Title: Losing Control
Author: Candyland
Pairing: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Fandom: Detective Conan
Theme: #8—our own world
Rating: R (mature content)
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Gosho Aoyama. I claim none, I merely borrow them and dress them up in frilly smocks and make them dance to my ever-changing will like the puppets they are.

The door slammed shut. Ran's back slammed against the door. And Shinichi's hands slammed against the wood paneling on either side of her head. He was standing so close, trapping her between himself and the door. No escape. But did she want to escape, was the question…

"Shinichi…" she whispered through the darkness. "What are you—"

He cut her off in a way that left her with no desire to argue. And for a very long moment they stayed like that, pressed against the door. But self-control was soon lost to something else, something far more overwhelming, and restraint was soon scattered, like loose feathers, to the four winds.

Of course, Ran didn't really realize that until his thumb dragged down the side of her face and gently teased her chin down, allowing him easy access for further exploration. She didn't really mean to groan into his mouth, but she felt him shudder in response.

Her body moved without her permission, and she tugged at the hem of his shirt, only becoming nervous when she realized she was doing it. His lips broke away from hers long enough for her shaky hands yank the offending garment over his head. But the minute the fabric had been torn out of the way, he returned with a vengeance.

This time his arms snaked around her waist and pulling her away from the door. Her own arms found their way to his neck, lifting her almost entirely off of her feet and right out of her slippers. Her now-bare toes skimmed across the floor, tracing their path from the door to the other side of the room.

The edge of the bed touched the backs of her knees. It was there that he hesitated.

Well, that just wouldn't do, would it?

She let herself fall backwards, reaching up and grabbing at him to make sure that he came with her; her fingers slid helplessly over his skin. But he did follow her, his indecisiveness quelled by her insistence. He landed balanced on his knees and elbows so as not to crush her. Her hands fell to the bedding beneath her, clutching the blue fabric of the blanket in tight bunches.

For one second his lips lingered on hers before he found other places to focus his attention.

Ran let out a breathy gasp as Shinichi located a particularly sensitive spot on her neck. Her head unconsciously tilted in such a way to allow him better access. Her nails raked helplessly across his back, and he hissed at the contact, though whether it was from actual pain or something else entirely, she couldn't have said for certain.

And then he moved, and his lips pressed against hers, claiming them. She was his and his alone. No one else's. Ever. She groaned at his persistence, letting her hands do some wandering of their own. Now it was his turn to emit several small noises as her fingers grazed carefully over a few highly sensitive areas, and she smiled.

She suddenly became very aware of herself and her current state. She was barefoot, in denim capri pants, a camisole, and a hoodie with a zip-up front. The front was almost entirely open, though, and hanging dangerously off her frame, baring her shoulders and upper arms. Her hair was mussed beyond any immediate repair, and clung to her perspiration-damp shoulders with a passion, when it wasn't tangled in Shinichi's ever-roving fingers.

Wait, scratch that. He somehow—she didn't know how, she hadn't even felt his hands there—managed to pull the hoodie's zipper the rest of the way down and proceeded to shove it the rest of the way down her arms before tugging it away, out from under her, and tossing it unceremoniously off to the side.

It wasn't as though he had never seen this much of her before. He had seen her in less—in bathing suits at the beach, for one, and a few incidents during his Conan days. And she had seen him shirtless countless times. But this was different. For starters, they hadn't been tangled together like this. They hadn't been kissing or anything further than that. And they certainly hadn't been sprawled out together on a bed that was far too comfortable…

Her few thoughts were derailed suddenly as he pulled away, rocking back to sit on his knees; his arms slid around her waist, encircling her back and pulling her up with him to sit across his lap. Instinctively, her legs entwined around his waist, her arms around his shoulders and neck to further press their wanting bodies together.

Ran whimpered when one of his hands gently traced up the full length of her spine. There was something about his hands, the way he touched her. He could play her body like a harp, always knowing exactly which chords to strum to make her writhe and gasp beneath his fingers.

It was as if he pushed a button; her back suddenly released and refused to remain upright, and her head and shoulders arched backwards, lax and yielding, so the full weight of her upper body was supported solely by Shinichi's protective arms. She might have groaned—she really wasn't sure. A pleasant fog seemed to have enveloped everything around her, making coherent thought impossible...

...

And as Ran clung to him...a beeping sound invaded her ears.

Wait…beeping?

But then…this was…

"Ran?"

Mouri Ran slowly opened her eyes…and was startled to find Sonoko standing over her, one hand on her shoulder to give her another shake if necessary. "Ran? Are you awake?" Sonoko persisted.

"…bwuh?" Ran murmured, blinking quickly to try and clear her vision a bit.

"You fell asleep in class. You're lucky sensei didn't catch you!" Sonoko explained. "But school's over. We can go home now." There was a bustle around them that suggested much movement. The beeping she'd heard must have been the chiming of the school bell.

Ran finally took a good look around. She was in her science classroom. They had been doing a unit on anatomy, and, she had fallen asleep in the middle of the lecture on…oh yeeeeeeeeah…that.

"Ran?" Shinichi said from behind her, and she glanced up at him groggily. He was grinning, which foretold an abundance of teasing for their walk home. "Ready to go?"

Minutes later, they were on the sidewalk on their way home.

"Soooooo…did you have a good nap?" he asked far too casually.

His lips pressed against hers, claiming them. She was his and his alone, no one else's. Ever.

Ran shrugged. "It was all right. I just didn't sleep very well last night."

Her back suddenly released, and her head and shoulders arched backwards, lax and unyielding…

"Have any interesting dreams?" he persisted. "You were making some weird noises. But sensei didn't hear it over everything else. Lucky you! But what were you dreaming about?"

He shifted again and claimed her, finally giving her exactly what she craved…

"Nothing, really," she said flatly, hoping to all that was holy that she wasn't blushing. But simply remembering that particular little dream was almost enough to send her back into her own little world.

"Ran!" Shinichi called her back. "Are you sure? You're awfully red."

"I said I didn't dream!" she snapped, resisting the urge to personally wipe that grin from her boyfriend's face before she wiped the ground with his face. But she resisted and turned her attention forward again, already floating back to that dream.

They walked in silence for a moment before she turned to him. "Shinichi…" she began slowly.

"Hmm?" he looked at her quizzically.

Ran hesitated.

His name finally escaped her, dropping from her lips on the crest of a moan…

"Would you mind…if I came over to your place tonight?" she asked nonchalantly.

"Sounds good to me!" he said cheerily. "You're always welcome." Then he frowned slightly, and suspicion colored his tone when he spoke next. "Why? Do you have something particular in mind?"

Her fingers bit into his shoulders, moving with him. So very close, she felt she would burst!

She shrugged it off with a smile. "Oh, nothing. No reason."

PS. (purrs happily) Thus marks the first time I have EVER written anything like that. Wow…but Ran wouldn't tell me how Shinichi got her into such a Position or why she went along with it. And he just said something about how gentlemen don't kiss and tell…he looked really happy, though…

Yes, there is actually a lemon scene in this story. However, not wanting to get m'self axed by the Powers That Be, I left in the make-out part and removed the actually smexy. If you want to read that, it's over on my LJ. I'll leave it up to all of you to decide what happened next. Hope everyone enjoyed this risqué little story, and hope you'll tune in next time. Thanks again, all, and much love!