluptuous figure, her bosom so plump and perky, waist so slender and skin oh so damn flawless. Why was this woman not a beauty queen. Or a goddess. Ran was so fine. Blood rushed through his head and his other head as he fueled himself with the selfish thought that yes yes yes, this was for him and his eyes alone. No one else's. Ever.
She slightly opened her eyes to look at him – she must've been wary of the sudden silence – and at that moment he felt like retreating because he had no idea what kind of embarrassing face he was making right then. He was losing his mind.
"Shinichi…?"
"Wait, Ran. Shit," he breathed, "You're beautiful."
She felt her face burning up once again, and as she sucked sharp breaths of air into her lungs, she felt something moist scraping through her skin and before she realized it, Shinichi was back on his knees, licking and kissing her chest. She writhed at the feel of his warm mouth in contact with her bare breasts. Tongue traveled to her nipple, flicking it softly and Ran just buried her palm through his hair, and with that he knew he was doing her well.
"So good…" She gasped. He shuddered. It was a remark Shinichi never knew he needed to hear. In that instant, Ran felt his hard-on through his pants pressing onto her pelvis, hungry for more praise.
While his mouth was busy with her upper body, one hand lifted her skirt up, gently pressing one finger over her panties. Shinichi couldn't see it but he felt it. She was dripping wet.
"Ran, you're…"
Flushing madly, she covered his mouth with a palm. "No d-don't say it Shinichi…"
He understood that much. He kissed her palm and bit the edge of it, as his hand ventured her nether region over thin fabric. Shinichi rubbed the outside and she whimpered against his ear, the sloshing of her dampness heard by both of them loud and clear. Very slowly, he sneaked his fingers under the cotton, and he was blown away by how freaking wet she already was. He looked at the trembling woman under him, her eyes shut and mouth slightly parted, seeming to be focusing her senses onto the bundle of nerves under the mercy of his left hand. He delicately rolled her clit with his thumb, while his middle finger traced her folds, lubricating it with her juices before dipping straight into her, careful not to hurt her.
The gasp that tore from her throat conveyed something other than pain. He continued until his full finger was in and holy shit, it was a whole new sensation for him just as it was for her. How hot and moist and tight her walls were. He curled his finger experimentally, stroking her wet insides and Ran's head was spinning nonstop. She clutched his chest tightly, rocking up to his finger with every movement.
He picked up his pace, this time inserting another finger. Ran's breathing lodged on her throat; for a second she forgot how to exhale. His right hand fondled one breast while trying to keep his balance on her. Instinctively, she raised her right knee up and sideward, widening the space as if giving him more opportunity to go wilder with his movement. And so he went on flexing his hand, his palm rubbing her clit as he thrusted his fingers in and out, in and out of her, her nub getting more and more sensitive every second. Shinichi kissed her again, but she couldn't sustain her hold on his lips as too many sensations ambushed her all at once, like she was being driven into madness and she had no idea what to do first, what to feel first. She just breathed against his cheeks over and over again until finally what seemed like fireworks exploded in her core, and at once she felt like she transcended to a different high, her own strangled moan reverberating in her ears. Shinichi removed his fingers – his fingers slick with translucent substance – and the next thing she knew he was up on his knees, licking them clean with matching eye contact. Did Shinichi just—? She blushed like crazy.
But he wasn't done yet. Again he lifted her skirt and slid his body down to kiss her abs, her stomach, her pelvic bone. She hadn't even recovered from the height he had taken her and yet here he was doing something new with his lips. And what's with those eyes? A look she had never seen him wear before, so primal, like that of an untamed animal who had set eyes on its prey for the first time. The only thing that kept her from thinking that this was not Shinichi was the guttural mention of her name that rolled from his lips. "Ran…" he whispered just loud enough for her to hear, "I'mma stop this if you say so, yeah?"
He kissed the inside of her thighs. "What are you gonna do, Shin—hah!" She stopped short when she felt her panties being tugged away. She knew she was supposed to be shy but how surprised she was to feel her torso raise on its own to allow him to remove the piece of clothing so easily. And now Shinichi was staring her down again, arms wrapped around her thighs, face so damn close to her sex. She couldn't be any more self-conscious than this.
"Shinichi, I'm a little…"
"Pull my hair away if you won't like it."
"Huh what do you m—" Tongue licked the source of her wetness, and just like that bolts of electricity spiked through her veins. She couldn't prevent a pathetic whimper from escaping her lips, even had to cover her mouth to silence herself. But that didn't change anything, her voice just rose to a muffled crescendo everytime he licked a sensitive spot. This was too much. Too much! She needed a break! She just came and yet he's making her go off again – with his tongue! But she… she couldn't – she didn't want to….
"Don't…nghh…stop." The words managed to crawl their way out her throat. Her hands found their way to his hair but instead of pulling away, she bucked against his mouth, urging his tongue to glide into her slits and taste every inch of her. "Mm." Shinichi groaned his acquiescence, his hand fisting tighter on her legs, hums vibrating on her core as she braced herself for that budding arousal in her belly yet again. With every moan, he got faster and faster, tongue concentrated on her clit as he swirled left and right, around and under, until she came as violently as before, her unbridled cry of pleasure resonating in his room.
It was so hard for her to think that this was Shinichi's first time because where the hell was he getting all this skill? She felt the throbbing in his pants against her soreness as he kissed her, and her face heated knowing the fact that it was her own juices she was tasting through his mouth. She felt dirty. Dirty but guiltless. Dirty, yet she couldn't tear her lips away. Instead she held onto his face harder as their tongue clashed, her trembling hands wanting more and more of him, of his sex, of everything.
They had come a long way, and Shinichi was dying to finally culminate whatever this was they had started, but then he felt cold, shaky hands on his face, and he was reminded of...shit. Shit shit shit. How was Ran? Did he go overboard? Why was she trembling? Was she scared? Would she like him to go on?Would she tell him to stop?
He pulled away, face flushed. He nervously sat on the space between her legs, and Ran propped her body with her elbows, staring at him with perplexed eyes.
"We don't have to go all the way… we can, uh, stop right here." Of course it would kill him but Ran's decision came first.
He felt her grip his forearm, eyes burning with lust but with a tinge of worry in her voice. "We don't have…protection..."
Shinichi blinked. Oh. So that was her concern? Not because she didn't like to go all the way?
They had come so far and he couldn't believe that he was still reading her wrong. Yes, he lauded himself for being like this – so gentleman, so caring, so obedient of the nagging voice in his brain telling him to always make sure that she's sure. But Ran already was. She expressly said she was horny for him. She told him don't stop. Ran was literally pulling him to her. Ran was trembling because her body couldn't handle the pleasure, the pleasure he had caused. He did this to her. And now she wanted to go all the way with him. The one holding him back was not her but him, he and his stubborn mind thinking that she didn't want this when it was freaking clear that she did, maybe even more than how much he wanted it. The choice to continue was not just hers. It was his, too.
"You want to…" he asked for a confirmation, like the broken record that he was.
She nodded, and bit her lip. "But…protection, we don't have any…"
"Well uh, I have."
Ran's eyes widened and her mouth hung slack. "…you have?"
"Yeah, it's a…long story," he stood and got something from the bottom drawer of his cabinet, unearthing from the very back a brown box containing some square foil wrappers. "I have five."
"You have FIVE?!"
"It was Nakamichi and the boys!" He exclaimed. "Stupid Nakamichi gave me this big wrapped box when I returned, said it was a 'welcoming present' and that I should open it once I get home," he scoffed, throwing one packaging onto the bed, "didn't know the contents would be this."
Ran stared at the small wrapper then at him, biting her lip to hide her grin. "And you…kept them?"
"I couldn't just throw them! I mean, it's still a present, and, and what if—" he looked at her.
"What if…?"
"What if they become handy," He crawled back to bed and hooked his thumb on the waistband of his pants, "like right now?"
Ran felt herself gulp at the figure looming over her, his pants becoming undone right in front of her eyes, and heat just spread like wildfire across her body. As if on cue, she took off her garments and so did he, and then laid her upper body against the sheets, breathing becoming erratic once more, nervous thumping of her heart vibrating harshly in her chest.
Yep, who knew Nakamichi's practical jokes would become handy? He sighed as he ripped the foil open and rolled the rubber down, mentally noting to give Nakamichi a thank you in school without dropping any context.
"Ran," his voice was dark, resolute, as he spread her legs and aligned himself on her. "May I?"
"Yes," she whispered raggedly. "Be gentle please."
He gave her a chaste kiss on the forehead, before slowly, slowly sinking into her tight, wet core. She couldn't help but let out a thick, agonizing gasp, eyes shutting hard. Unlike from his fingers earlier, this time Ran felt a sting of pain, the feeling of being stretched making her grit her teeth.
"Hng-Ahh!" She cried, nails digging his back in hopes that the act could somehow placate the excruciating ache down below. Shinichi held his breath as he buried himself further, as slowly as he could, until all of him was inside her, and Ran yelped and clawed, a teardrop or two trickling down her eye. He stiffened his pelvis and let a hand caress her hair as he kissed her lips, her cheeks, the tears dripping down her face because shit he was hurting her.
"Breathe with me," he pleaded as Ran struggled to relax, trying to catch up with his low, deep breaths. Ran huffed out batches of air, eyes still closed, until some long seconds later he felt her muscles ease a little.
"I'm gonna move a bit, okay?"
Ran nodded meekly. He eased out and there was the sting again, and it didn't disappear when he plunged back. She bit her lip to conceal a whimper, the distress in her face still evident. On the fourth thrust, however, she gradually felt her muscles loosen up, physical tension all over her body dying down as she started to feel a lot less pained and a bit more…lightheaded.
Shinichi made sure to level his pace, and upon seeing her eyebrows uncurl, he decided it was time to roll his hips faster. Sweat dangled his chin as he plummeted in her, a little deeper than before, and Ran released a pleasured moan that spiraled him to a whirlwind of emotions.
"Fuuck," he groaned, shutting his eyes because hell no, he ain't going to come yet. With his vision black, he became hyperaware of the sound of their flesh merging and clapping together, her mewls and cries resounding in the background like music to his ears. He quickened his pace, his thrusts seeming to hit the right spot every time because when he opened one eye he saw her arch her back and wrench her face and bite her lip like fuck. Like she was being treated real good. Which he knew she was.
He gripped her waist and raised one leg over his shoulder, flexing her out. He went all in and pounded her relentlessly, the new angle allowing him to reach areas he wasn't able to earlier. Ran flailed her arms on the sheets, her mouth gaping wide and breasts bouncing up on down with his every thrust, and it did nothing but prod him into ramming her harder. "Ahh— Shini—plea-hngh!" He stopped her with a sloppy kiss, her arms encircling his neck as she let her cries melt in his mouth, the delicate bouncing of her breasts creating a friction against his lean, sweaty chest.
Soon he felt her walls clamp around him, signifying an impending release, which was good because he was starting to feel himself getting nearer too. They held up for another two minutes, until finally Ran let out a shaky scream as she unraveled, her chest mashing onto him as she hang onto his neck for dear life. He bit on her shoulder as he came with her, stifling a euphoric groan, releasing so much of his seed into the rubber and he felt his hips constrict before starting to numb. Ran felt her insides bloat, foreign warmth lining against her walls. They didn't move until he was done and when he pulled out, the warmth disappeared, leaving her hollow and trembling, her own release oozing out from her, trickling down her skin and to the sheets.
"Shit I—", Shinichi collapsed on his back, short of breath, as he removed the rubber and tied it to a knot before throwing it in the bin beside his bed. "We—That was…a lot."
They laid in silence, catching up on lost breath, the whirring of air conditioner playing in their ears.
"Shinichi, us, we…" Ran spoke, turning to her side and facing him, nose so close to his, "we…did it."
His eyes widened at the remark, realization dawning him late, thinking that wow, they really went all the way. Him and her. His heart tightened, nerves constricted, but when he saw her gentle smile, his expression softened, like a thorn had been removed from his chest. Ran…
"Ran, are you… okay? With this?" Shinichi asked, fingers lacing hers.
"Pretty much…yeah." She replied, tired eyes fluttering with sincerity. "You?"
He smiled, relieved. "Never better."
As both of them laid intertwined, her head resting above his chest, Ran's mind wandered a bit as to what had just transpired. She didn't expect her first time to be this… untamed. She imagined it more along the lines of romantic and with scented candles and fairy lights with curtains drawn and love music in the background, but then she thought that this –what they did – wasn't all that bad. In fact, it was… amazing. She really liked it. And if she were to be honest with herself, her first more-than-lip kiss with him wasn't that romantic either, it happened in an old, dusty library. Yet she loved every second of it. She even found herself craving for it. Maybe, being unable to live her dream of a "romantic" first time really didn't bother her as much as she thought it would. And in any case, what they did was still romantic, as she recalled how tender he looked at her when he first penetrated her, and how he kissed her pain away to make sure she was all right. As long as it's with Shinichi, every movement, every second, every moment, she'd consider as a wonderful experience.
"Though I still can't believe you have five condoms stashed in your drawer," she chided, breaking off the comfortable silence.
"Tch! Shut up, it's already embarrassing as it is," Shinichi scowled, pinching her nose. She giggled loudly.
"I need to take a bath. Mind if I borrow a shirt?"
"Sure, just pick from my cabinet. You can use my shower. I'll get you a towel, hold on." He put on his shirt and pants and left the room, marching straight to his parent's bedroom on the opposite end of the corridor. It took a few seconds to get a new pink towel from the topmost drawer of his mother's cabinet. As he hummed his way to the door, he heard a cough.
A cough.
He could've just let it slide. He could've just walked straight out his parents' room and pretend he didn't hear anything but his feet was glued to the carpet and his head was spinning because why would someone cough in an empty room, in what was supposed to be an empty house?!
He turned his head to the source of the cough and froze.
Seated on the bed was someone, reading a novel and munching on an apple and Shinichi swore he could've died on the spot as the person's head slowly raised from the book and met his very startled, very terrified eyes.
"O-OTOU-SAN?!"
"Oh, Shinichi."
Blood rushed through his head, eyes twitched, pointing a shaking finger at his father like he was some kind of ghost.
"Ho-how long… have you been here?!"
"I never left. I didn't join your mom."
Doomed. That's what he was.
Father and son had a staring contest. No one budged. Shinichi was waiting for a goddamn confirmation, for a sign that his father may have known. Of everything. Of everything that had transpired in that house.
Few seconds passed. Then a minute. Then two.
Seeing the lack of response from his dad, Shinichi huffed a breath and squared his shoulders to feign composure.
"You – you startled me."
"Did I?"
"Yeah, I thought y –," he paused, bit his tongue and lowered his accusing finger, thinking that it was better to just say nothing and leave before his father started asking anything and that'd be harder to get away from.
"Whatever. I'm…going."
"Okay."
The muscles on his feet started to work again. He twisted the knob and stepped halfway out.
"By the way, Shinichi."
Shinichi heard himself gulp.
"Y-yes?"
"Don't forget to thank Ran-san."
He tightened his hold on the towel in his arms. "…For?"
"For helping you with your extra credits."
And he winked.
-END-
A/N: 11K+ words for a smut fic wtf!This is my first lemon; I felt so awkward writing this, but it's here anyway hnnnnggg please do let me know what you think and where I need to improve! As a mere fan who likes to imagine SR fluff/smut all the time (and tends to go overboard sometimes cuz that's just who I am), my apologies for some off parts here, like weird-ass dialogues and OOC tendencies. But I do hope that this fic didn't ~suck~ that much! Thank you all for reading! Much love! And… safety first! ;)
Special shout-out to hislips for encouraging me to write a continuation of my first fic Blame it on the Summer Heat. I didn't plan for BIOTSH to have a sequel but her kind advice and encouragement inspired and ultimately pushed me to make one. The way this was written is a bit different compared to the first one. I don't know if that's a good thing but I continue changing. I read this chapter a million times before publishing and I almost gave up writing this and yet here I am sharing this to you. Thanks for being patient. I'll also consider this fic as a training ground in case I write more SR lemon scenes for future stories. ;) Thank you so much!