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Fanfic: Detective Conan/Case Closed

Relationship and Characters: Shinichi Kudo/Shiho Miyano/Hidemi Hondou

What Shiho is Not Doing Tonight!

Summary

Shiho would never, ever have a sexual fantasy about Shinichi or Rena . And especially not about the both of them.

Plot

Shiho having fantasies about Shinichi and Rena separately, then about the two of them and her all together.

A/N: Quick thank you to my friend Vivglam and also BeautifulWhiteLiar ... for theirinteraction and motivating me... also to others who follow and favorite this.

PS: This is me first time attempting such a describing/Narrating style... all an imagination within an imagination...But it wont be a rocket science to understand the sense inside this fluff...

It is a warm summer Friday night and Shiho Miyano is not doing a lot of things. She is not, for instance, out partying like all the cadets, who are celebrating their new found freedom from exams. Nor is she driving down to the town to take the train to Osaka for a few days' summer vacation. She is not even blowing off steam after-hours in the forensic center.

What she is doing is forensic investigation exactly what her forte is, which means she will be here for a couple more hours, holed up in her office and spending the whole time thinking about what she is not doing. She will not be going out for her traditional end-of-term beer with Shinichi, since Shinichi canceled on her at the last minute to go to a nature preserve or some other stupid bullshit with Rena . She is not unhappy about this, she insists to herself. She might consider it a little unfair, but when was there ever any sense in getting angry? Wallowing in melodrama never solved everything, so she might as well just get on with what needed to be done.

Above all things, she tells herself, she certainly is not jealous. Absolutely not that. Even if she did not exactly approve of Shinichi's choice in girlfriends, what would she have to be jealous of? Sure, she and Shinichi had fucked more than a few times during their student days, but they'd never had a relationship or anything. Besides, that was years ago. It wasn't like there still anything between them, or like she was still attracted to him at all. Shinichi's eyes, hip bones, his shoulders and the way the water poured down them when he'd been in the rain or the shower, the whole "I'm-too-rock'n'roll-to-give-a-shit-what-I'm-supposed-to-look-like" look of his artfully disheveled hair... they all had no appeal to her now.

Well, OK!, maybe they did. A little. OK OK more than a little so what?

But she figured that even if she and Shinichi ever hooked up again, she could be a lot more discreet about it than Rena was. Not at all like the revolting groaning that Shiho had to listen to through the hotel walls every time Rena invited herself along on a Police mission. If she and Shinichi ever wanted to get together again, it would be totally different.

Shiho would be working late in the office some night - OK, some night exactly like tonight. Shinichi would suddenly poke his head through the door, having just returned from a late-night case and after suiting himself in shower, his hair still damp from the shower, shirtless, maybe a towel slung over his shoulder. As he had always had been, he would be about as blunt as humanly possible: "I'm horny. You wanna fuck or something?"

She assures herself that she is not wishing for any such thing to happen, that absolutely no part of her keeps wishing that at any moment he might indeed wander through the door half-dressed. But she can be honest with herself and say that if he did, she would be entirely willing to take him up on the invitation. Shinichi's propositions were curt and crispy on the surface, but silently he would have known that she wanted a break from the occupational gauntlet she always put herself through. And she could imagine how things would proceed from there: an embrace, a few perfunctory kisses on the lips and up and down their necks, her hands on his ass and his on her breasts first through her blouse and then underneath it. Their hands would cross each others stomachs as they reach to unzip each others pants.

They'd done this enough times that they wouldn't need to talk, because they already knew what they wanted and how to turn each other on. Shiho would not want to talk anyway, because she does enough explaining things and over-analyzing the whole day and wants something more visceral. It would just be sex, Randier sex the way she preferred it: no emotional bullshit, no demands on each other, only skin on skin, bodies against bodies, two people who know exactly how to drive each other to the peak of desire and then get each other off.

Shinichi had always been good at that kind of sex. Like when Shiho first got promoted to senior forensic officer and they'd gone out for a few drinks together and then thought it would be funny to stop at a sex toy store and by the end of the night had ended up lying across each other on her bed, stark naked and surrounded by empties and condom wrappers or Contraceptives only knew what they'd bought at the store. Or when they had been so bored driving across the endless Tokyo highways to pick up some cadets from Hyde Park that she'd decided to blow him in the car and they somehow managed not to run off the road during any of it and even made it to Hyde Park twenty minutes ahead of schedule. Or the times during her analysis when he'd get sick of hearing about Post mart-um and blood tests and just give her that "you-know-you-want-to-fuck-me" look the whole session, so that as soon as her analysis was complete, she'd have to drag him straight to the storage closet in the officers' lounge. Before now, that was. Before Shinichi had to drag Rena along to every case briefing and make their stupid kissy faces at each other. Rena would of course report the whole story on the news. With her candy tone "Kudo Shinchi solves another "..."and another".

Well, that was his choice. Shinichi had been an excellent fuck during their undergraduate trysts, but she knows times have changed. Shiho is far too sensible to let herself get stuck on any guy who was seeing someone else.

But, she thinks – but if they were still going at it, she can imagine they would be on the desk, papers scattering all over the floor. Shinichi would be on top of her at first; it would be hot and hard and Shiho would not have to think about anything else. And after she came the first time, she would start to rise and, hands on his shoulder, guide him backwards until she had him seated in her chair. Then she would straddle him and fuck him that way, with him seated and playing with her clit while she was in control and rode his cock until he came inside her and -

Shiho catches herself as her hand is halfway to her skirt. Whoa, getting a little carried away there. She had meant to be merely idly speculating, nothing more. She certainly is not getting wrapped up in thinking about having sex with Shinichi. She is busy analyzing spicimen and making inferences. But her pen, she realizes, had slipped out of her hand without even realizing it, and it is obvious she got a little distracted. She picks up the fallen instrument, moves onto the next sample, and tries not to think the other things she could be doing tonight.

The second thing Shiho is not doing tonight is telling Rena what exactly she thinks of her flakiness and selfishness. Sometime, she imagines, she might have to deliver something to Rena 's apartment. (It was the flimsiest of excuses, of course, but since when did a good revenge fantasy ever need a plausible set-up?) Rena would probably already be getting ready for bed – at 9:30! - and would answer the door in her nightgown, while Shiho would still have several more hours of planning to look forward to. If this was reality, Shiho would just shove the package into Rena 's hands and leave, feeling slightly grumpier than she had before.

But she can imagine that it would be different in this world of things she only wanted to do. In this world, Rena 's early bedtime would somehow be the final straw. The floodgates would open and Shiho would tell Rena how sick she was of Rena 's bullshit, of seeing her prance around all day with Shinichi and treating everyone who has having less fun as if they were morally deficient. Didn't she realize that some people worked for a living instead of mooching off the monthly checks they secretly collected from their rich CIA fathers? Some people weren't little princesses who expected the world to revolve around them, some people weren't so irresponsible as to run away from home and live in a train, some people didn't keep dragging their boyfriends to half-baked protest rallies and making everyone at Park sign their stupid Anarchist Monthly petitions...

It would be sensible, Shiho knows, just to ignore people who irritated her, but something about Rena always got under skin. She did not desire merely to be rid of Rena 's presence but to change Rena, to claim her for the side of staid, responsible people. And so some tempestuous mix of desire and frustration might compel her to make a move on Rena, to want to feel Rena 's skin and have her arms around Rena 's back and on Rena 's chest and neck even as she was telling Rena how much she hated her. And while Rena was still looking surprised, Shiho's hand would go straight under the nightgown for Rena 's pussy -

She has set down the red pen, stopping halfway through her observations. OK, there was no way she was going to a decent job on these tests were as long as she was wrapped up in imaging what she would absolutely not do to Rena. She might as well finish playing this one out.

But – she reassures herself – she doesn't really want to hate-fuck Rena. And Rena wouldn't ever laugh off Shiho's whole tirade, saying that she had heard this all thousand times before. That this was nothing new, that Rena knew Shiho only acted this way because, even if she would never admit it, she longed to live life a little more the way Rena did: a little less for other people and a little more for herself, a little less caution and a little more reckless pursuit of self-fulfillment. Shiho, Rena would say, was clearly the silly one here; always trying so hard to live up to these lofty standards that no one cared about but Shiho herself. Didn't she realize she'd be a lot happier if she stopped being so serious?

And Rena wouldn't suddenly pin Shiho up against the end table. Because then Shiho would she realize she was the one who had something to learn. Then Rena 's lips, hovering dangerously close to Shiho's, and her wild brown eyes, locked on Shiho's own, would be daring Shiho to quit being so uptight and serious and to just once tell the rest of the world: kiss my ass, I'm out to get what I want. Shiho would be trying not to stare down Rena 's chest, pressed up against her own and only half covered by the nightgown. And when Rena kisses her, when their tongues meet and Shiho feels more liberated than she has in ages, she would be forced to concede that Rena has a point, that she has just been waiting for someone to free her from the rules she imposed on herself. Somewhere in the midst of this, her pants would end up on the floor and she would not even be sure if it was herself or Rena who had removed them, but it would not really matter. Not when Rena is kissing her again, is slowly trailing her fingertips down Shiho's back as if she somehow already knew Shiho loved this, and Shiho is slipping the nightgown straps over Rena 's shoulders and catching Rena 's nipples between her fingers.

Rena 's fingers would curl around the waistband of Shiho's lacy thong. "And here I thought you were only into wearing sensible things." Shiho would have nothing to say to that, because she cannot deny that she wants to stop being so practical, to actually live all the crazy and life-affirming experiences she only imagines herself having. And when Rena pulls the thong away, Shiho would not protest, and when two slender, maybe even dainty fingers go inside her, Shiho would be almost begging for it. She would surrender and let the princess and those delicate fingers carry her away into a life of passions chased and dreams pursued and minds spoken and by the time Shiho climaxes she is not really thinking about much of anything at all.

Slowly they would regain their breath. Shiho would still be trying to piece together what the hell just happened, but Rena would just be terribly amused with herself. She would standing over Shiho, admiring her efforts at making Shiho go wild, smiling at her flushed cheeks and ragged breathing. And then Rena would do her patented mock-scowl and insist that now that she had gotten Shiho off, Shiho owed her an orgasm or two.

Like being jolted awake in the midst of drifting off to sleep, Shiho suddenly realizes that this fantasy, too, has gotten terribly out of hand. Rena and her teasing eyes disappear and Shiho reaches for her coffee mug. It was one thing to imagine chewing out Rena for being lazy; how the hell had she gotten sidetracked into them fucking? A terrible job concentrating tonight, really. She had got to stay focused if she wanted to get through the rest of these forensic testing.

But she is only halfway through the next specimen when Rena re-appears in her mind, coyly sprawled out on the couch, nightgown still half-off, watching Shiho with amusement and twisting her hair around her finger in that semi-obnoxious, semi-arousing way. "You know you want me," Rena says, and Shiho does. She wants to somehow break into Rena 's far more interesting life and become part of it. She wants her hands and her lips all over Rena, through her hair and down her neck and on her breasts and her hips and her ass and her thighs. (Rena had a great body, Shiho always admitted that much; she couldn't blame Shinichi for wanting to screw her, only for wanting to date her.) She wants to see how hard she can make Rena come.

And when Rena beckons, maybe Shiho would comply, and maybe she would be playing with Rena 's hair, and kissing and stroking and pinching her breasts, and her tongue would trace along the outline of Rena 's chest and then her collarbone, and then the nightgown would come all the way off. And Shiho would find herself only too happy to have her head between Rena 's thighs, to now be focused solely on giving pleasure to the woman whom twenty minutes ago she had been yelling at. She would delight with every moan and squirm she elicited from Rena, on driving her crazy and making her completely subservient to Shiho's ministrations. And by the time Rena was writhing on the couch mid-orgasm, Shiho, somehow, would for the first time feel they were on mutual ground. As if she had now proved her worth to Rena , as if she had been waiting for a chance to make herself part of Rena 's libertine life.

Shiho does not have to ponder the implications of this, however, because it will never happen and she is definitely not delivering anything to Rena 's apartment tonight. Shiho is also very much not getting hot and bothered thinking about this at her desk. But she heads for the ladies' room just in case.

She was just entertaining idle thoughts as a break from grading, she tells herself. She has most certainly not been spending the past half-hour fantasizing. Or if she had been, they certainly weren't sexual fantasies. They were just... fantasies that happened to involve sex. After all, she could hardly to be said to be harboring any secret lusts when she couldn't even decide at whom they were directed. Was she wanting to steal Shinichi away from Rena, or Rena away from Shinichi? If she couldn't even decide that, surely this didn't constitute any kind of actual desire.

Shiho pokes her head into the bathroom. As she suspected, everyone else has already gone back to their rooms and the ladies bathroom is as silent and lifeless as a ghost town. Perfect. She slips into one of the stalls and closes the door behind her.

Anyway, it wasn't like she wanted the both of them. It was not like she could imagine herself crammed into bed with the two of them, spending until practically dawn having sex with them in any and every possible combination. How would a scenario like that even happen? Well, she supposed it could on some Police mission, maybe when they were tracking a lethal criminal in some remote town. Rena of course wanting to break the news with latest update on the police works. They would all be staying at some obscure hotel, with no one they knew anywhere in town, let alone the hotel, and they would feel disconnected from their normal lives, from the usual rules and roles that constrained them. And maybe – in this alternate universe that, would never actually come true – she had already fucked them both separately and they wanted her again and had been plotting the whole trip to get her into bed with them. That wouldn't be entirely implausible.

Maybe then, when they had just finished reviewing their last briefing in Shinichi's hotel room and Shiho was leaving for her own room for the night, Rena would stop her and ask where Shiho was going. Hadn't this whole day together been leading up to their finally having a threesome? Where did Shiho think she was going? Shinichi would concur and say he was sick of them dodging around this and it would be pretty stupid for Shiho to walk out now given how much time she spent lusting over them.

And Shiho would have to try to play it cool and concede that she might be willing to agree to this, might have fun joining them in bed, without looking like she'd just won the lottery. She would set her suitcase back down on their floor and take out the pajamas she didn't expect to be wearing for very long. There would be the now-torturous procedure of getting ready for bed, through which Shiho would try to be as nonchalant as possible, as if having three-ways with her coworkers was everyday stuff for her. But she would be feeling like had to stop her heart from beating right through the wall of her chest while she waited for Shinichi to brush his teeth in his boxers and Rena to change into her nightgown.

She would not be sure if this was going to be her most liberating sexual experience or her most terrible. But when she had finished washing her face and taking out her contacts, Rena would be already curled up in bed, watching her with a look of eager anticipation. Shinichi would sneak up and grab her ass and she would see that he was already hard. And by the time she climbed into their bed, they would all be eying each each other and thinking about what they wanted to do to each other and she would know that this is what they all desired.

Shiho is not masturbating to these thoughts. She just happened to feel like getting off. The thoughts are a coincidence.

There would be slightly nervous laughing, and glances both awkward and lusty. And then kissing, Shinichi kissing Shiho and Rena kissing Shiho and Shinichi kissing Rena and Shinichi kissing Shiho's lips while Rena kissed her neck. Clothes would be removed in a tangle of hands and undergarments and bedsheets and fingers straying where they produce audible gasps from another's lips. And now she and Shinichi are fucking while Rena watches from the corner of the bed and gets herself off, and then Shinichi and Rena are going at it while Shiho is behind Rena and playing with Rena 's tits and it is finally joyous and hot seeing them together, delighting in their bodies, and then she and Rena somehow find themselves 69ing and for the first time Shiho is finding Rena 's constant moans cute and sexy, and then they are taking turns blowing Shinichi while he fingers first Rena and then Shiho, and ...

Somewhere around this point, Shiho has stopped pretending not to want this completely, not to want the both of them in any and every combination possible, not to wish dearly that this was life she could actually have. She comes hard, her back arching against the porcelain behind her, feeling herself flush and her body run away from her. She continues to sit there, watching her fingers still tremble several minutes after her orgasm, a little surprised at how vivid that whole fantasy had gotten. Was she really that into them? Somehow she cannot think of anything but Rena and Shinichi smirking at her in response. All right, you win, she concedes. You're hot and sexy and I'm the lonely loser. Is that what you wanted to hear from me?

But, any rate, that entertaining diversion was over. She hasn't forgotten that she still had some work to do. Even in the throes of passion (real or imaginary), Shiho Miyano was still a woman who remembered what her duty and her purpose was. Back to the office.

Fate being what it is, though, she is somehow not surprised when sees which two people had showed up to wait outside her door. "Oh, there you are," Shinichi says. "We were wondering where'd you'd disappeared to."

"I was, uh, thinking about some things. Why are you two here? I thought you had your cases to go to."

Shinichi shrugs. "It sucked. We decided to go home."

Rena tugs on Shinichi's hand, firmly ensconced in her own. "And I convinced Shinichi he was being a jerk for never seeing you anymore, so we wanted to invite you over. We thought you might want to hang out instead of spending all night in your office doing ..." She looks around. "...whatever you're wasting time on."

"I'm making reports," Shiho insists. "But, uh ... sure. Let's do that." Well, that had certainly come out of nowhere, unless Shiho had suddenly acquired the mutant superpower to will things into being through her sexual fantasies. (Probably not, but wouldn't that be exciting?) But, gosh, she needs a break, any kind of break, even if it means being the third wheel.

They are headed down the hall to the elevator. Shiho is an experienced Shinichi-watcher and she can tell from the look on his face – half glower, half glum frown – that he feels bad for standing her up earlier. He hasn't bothered to say anything, but they both know it doesn't matter, because Shiho already understands what he is thinking. But then Rena glares at him, and he is goaded into speaking up. "Hope you haven't been feeling too left out, Shiho."

"Oh, well. I wouldn't want to break up Beika's towns own lovebirds." Shiho isn't sure why she says things like this, or how much of it is sarcastic.

"...whatever." Shinichi gives a non-committal nod. "We've got time for you. And I'm sure Rena 's got a few beers in the fridge if you want to crack one open for the end of the term after all."

They get in the elevator. "Yeah, half the city is gone for their summer break, I think," Rena says, "so we've pretty much got the block to ourselves." She casts a critical eye at Shiho and her boring, uptight life. "Not that Shiho would ever want to stay up all night doing anything wild and crazy."

Shiho is starting to smirk.

"Uh, would you, Shiho?"

There are a lot of things Shiho might or might not be doing tonight.

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