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Phone Conversations	By : Jelp Category: +. to F > Detective Conan/Case Closed Views: 10060 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Phone Conversations

Interlude I: Late Night Calls

            Conan groaned as he awoke, groggily trying to remember what he had been dreaming about. He felt disoriented and confused, especially when he noticed that the room was still dark except for the glow of his cell phone by his pillow. It was then that he realized that it had been his vibrating phone that had woken him.

            He sat up, his hand darting immediately for the phone and sent the call to his voicemail. His eyes glanced up from his bedroll to see Mouri Kogorou still sleeping. The sound of the buzzing thankfully hadn't woken the “sleeping” detective up. Taking a deep breath after looking at the time on his phone, Conan began to type up an e-mail.

            --It's late. What are you still doing up?--

            --Did I wake you? You didn't answer your phone. Can you call? I can't sleep. Will you help me?--

            Conan knew he should say he needed sleep, but what he knew he should do and what he knew he would do were two different things. Over the past two months, he'd lost count of how many of these late night calls and texts had woken him up.

            After the first time, he should have known things would end up like this. His identity was on the verge of being exposed again. He should stop it. Really, he should. But he knew there was no way he could say no to her. Making sure not to wake up Kogorou-oji-san, Conan opened the bedroom door and slipped out of the apartment and headed down to the Detective Agency's bathroom, making sure not to turn any of the lights on, though securely locking the doors behind him.

            Taking out his voice changer, Conan set the voice to his seventeen year old self before calling Ran back.

            "Shinichi," Ran greeted breathlessly. Conan tried to hold back a tired sigh, knowing how much sleep he was going to lose just by the sound of her voice. "I miss you."

            She always spoke those words to him as though to remind him that he was making her wait. It wasn't like he could help it. It wasn't like he wasn't doing everything in his power to get the antidote to turn him back. For the umpteenth time he thought about telling her what was really going on, if only to help them both sleep at night.

            "Ran, I'm really Conan. I got shrunk by an organization that would kill me and everyone I hold dear if they knew I was alive. Sorry, but you have to wait a bit longer." Yeah, right.

            Somehow the thought of telling Ran that he was actually living in her house in the body of the cute little seven year old was scarier than facing the black org one on one.

            "Ran..." Shinichi's voice spoke over the phone, never sure how to start these phone conversations. "I miss you too. If it weren't for this case, I'd be there with you now." It was the same over and over again, but he didn't know what else to tell her. She seemed to understand – to a degree.

            "I know," Ran said, her voice still breathless, almost automatic. Shinichi swallowed, realizing that Ran's mind wasn't on when he was coming back anymore. Instead, her mind was focused on the things they had promised each other when he did come back. Shinichi leaned back against the wall, licking his lips.

            "What are you wearing?"

            "I bought new panties today. They're red and see through," Ran began. Despite blushing, Shinichi didn't stifle the moan, feeling more at ease with these conversations after the past few months.

            "Is that all you're wearing?" Shinichi asked.

            "Y-yes. Do you want to see?"

            "Yes," Shinichi breathed. He wanted desperately to go up to her room to see in person, but knowing how horrible that would go over if Conan, not Shinichi, walked in on her. This whole situation was so messed up. He waited tense, as the notification on his phone indicated a new media message.

            Shinichi moved the phone away from his ear so he could look at the picture Ran had sent. The only light from the room came from her bedroom window. She lay on her bed, her left arm covering her naked chest as she sat on the bed looking at the camera phone shyly.

            "Ran," Shinichi moaned out, "you're so beautiful."

            "Ne, Shinichi. What would you do if you were here right now?" Ran asked, her voice even breathier.

            "Do you have everything there I sent you?"

            "Yes...I'm ready."

            "I'd lay you back on the bed and kiss your lips. My hands would massage those soft breasts of yours before I pulled down those panties."

            "Shinichi..."

            "I want you to touch yourself. I want you to think of the way my hands would feel massaging your breasts," Shinichi instructed, listening to the quiet moans and whimpers Ran made as she did as Shinichi told her. "Pull down your panties."

            "You're going too fast," Ran said.

            "Do you expect me to control myself with you wearing just those see through panties? I'd have them off of you in an instant, my mouth caressing your beautiful flower," Shinichi said with more confidence than he felt. God, what was he doing? His own imagination was turning him on. He squeezed his legs to try and keep himself from letting his imagination get too far ahead of him. He hadn't meant for these conversations to go so far. In fact, he was hoping to scare Ran away from calling him. Instead, the more he instigated, the more she wanted him to call.

            "Shin...ichi..."

            "Did you take them off?"

            "Y-Yes..."

            "Lick your fingers and caress yourself. Massage in circles."

            Shinichi squeezed his legs together tighter, knowing it was a losing battle. He could easily picture Ran's naked body lying flush on her bed. Her see through panties had left little to the imagination, and he could picture how her fingers would slide along her clit as she massaged herself as he'd told her to.

            "Use your other hand to touch your breast. Spread your legs wider."

            "Why...why so fast?" Ran asked.

            Shinichi tried to calm his breathing. He wanted it to end quickly for so many reasons – so he didn't feel the guilt tugging at his stomach at what they were doing. So he could sneak back upstairs to see if he could catch a glimpse of Ran heading to the bathroom to clean up. So he could take care of his own orgasm. So they could both pretend to try to get the sleep they both knew wouldn't come after their conversation ended...

            "I don't want to make you wait any more than you have to," Shinichi murmured. "Are your legs spread?"

            "Yes."

            "How wet are you?" Shinichi asked. "Are you wet enough?" Not that he had any actual experience of how wet was wet enough, but his imagination ran rampant.

            "Yes." Ran was saying yes, but there was hesitation in her voice. Shinichi suspected that she had kept on asking if the reason he was going so fast was because he wanted to get back to sleep. He knew she felt guilty about the phone calls that woke him up, but he also knew that if she didn't call him that she wouldn't fall asleep. He'd rather he got less sleep and that she got some sleep.

            "Lick your fingers again. Press your clit with your thumb and put just your middle finger inside – slowly."

            The thought that Ran was just upstairs doing what he told her to felt too unfair. If only he were in his regular body. Then...well, maybe not. How many times had he told himself that he didn't know how things would have turned out if he hadn't been shrunk? When would he have built up the courage to confess his feelings to her? It would have been far different than how he had confessed in London.

            "Shinichi? Shinichi?" Ran sounded anxious.

            "I'm still here. I was just imagining what it would be like if I were really there, kissing your body, putting my tongue inside you, making sure you were ready for me to make love to you." As soon as he said it, he wished he hadn't. He didn't want her to dwell on the fact that he wasn't there, but rather the fantasy he had been trying to create for her. "I would kiss your inner legs from your knees to your thighs before kissing your clit."

            "I...I wish you were here for that too," Ran murmured.

            "Are you ready?" Shinichi asked.

            "Yes. Which one should I use?"

            "Use the vibrating one." Shinichi imagined the blue vibrating dildo he had bought for Ran, slipping inside her body, moving past the lips of her sex, getting nice and wet from her womanhood. "Do you want it hard and fast or soft and slow?" Shinichi murmured.

            "Hard...but slow...want it...bad...I'm nice and wet for you Shinichi, just for you. I want you to make love to me!"

            Instead of the dildo, Shinichi imagined what it would feel like to slide inside of Ran, sinking into her tight body, hard but slow, filling her and pushing into her as deep as he could go before slowly moving in and out of her again and again. He told her so, telling her how much he would love to be moving in and out of her body.

            "Shin--ichi!" Ran moaned out, the nngh, and grunts of her orgasms loud and clear over the phone. Shinichi moaned at the sound. After a moment, Ran asked, "Did you cum too?"

            "Ah, of course!" Shinichi lied. "How do you feel?"

            "Mmm, good. Tired now," Ran sighed contentedly. Shinichi smiled.

            "I'm glad I can wear you out. You should get some sleep. I worry about you, Ran," Shinichi confessed.

            "I worry about you too. I wish you would come home soon...I wish..." Ran started.

            "Ne, ne. How can I show my face to my beloved girlfriend if I can't solve this case? But I'm finding more clues. And these calls help motivate me to get it done faster to come home!" Shinichi lied, trying to make light of the case.

            "Oyasumi, Shinichi."

            "Oyasumi, Ran."

            He hung up the phone, trying to forget that he wasn't Kudou Shinichi, but Edogawa Conan. But even when he became Kudou Shinichi again, he wasn't sure what he would do when he saw Ran face to face. He wanted to marry her, so he was sure that eventually the two of them would really have sex. But if he saw her and she didn't want to, well, he couldn't blame her, but it would be so hard to be around her. As Conan, she embraced him and touched him almost every day. If she found out his true identity and stopped that...he supposed it would be just like how Ran felt, unable to truly be with him.

            Listening carefully, he heard Ran using the bathroom upstairs, cleaning up from their phone sex. He waited another ten minutes before going back upstairs, not bothering to take care of his hard-on. It would be a while before he would be able to sleep, but if Ran was suffering from being away from him, this was only fair, right?

            He laughed humorously to himself, thinking of how Haibara would tell him he was an idiot if she knew what was going on. These late phone calls were starting to get to him…yet he wouldn’t ever wish for Ran to stop calling him. Conan rubbed his eyes, knowing that he would have a hard time staying awake in class tomorrow with how completely non-stimulating his coursework was. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

Hope you're enjoying the story so far! ~ Jelp
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