Hey guys! This is my first, OFFICIAL WARNING concerning this story. I know lots of people love this and I am very very happy about that. I just hope you won't be scared off because this chapter IS rated T for a good reason. So, if you feel uncomfortable with MORE mature contents, please don't read this. You have been warned so no complaints! For all the other people... MUAHAHAHAHA THIS IS SO GOOD! ENJOY IT (I just KNOW you will XD) coz it's not only hot but also funny and romantic at once. If you do like it, DO say so coz I have MORE coming in the next chapter, hehe hihi... (goes to continue giggling like mad in the corner)
Chapter twelve - Reminiscences
Ask any of the four young people who left the cinema together about the movie and all four would stutter an answer. Review of the movie they just watched? An impossible thing, for none had really watched it carefully. Nonetheless, we had four young people who were happy as they exited the movies.
Funny, wasn't it?
As dinner-time came, our two couples decided on having dinner in a sweet, cozy, restaurant that had crossed their way and was almost right next to the theatres. The furniture reminded one vividly of those old, romantic English restaurants from the late 60's, and the atmosphere catapulted you back to old England in no time. The girls were enchanted.
They took place on a table in a corner of the restaurant and, without any of them realizing it, the girls sat next to the window with their guys sitting down next to their girls. Even if one of the girls had noticed it, they didn't say anything, putting it back in their minds as another charming detail of this enchanting evening.
They ate in peace, chatting pleasantly but avoiding going very deep into the topic of the movie's content. Done with dinner, the guys happy once their stomachs were filled, they sat back and kept talking. Kazuha had just come up with some funny stories about their school-life and with wise-guy which the others found really amusing.
Soon, Heiji joined it as she came up with an incident a few months ago, in their school.
"You'd think that boys at our age are a little more mature…" Heiji began, looking thoughtfully at the sky and Kazuha finished his sentence.
"…but that definitely was not the case. Can you imagine they played a trick on the girls in the girl's locker room??" Kazuha asked, looking at Ran's direction.
"Really? What did they do?"
"They actually hid bugs in the locker room of our school's volleyball team and waited all innocently in the classroom, which is only one floor above the lockers, to hear the screams of the girls after their training!" she cast Heiji a nasty look who only grinned while trying to look innocently, which was a really weird combination, even for our master of grimaces.
"As expected, they screamed and came running upstairs, some in tears. The guys were amusing themselves pricelessly and the laughter was really loud at that point."
"I can imagine!" Shinichi in turn cast Heiji a look somewhere between amusement and accusation.
"What happened then?" Ran asked Kazuha who went on with her story.
"Well, me and some girls of the Aikido team gathered and we…avenged the girls."
"How did you do that?"
Kazuha blushed at Ran's actually simple and innocent question and put her glass of water to her lips. She sipped at it while focusing her complete attention to the rim of the glass as if nothing more exciting existed for her. Maybe she was thinking of a good reason to explain her delicious blush.
"Yeah Kazuha, how did you guys do that again?" asked an evilly grinning Heiji who was most obviously amusing himself highly. "I forgot!" he added to sound more credible, giving Shinichi and Ran a slight smile before quickly focusing his attention back to the blushing girl next to him since he didn't want to miss a second of this for this was way too good.
Kazuha looked back at him, almost annoyed, trying to sound as if the answer to his question should have long been obvious.
"Like we handle all challenges, ahou. Fight!" She held his intense gaze for a few long seconds before looking back at her feet, signaling that, for her, the topic was over.
"Right!" Heiji grinned at her, still, which was freaking her out even though she was not looking at him anymore but she could feel his gaze and simply knew exactly HOW he was looking at her, with the disbelief clearly visible on his fat grin.
'That stupid, does he desperately WANT to tell them abou-…'"Kazuha-chan, are you feeling all right? You look a little flustered!" Ran asked in concern.
"Y-yeah, I am great. It's a bit hot in here but nothing we can't change. Miss??" she quickly turned and waved at the waitress. "I'd like the chocolate and vanilla ice cream cup with extra whipped cream and chocolate sauce, please!"
Then she turned and smiled a forced smile at her friends, trying her best to make it look authentic. Out of the corner she noticed the dirty grin that Heiji secretly showed her and mentally slapped herself, cursing.
'Chocolate-sauce and whipped cream? I must have been crazy to mention those in front of him! Especially after…' To her dismay, Kazuha's blush deepened.
Luckily, after looking at her from top to toe, Ran let it stand like that and went back to a conversation with Shinichi about which ice-cream was the nicest, making a mental note to interview her friend more thoroughly at a later time.
Heiji leaned over towards Kazuha as discretely as he could and whispered in her ear in a tone that he knew would get her squirming and shivering immediately.
"So, "fighting" is what you'd call what we did that day, isn't it?" he pulled back to enjoy her embarrassed blush and quick glazes at the other people around her in case somebody had heard him. Then she looked at him for a few seconds but wasn't able to hold his gaze for long so she looked back at her hands that were folded on the table. His next words only served to make them sweat more.
"And, is your sub-consciousness trying to tell me something? With that naughty dish you just ordered?"
'I so hoped he'd not notice that mistake, dammit. I never get to be lucky, do I? Oh please gods, have mercy on me and my soul! Wanna say, my nerves!'
"Heiji, please don't! We are in public!" she whispered back fiercely.
"As if that has kept us before!"
"It should now!" she looked sternly at him.
Heiji was always right where the challenge was and this sure felt like one.
"Or what?"
She glared at him, needing to think about a good answer only for a few seconds before she leaned over and whispered something in his ear. Soon, he pulled back as if she had slapped him and looked thoroughly shocked and terrified at her. He sat back and looked in front of him, grumbling something incomprehensible under his breath.
Kazuha leaned back and watched him with a deep satisfaction, 'victory' clearly written all over her face.
It was really funny, how her simple words had had such a delicious effect on him.
"Or what? You know that my father is not at home tonight, right? If you don't behave now, I'll make you sleep on the couch, ALONE, with no opportunity to see this new lingerie you caught a glimpse of earlier. You know how stubborn I can be and I swear I will do it! So be good!"
Oh yes, men are soooo easy, indeed. You only need to know which buttons to push.
But it was his own fault. What was the guy thinking? Did he desperately want to tell them about that one time, in school? Not that it wasn't worth it. It was just too embarrassing, no matter that that memory counted to one of her most favorite ones.
Oh yeah, it definitely was worth it telling. But she wouldn't and she hoped that for his own health, Heiji wouldn't either.
Kazuha leaned back against her chair and looked out of the window, sweeping over to her own mind's world that showed her again what exactly had happened back then.
Eight or nine months ago…"We are six, and we have six guys who need punishment. Everybody knows what they have to do. Leave their boss for me!" They all nodded at Kazuha and advanced their prey. Kazuha smiled, satisfied, and with triumphant grin walked towards Heiji.
He is the strongest one in the Kendo team, that's why they have made him their captain. Heiji was never one to turn down a challenge or be intimidated by an opponent. But as he saw Kazuha advance, he couldn't help but feel scared, not that he would ever admit it. And no matter how much he despised his body for it, he felt it move away from her against his will. He felt the wall behind himself and that's the point he started panicking. Not that he would ever admit it.
Left and right he could hear the battle cries and screams of pain from the others, and could see indefinable things fly around the classroom, which didn't help him gather his wits a bit. And through all this chaos, his gaze was glued to his childhood friend, who obviously seemed to be enjoying this way too much, judging from the sadistic expression on her face. She kept advancing towards him, the predatory look in her eyes even more present after seeing him run out of space to escape to. All in all, it was an expression, as if accepting an unspoken challenge, which said that you knew you could never lose. Never lose, even if only because you know you have the better tactic. He gulped but at the same time tried to keep a stable expression and hide his fear.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, she did something he'd never have thought she'd do. Something he'd never have thought would have this effect on him.
Kazuha was standing right next to his table where all of his things were spread on. After a quick glance in Heiji's eyes, and a half corner grin that she cast him and almost made his heart skip a beat, she reached slowly to his table and took his keys for his motorcycle, the one with the miniature motor-bike as keychain. He gulped again, wondering above all things what was on her mind at the moment and what she was going to do with his keys. In those few seconds a million things came into his mind about what were her motives and a million ways of what she could do next only to make him suffer but he'd never have counted with what she really did in the end.
The background sounds were still loud, his heart was beating strongly, his nerves blank but he did his best to remain standing and to look…well, cool and gathered, no matter how uneasy he was in the inside.
Looking deeply into his eyes, Kazuha ever- so-slowly and sensually brought her hand to her lips. Heiji watched his keys nearing her mouth, confusion spreading rapidly inside his brain. Unbeknownst to him, the fire-red color on her fingernails helped bind his gaze to her. If a bomb had exploded right next to him, he wouldn't have noticed it.
"K-Kazuha?" he whispered, no matter that she probably couldn't hear him through this noise. She saw his lips move and knew exactly what he was saying what made her grin even more before she put her cool mask back on.
At some point, tantalizing in its slowness, her lips made contact with the cool metal of his keychain. Her glistening, ruby-red lips, undoubtedly prepared beforehand, pressed against the little motorcycle, her eyes closed in the act. Heiji could only watch, stupefied and stunned, utterly shocked to the bones as her full lips kissed his little motorcycle. His mouth was hanging open, his eyes widened, his breath stuck in his throat, his heartbeat doing crazy things inside his chest. He even thought for a moment that his knees would fail him but he managed to remain upright once again. Probably because he was shocked to the place and moving seemed like an impossible thing to do.
There was simply something about that sight in front of him…something almost primal, that he could not turn away from. Something that had his full and undivided attention. There was no turning away from her.
Upon seeing his reaction, Kazuha smiled, obviously quite satisfied with herself. This idea had been in her mind for a very long time now. She had admitted to herself how she felt about him and knew that he was feeling affection for her as well. She only didn't know how deep his feelings ran but that he'd be too stubborn to even think about them. That's why she had decided to give him a little push. A few weeks ago she had read about the basic primal instincts of men, how they still are there to some extent and how to activate them for your benefit.
The key-extract that had caught her attention sounded like this: "[… Apply lipstick or lip gloss before kissing him. Experts agree that wearing a bright red shade sends a strong sexual message and so will the wet-look. Because men depend on visual stimulation, watching ruby-red lips caress his body will drive him wild. […"
Okay, so at first she had thought it a joke but that thought wouldn't leave her mind. If it worked, then that'd be too great. If not, he'd look at it as a joke. Over and over she played with ideas of how to use this knowledge to make him wake up. To make it short, she had decided on this and would end it with one of the most primal and classical instincts. The hunt for prey.
She grinned at him and suddenly turned and ran out of the classroom. At this sudden change of situation he didn't know how to react. Heiji blinked a few times and even before his mind had a chance to start thinking of a way to react, his feet sprung to life. His whole body seemed to have taken over his actions and before he knew it he was running out of the classroom as well and after Kazuha.
He looked around but she was nowhere to be seen. Heiji grinned. So she wanted to play hide and seek, didn't she? Fine with him. He'd find her and then he'd punish her the only way she deserved. The picture of her lips on the bike came back to his mind and an idea struck him. He took off again, secretly and definitely unconsciously enjoying the feeling of the hunter who chases his prey. A sweet little bunny perhaps. Heiji's grin widened and left the school building.
Underneath a large row of trees was the parking lot. Right behind his motorcycle he could make out a dark head. He grinned inwardly in triumph and advanced slowly, not bothering to make his steps quiet and light.
"I see you!" he almost sang.
She stood up to her full height and looked him in the eyes.
"I'm afraid you caught me!" Kazuha walked around the vehicle until she was standing in front of it. Then she placed her hands behind herself, on the seat and leaned her whole body backwards, her behind against the engine, her chin high and proud as she participated bravely in his staring contest.
Without thinking consciously, he walked forward, slowly but firmly, always towards her. Being a meter away from her he stopped once, looking thoroughly into her face with concentrated expression as if he had to think hard about something. His gaze was very intense and she could almost feel it dance over her, almost burning wherever it fell on. Once it rested on her lips and wouldn't seem to leave, then it travelled down her neck. During those few seconds, Kazuha couldn't help but feel her breath leave her lungs, only to inhale sharply and hold it a moment later. The anticipation inside of her and the tension between Heiji and herself sent shudders down her spine and made the little hair on her arms rise in excitement.
Then, all of a sudden, he closed the remaining distance between them and took her in his arms, almost forcefully, before leaning his head down and kissing her passionately. Kazuha yelped a yelp of surprise that lasted exactly three seconds before she regained her senses and wound her arms around his neck, kissing him back with the same passion. Although she had promised herself not to blush, she could not help it as the blood raced shamelessly to her head.
Heiji was almost completely over her, steadying her body with a strong arm on her back while pressing her towards him tightly and leaning with her over the bike. As the moment passed, and he became aware of what he had done, he opened his eyes and let go of her, jumping a few feet away as if she had just slapped him across the face.
"H-Heiji?" she asked in concern. Concern for him, concern that he regretted what has just happened whereas she would die for another kiss like this one.
He moved a hand to cover his mouth and shook his head, a look of horror on his face.
"Heiji???" Kazuha asked a little more forcefully, his behaviour making her hear sink.
"I'm sorry!" he could only say rather quietly, which was not typical Heiji.
"What???" Kazuha almost screamed at him, making Heiji look back to her for the first time.
"I didn't mean to... to do that, I am… really sorry!" his words were like an arrow that stabbed directly in her heart.
So he regretted kissing her? She should have known that would happen. And here she thought he could… Oh, she felt so stupid, even more as she realized the tears that were running down her cheeks. She was such an idiot.
Heiji panicked even more as he saw her cry. He stepped a step closer before stopping, fearing to be too close to her since that could hurt her more.
"D-don't cry, Kazuha, please!! Please don't cry, I…I know I should never have done that and... I am so sorry, Kazuha, stop please, I promise to never do that again and…"
"I don't…" she whispered quietly, without looking at him.
"You what?" he didn't understand what she was playing at.
"I said, I don't!" she cleaned her eyes and looked up into his face.
"You don't what?"
"I don't regret kissing you." She blushed but stared stubbornly back at him. Heiji looked at her with huge eyes, his expression being not readable. She sniffed, and looked at him with teary eyes that have never looked more beautiful to him before whispering a quiet: "Do you?"
This was it, the moment of truth. She had bared herself to the limits and it was now his turn to either kill her by denying everything, or rescue her and accept her offer. And offer she did, everything that she had. It took our thick-headed detective a few seconds to figure out everything that lay in her simple question but as it finally did sink in, he hurried forward and took her in his arms.
"I don't!" he stated firmly, holding her tightly while leaning his head on top of hers. Kazuha felt new tears, but only a few and they didn't feel bitter like the others.
"Does that mean you…?"
"Yes!" he answered her unspoken question, feeling the heat rush to his face. "And do you?"
"I do!" she blushed and hid a bit deeper in his arms, loving the secure feeling that he could provide when holding her that close. Heiji was thinking along the same lines.
"Ahou!"
"WHAT?" He looked shocked down at her.
"Ahou!" she repeated. "What took you so long?" Her serious expression turned into a teasing grin and he relaxed. For a second he had thought...
"Hey, who's the ahou??"
"You are, since I did something that lead us to this!"
"You did not!"
"I did not? And what was that in the classroom?"
"That had no effect at all!" he replied stubbornly, a teasing note in his voice.
"So why did you kiss me?"
"I just thought it'd be unfair to kiss a stupid fake metal motorcycle when you can kiss something so much better than that!" Why would he tell her that he hadn't been able to help himself, let along resist her at this moment for some reason?
"Is that so?" she murmured quietly against his skin as she rubbed her nose back and forth on the soft flesh of his neck. Secretly, that has been exactly what she had hoped would happen, has been exactly what she had planned.
"Oh, definitely!" He held her only tighter. They hugged before at some point she suddenly pulled back and looked at him.
"Hey!"
"What is it?" he wondered, thinking he had done something wrong.
"Don't think that you have won! This is not over; I simply don't feel like arguing!"
"Jeez…" he breathed and pulled her back in his embrace. "Whatever!"
Both giggled and held each other tightly, enjoying this new intimacy a lot. Soon after that, they shared their second, third and….probably the hundredth kiss. Well, that happens when two passionate hearts finally open up.
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"Do you share his passion for motorcycles?"
"What?"
Kazuha looked at Ran, a little puzzled. Her cheeks were already beginning to flush before Ran went on and Kazuha eventually understood.
"I mean because you have been staring after that passing motor-bike just now."
"Oh! Well, since that thing with Heiji, I-"
"Thing??" Heiji called out bewildered, as if somebody had just insulted his mother, making a few people in the restaurant turn their heads and look at him. He didn't notice. Even if he had, he wouldn't care anyway. "You mean, relationship, don't you!" he hissed.
Kazuha grinned evilly at him and, although she was gazing into his eyes, ignored him completely.
"That thing with Heiji..."she emphasized the word harshly which made Heiji jump a little and stare at her in pure protest. "… I came to accept them. Maybe even like them."
Now, the last statement earned her the most astonished look from Heiji that one could imagine, complete with raised eye-brows, wide eyes and open mouth. He was babbling her last words, repeating them as if trying to understand them better, sounding each time more and more horrified. "Maybe even…? Maybe even…? Maybe…even…"
He softly shook his head, the unbelieving gaze on his face always focused on the girl next to him. As he had found his voice back he leaned a little closer and whispered in her ear.
"I hope you know that you will have to pay for that one, ne?"
One seductive corner of her lips rose as she just as seductively leaned towards him, too, and whispered back in a low voice.
"Oh? Does that mean you won't ever let ME drive again?"
Heiji pulled back, staring at her wide-eyed.
'Is she alluding to….? I can't believe she is hinting at…!'A staring contest of the finest sort began as his eyes bored deeply in hers. What was passing between those two right now, only they knew, sharing thoughts and memories that only they shared as well.
Memories, for example the one from a few weeks ago, on a very quiet late Sunday afternoon when Heiji had taught her how to ride his motorcycle on a deserted factory parking lot. It was a huge area, granting her all the space she might have needed. They had decided to combine this little adventure with a picnic. Kazuha had brought the basket and Heiji the rest, which consisted of a blanket, the motorcycle and himself.
The Heiji that was stubbornly staring at Kazuha's just–as-stubborn eyes eventually gave up, leaned back in his seat and folded his arms in front of his chest, trying to look really pissed off while inwardly reliving the events of that fantastic day.
After filling their stomachs a little (they both needed courage after all, and Heiji did not feel like getting the beating he knew he would have gotten when asking her if he was allowed a beer, preferably a whiskey), the real adventure was about to begin. Deep inside he knew it'd be worth it.
"Heiji? Are you sure about that?"
"Of course! Don't worry, you'll do fine! Now, come here and hop on top!" he ordered and held one of her hands and with his other the bike.
Kazuha sighed, knowing this was inevitable. She had been promising him to try this out since long ago. Sighing again, she swung one leg over to the other side of the motorcycle and sat down. Heiji sat close behind her and leaned over her shoulder to take her hands and lead them.
"Hold tightly to the handlebar. To start the engine, you need to kick the pedal like this…" he explained her quickly the most important things that one should know when wanting to ride a motorcycle.
"And now, try it. Just like I told you!" He steadied himself behind the young woman, his hands always next to hers on the ruler.
Kazuha drove off…and killed the engine. She looked miserably up at him with huge, teary eyes. Heiji sighed and patted her head.
"It's all right. You'll do fine. We'll try again!"
"Okay!" she whispered and concentrated again, her features distorted in concentration.
Well, an hour later, Kazuha was proudly driving Heiji around the place. In fact, she had become so good that he didn't have to hold on to the bike anymore. He was now holding her around her waist.
"You are good!" he praised her, his grip on her waist tightening.
Kazuha almost beamed at his compliment, incredibly proud, and leaned a little back against his shoulder while driving them around the huge area.
Maybe it was just him, but having your sexy girlfriend sitting in front of you, on a motorcycle, in control, leaning against you, clad in a light top and skirt, her legs spread…well, maybe it WAS just him but he found this image incredibly erotic and arousing.
'And who's going to believe her anyway, when she says it's an accident she's wearing that red lipstick today? I may be a little slow with these things, maybe even a little naïve, but how could I, as the great detective that I am now, NOT know about signal colors? Come on!'
"Another thing..." he went on with his lecturing. "What's also important is to concentrate on the task at hand. You can't let other things distract you. Do you think you can do that?" he whispered the last sentence against her ear. Kazuha shivered, but thought nothing of it.
Almost offended, she replied quickly and with enthusiasm. "Of course!"
"Let's try that out!"
In the split of a second, before her mind had any chance to even start with the thinking about the meaning of his words, his hands had already groped her breasts. Her eyes almost bulged, the motorcycle swayed dangerously, but she caught herself and the cycle, slowing down the pace.
"H-Heiji!" she breathed, her voice not quite as steady as she had wished.
"Hush! Concentrate on the road!" he ordered and went back to fondling her breasts, his mouth finding its way to her neck. He licked it leisurely. The motorcycle swayed again, but she caught it.
"Heiji!" she tried to sound scandalized. Succeeding or not, it was really not like Heiji cared. He went back to attacking the skin he could reach while allowing his hands their fun.
She moaned something that sounded vaguely like his name, but he only heard the moan and grinned a grin that was thoroughly filled with male satisfaction.
'That's it!' his mind chanted."Do you want me to stop?" he stopped his caresses, pulling back a little.
"Uhm…" her body betrayed her. The moment his hands had stopped, it had arched back against him demandingly. His grin grew.
"You do a good job!" he whispered in her ear, licking her ear-shell after finishing his statement.
Knowing what was about to happen, he took his left hand from her breast and put it next to hers on the handlebar. Then his other hand moved south.
"Aaah!" Kazuha groaned out and luckily Heiji was also holding on the bike because otherwise…
"Keep going, honey, keep going!" he urged her on and her grip re-tightened until the motorcycle was in her control again. Maybe not as steady as it used to be but honestly, who cared? At the slow pace nothing could happen anyway.
And at some point, he could even concentrate both his hands on her body again, continuing with pleasure his torturous assaults on her body, one hand massaging her breast, the other rubbing at her crotch. Kazuha was finding it increasingly difficult to keep her eyes open, and already was not able to hold her moans back.
Heiji's self-satisfied grin grew and grew. Her sweet sounds of pleasure were turning him on incredibly and he could not wait for them to get home, the fact that he had an empty house for the next two days only being the icing on the cake.
'Thank the heavens for my parents' annual alone-time in the mountains!'
"Hei-Heiji…I can't…can't t-take any more of…" she gasped, her eyes drifting shut for a few seconds, and the bike swayed again. He took her heavy sighs and gasps, the abandoning expression on her face that seemed almost pained as his sign to stop the torture. Of course, if he was true with himself, the pain in his groin did support this decision considerably.
"I understand. Let's go back to the blanket, shall we?"
She swallowed without really knowing why but nodded nonetheless. "O-okay."
He could clearly see that she was lost in the passion that he had evoked in her, but as he heard her quiet moan of protest after removing his hands from her body, he could not help his smug grin.
And that was the main reason why he'd never have counted on what came next. The moment they had descended the motorcycle and he turned to face her with an almost proud expression on his face, she slapped his arm rather hard.
"Ouch!" he stared at her in utter shock. "What did you do THAT for??"
"How dare you ask me that question after…after THAT and look completely innocent in the process?" she spat at him, trying her hardest to look horrified and shocked.
His mouth opened but no sounds came out. And she did not wait for a reply either; she simply turned and stomped away in direction of their picnic basket. Heiji was left back staring after her.
Honestly, that woman was…she was…well, don't blame Heiji for it; but he was simply lacking the words right now and those who know him better knew that that nearly never happened. So now go and imagine the state he was in. Poor guy.
But, luckily, our great detective also recovers quickly. In addition to that…he hasn't known his childhood friend for his whole life for nothing. He knew her better than she did, and that's why it was pretty easy for him to decipher the state she was in herself and know that she had liked it just as much as he had. Sometimes, she simply liked playing the difficult.
He grinned, already forming a strategy in his head. Then he walked after her. She was already sitting on the blanket and looking over to some trees, seeming absent-mindedly. Heiji took a deep breath, the evil grin on his lips always there, and sat down behind her, winding his arms around her body without second thought. He was encouraged in his plans of seducing her as she leaned back against him. Perfect, phase one succeeded!
He leaned down and started kissing her shoulder tenderly, his hands stroking over her bare arms with big, warm caresses. She did not fight him, phase two succeeded as well.
He leaned over and took some of the delicious things from the basket she had brought, spending the next half hour feeding her the delicious food. They didn't talk, really, just giggle and play with each other with Kazuha returning the gesture of feeding him.
Stuffed and happy, he leaned back and gathered her gently in his arms.
"You are not mad, are you?"
He felt her chest raise a little as she giggled. "No…but it was dangerous!"
"Oh come on, you did so good! Before and after I did this!" and with only that as a warning, he picked up the groping where he had left it on the bike, earning himself a groan that let his ego bloom again.
"Heiji, you…you…" she panted, trying to brush his hands away but failed miserably.
'Honestly', Heiji thought, 'does she really have the smallest hope of succeeding and actually fending me off?? Even though her body more than agrees with MY actions? Jeez, women are strange.'
Yes, that was what Heiji figured out eventually but as he looked down at the beauty in his arms that was leaning against him, wriggling a bit against him and whose soft flesh he was teasing so very deliciously, he also decided that he didn't care one bit.
Suddenly, something near the basket caught his attention and a naughty idea sneaked inside his head (he even admitted being naughty today but put all the blame at Kazuha for her sexiness and skimpy outfit).
Depriving one of her soft mounds of its attention, he reached out and took the spoon that had been in the bowl with the whipped cream and lead it to her lips.
"Aahhh!" he encouraged her. Kazuha giggled but opened her mouth, letting Heiji feed her.
He grinned down at her, and re-filled the spoon with the yummy white substance, feeding it to her until she started protesting.
"Hey, that's enough. What about my figure!? You are going to make me fat!"
Again, his actions were even quicker than his brain. He took her open mouth as an opening and fed her another spoon, then dipped his head down and kissed her thoroughly without any warning; but Kazuha responded to the kiss with equal passion, which made Heiji grin inwardly since he knew that was a sign of how far Kazuha was already carried away . Or rather, a sign that he had done a fine job arousing his girlfriend.
Dropping the spoon, he reached in the bowl with his fingers, took some cream and smeared it on her cheek. She sat up a bit and turned to reveal her bewildered and surprised, almost shocked expression. "Heiji, what…?" she had no idea why she did not finish this sentence but she simply didn't feel capable of doing so…
"Well, then I am going to do something good for your skin!"
He rubbed it against her skin in circles, his smile betraying how much fun he was having. Done, he grinned at her wolfishly and leaned forward to lick the cream off her cheek.
"Hm, strange. Suddenly this tastes even sweeter. Do you think it has something to do with your cheeks? Are cheeks usually that sweet?"
Inwardly, he begged, almost prayed for her to play along and react. He smiled relieved as he read in her expression that she understood.
"Uhm, you see, I never tried it. But maybe you should try other spots; just to be sure it wasn't a unique occurrence!"
'Oh, I love the way she said that!' was all he could think before his hands moved to strip off the strap of her top, along with the one of her bra. Then he smeared a bit of cream on her shoulder and moved in to lick it clean again. She shuddered a little against his lips but tried to remain unmoving.
"Hm…" Heiji put on his thinking-expression. "Sweet too, but I am still not sure. I should make sure, don't you think?" he grinned naughtily in her face, his expression sending another shudder through the girl.
"Oh yes. If you must!"
He stripped off the other side of her top and tugged it down so that a huge part of her décolleté was visible. Taking some more of the whipped cream in his already sticky fingers, he spread it there and slowly, teasingly leaned down to clean her, taking his sweet time.
By this time, he was already cursing that he had chosen to wear jeans today, for the unyielding fabric was really starting to hurt him in some important body-parts. He only hoped that he could get rid of them very quickly. But that meant he had to take this up a bit.
He reached in the basket, took a small plastic-bottle out and emptied its content on her cleavage. Using his willing fingers, he spread the sweet chocolate-sauce on her just as willing flesh, smearing some with his dirty fingers on her nose, cheeks and arms as well.
"Heiji!" Kazuha tried to sound shocked, mainly because he had surprised her with the chocolate. Still, she found her words gone as his lips and tongue, oh-never forget the scandalous talented tongue of his, went to follow the trail of lust and chocolate his hands had left behind, and simply laid back to enjoy while her hands went to stroke his head affectionately.
Soon, he pulled back, grinning proudly at the completely ravished picture she now displayed.
"My, just look at you, all dirty, sticky and…wet!"
His grin must have hurt him, was one of her last rational thoughts, for it was simply too enormous as he said those words and grimaced with a thoroughly and obvious naughty expression down at her but not only at the spots that he had made sure that she'd be wet but also down to the spot between her legs.
Speaking of it, after saying what he had said and seeing her delicate blush, his hand developed a mind of its own and sneaked underneath her skirt as if to verify his words. After all, if he knew one thing it was that you could never claim something without proof.
Heiji grinned wider. Well, proof he had.
"And what…" she panted and took a deep breath to gather herself before going on. "What do you suggest we could d-do… a-about that?"
"Well, you know it's not far to my house. Maybe we should ride home and…"
'Continue riding there? - God, never knew I am such a pervert! Must be her influence, I am sure of that!'
"…uhm…make sure you take a shower. That looks like the only way to me!"
Taking a long moment to stare in his eyes, she nodded. "Okay then."
In unison they stood up and started collecting their things in record time. Almost done, she suddenly called out his name.
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'It is going to be torture, the way back to my house!'Quickly stuffing the blanket in the bag, he was already on his way to his motorcycle with the bags in one hand and with the other hand dragging a grinning Kazuha along with him.
And, Heiji found his thoughts coming true because about halfway back, he was driving himself simply because it would be faster this way; she decided it was time for "payback". Again, the poor motorcycle swayed dangerously as its owner groaned loudly.
Kazuha grinned where she was resting her head against his back and hold on tightly to him with one hand, torturing him further with her other. 'Stupid unyielding fabric!' she thought.
'I should have known she does not put up with "defeats" this easily. Stupid detective, what do you know, anyway?!' he railed against his own master-mind.
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"Kazuha-chan? Are you all right?"
"What?" Kazuha looked up and right into the concerned eyes of Ran.
"You have been staring at your ice-cream for the past several minutes and Heiji-kun looks like he is off in another world. What's wrong with you two?"
Kazuha turned her head towards Heiji. He seemed lost in thoughts as well and judging from the silly smile on his lips she knew that he must be thinking about the same event as she was.
"No, it's nothing. The ride to Tokyo was really exhausting for him. Well, for me, too." Kazuha gulped as secretly as she could, trying not to blush at her own words and betray herself. Yes, riding a plane with Heiji as your boyfriend really could be exhausting. Feeling the blush come up, she looked down again and quickly went on.
"In addition to that, I just had a déjà-vu concerning this cream and the chocolate. It's nothing grave, so don't worry. We just need some rest, that's all." She smiled her most convincing smile at her friend, hoping it'd be enough to make her believe that her words held the complete truth. After all, half of it really was true.
"Okay then." Ran sat back, looking a little relieved.
Kazuha looked back at her ice-cream, took another spoon full of the cold substance and ate it, soon finding herself drifting back to the memory she was torn out from. The really exciting and most vivid memory of what had happened after they had reached Heiji's house at that late afternoon a few weeks earlier.
Ran observed her friend for a little while and finally figured that she was lost in thoughts. Sighing, she looked quickly out of the window to her left, looking at the setting sun. Then she turned to her right and looked at the young man next to her. She knew his profile by heart, the shape of his nose, his chin, the bangs of his hair that hung wildly down to half cover his eyes… it was so much HIM and for a moment the sheer happiness of Shinichi sitting there, next to her, robbed her of her breath.
From the corner of his eyes, he noticed the girl's movement and turned to stare back in her eyes. She smiled at him, earning herself a smile from Shinichi in return that immediately warmed her heart up even more.
Under the table, he gently took her hand in his. Ran's cheeks painted a slight, faint rose but she was too happy and feeling way to snug to pull away. Instead, she laced her fingers through his.
Ever so slightly, she leaned in and against him, then lifted her head to whisper in his ear.
"Is it always going to be like this?"
"Like what?" Shinichi whispered back.
Ran smiled again at the young man she was leaning against and enveloped their intertwined hands with her free one. She looked at the ball of fingers, thinking about her words before she answered him without looking up.
"Like this!" she lifted their hands a bit. "So peaceful, comfortable, nice and simply…perfect!"
A little taken aback, the still young tantei thought about his answer. Should he lie to her and simply say "yes!"? He was so sick of those lies but at the same time didn't want to worry her even more. What was he to do?
"No…" he quietly, almost shamefully, answered her.
Ran's head shot up as she looked at him surprised. There was a little hurt in her eyes but also a strong, overwhelming wish for explanation.
He leaned a little closer to her, and broke the eye contact.
"I don't want to lie to you, Ran. It won't always be this nice and certainly not this peaceful…" he paused, side-glancing at her face to look for her reaction. She didn't say or do anything, just sat there and listened to him, face completely emotionless. Truthfully, this was freaking him out even more. "…but!" Shinichi went on, taking a deep breath.
Here it was, the one word she had prayed for.
"…but there also will be a lot of good times and even times that are…even more perfect than this, I promise!"
Shinichi didn't know if he had annoyed her with his answer, but he loved her too much to lie to her. He wanted that she knew what she was getting herself into and that she did it because she herself wanted it and not because she was blinded by nice words. The anticipation in his stomach was almost eating him from the insides.
To his surprise, and great relief, Ran only smiled. It was a smile that was maybe a little…odd, as he found, but certainly pretty and went right through him in a chilly shudder. Then she stretched a little, turned her head slightly and whispered her reply in his ear.
"I wouldn't want it any other way."
And, as if to seal her point, she stretched her neck a little more and pressed an endless soft kiss on his cheek before sitting back down properly.
Shinichi blinked a few times, confused then pulled back to look at her. Her cheeks were equally red and she held his gaze curiously but only for a moment before she had to look back down at their joined hands. At the moment it definitely felt like their hands were not the only thing between them that was joined. There was so much more…
He couldn't help himself, totally ignoring all the teasing possibilities that he offered Heiji, and laid his arm around her shoulder properly, pulling her softly to him. And in his warm embrace Ran smiled and cuddled in his arms.
At this moment, more than anything else, he wanted to tell her how much he loved her. Wanted to bare his feelings to her and tell her everything that he kept hidden in his heart for so long.
But could he really do it? Could he really risk hurting her the next moment if he had to transform back to Conan? It would only hurt her more.
More and more, stronger and stronger the feeling of total helplessness and worthlessness started to consume him. Helpless because there was nothing that he could do about the situation to make it any better and worthless because he didn't feel worthy of her.
And, there was still a last question that remained. Would she respond to his feelings in kind?
Did she love him in return?
He drew back a tiny bit and looked at her form, snuggled against his chest and in his arms comfortably, fitting against him like she were designed to be exactly where she was, in his arms, completing him.
Right away he felt shame and guilt wash over him. After all that they've been through, how could he question her feelings and her sincerity?
He knew that she loved him and although saying it was only a little different from showing each other ones feelings, it would still make the tiny difference; a tiny difference that was so hard to speak out. Nevertheless, he could life with it until he returned to his real body for good and won his fight against the evil that was responsible for all his problems.
Then he would say it along with his story and the most important question he would ever ask. Until then, he'd have to content himself with what he had, which was, honestly, not all that bad, knowing exactly that when that day finally arrived it'd make everything up to him and at the same time give him the opportunity to make it all up to her in return.
He hugged her tighter and kissed her forehead tenderly, almost carefully, lightly brushing his lips against her skin and in return felt her hand lay across his stomach, warming the spot it rested upon. They snuggled closer against one another, not saying a word, both knowing what the other felt. It was the comfortable silence that drew together, almost bound together, people deeply in love. Instead, they let their minds wander off and here and there cast their two, equally silent friends, who seemed to be with their minds at a whole different place, a couple of measuring gazes.
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