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As soon as her lips met his, a hot tingle shot through Ran's body; the feeling of his lips on hers rattling every nerve and bone in her body, shaking her to the very core. Ran drew away in alarm.
What did I just do?
Her hands grabbed the grass around her, pulling it, trying her hardest to get away...away from this. Unfortunately, Conan wasn't about to let her go. Locking his arms around her waist, he pulled her in closer, kissing her once more. His mouth stroked hers gently while Conan pressed his free hand on Ran's neck, pushing her head closer. Ran gasped when she felt a hot tongue entering her mouth; exploring it.
She let out a small moan and let herself fall onto the grass with a soft thud, winding her arms around him, clawing the soft material covering his back. The lovers finally broke the kiss, not because they wanted to but because of the need for precious oxygen. But soon his lips were on hers again slowly going down her neck, nibbling, biting it gently. "Aghnn cona-a-an kun..."
His soft lips left leathery traces on her neck as he slowly went down...and down. A loud moan escaped her when Conan kissed a particularly sensitive spot, and deciding it was time to turn the tables Ran hooked her leg around his and flipped their bodies. This time Ran was on top. She grinned.
"Conan-kun..."
The hairs on his neck stood, when her sensual voice entered his ears. She ebnt forward, licking his earlobe; sending a shiver down his spine. Ran let her hands wander beneath his shirt and she purred into his ears.
"Now, it's my turn."
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Up-down, up-down.
He watched her chest rise and fall in a slow rhythm from the rear view mirror of the car. It had begun raining a few minutes ago and luckily from them, escaped dry. Conan shivered as the cool air of the air conditioning pounded at his bare chest. He barely managed to dress himself after the...ahem...love making session. A heavy blush found its way to his pale skin, turning it a crimson red. He stole a glance at the half-dressed lover sleeping soundly in the backseat. Conan let his eyes trace the beautiful curves of her body before turning his attention back to the road.
His wildest dreams had come true.
He made love to Mouri Ran.
"Although I'm not the first..."a lump lodged itself in his throat, before he swallowed harshly. "No, that doesn't matter anymore."
Conan pressed on the pedal a little harder, and they sped through the night. The remaining thoughts bit at his mind like a plague, never ceasing its relentless attack. What comes after this? Was this wrong? Would it change anything?
He swallowed, a ball of fear curling at his stomach.
Would she hate him?
For just one moment of pleasure, he had jeopardized their relationship. He wasn't supposed to touch her. She was the forbidden fruit that he was never allowed to have. But Conan took it anyway.
The car slowly skidded to a stop in front of the Mouri Detective Agency.
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A/N:
Helloooo you guys! Sorry for not updating for so long! I kinda had the writer's block. Good news is that I'm back so look out for more chapters! *rides off into the sunset with cola sweets*