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Phone Conversations	By : Jelp Category: +. to F > Detective Conan/Case Closed Views: 10057 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Phone Conversations

Interlude II: In Person

            "Shinichi," Ran breathed his name against his lips before his mouth covered hers. One hand tangled in her soft hair while the other wrapped around her waist, pulling her soft, warm body closer to his. Her hands gripped at his chest before she slid them up his shoulders to wrap around his neck, her chest coming flush against his.

            Shinichi moaned into the kiss, feeling her breasts press fully, wonderfully against him. Her mouth moved against his as he slowly pushed her forward, the two of them stumbling back until he had her pinned against the wall. He put his hands on either side of her head, his body still touching, but not pressing flush up against hers. He moved away from her slowly, his eyes half-lidded as he stared down at her.

            Ran opened her eyes, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving at their sudden kiss. He leaned forward, cupping her face as he kissed her forehead, tenderly. Shinichi breathed in, smelling the flowery scent of her shampoo. He inhaled again, deeper, flushing as sudden images of Ran running her fingers through her hair as she lathered the shampoo, the soapy suds washing away, running down her lean, naked body.

            "Ran, I-" Shinichi began, the words dying on his lips.

            "Please, Shinichi. Please. T-touch me. Like how you say on th-the phone," Ran said, her hands gripping his, leading them to her chest. His eyes darted to her chest, her hands pressing his against her breasts. He groaned, his groin twitching, already hard just from kissing her.

            "Ran, are you sure?" Shinichi said, his words husky, hopeful, but damnit, he had to ask.

            "Touch me!" Ran moaned as she pressed his hands against her. Shinichi needed little more encouragement as he began to cup her breasts, feeling her blouse slide over the silkiness of the bra beneath, her breasts warm beneath his hands. He leaned forward and kissed her again, despite the awkward angle, as he kept stroking and kneading her breasts.

            "Kami-sama, Ran. You feel so good." Shinichi found himself pressing harder into her, his mouth coaxing hers open as he began to suck on her lips, his tongue sliding along her lips and into her mouth. Ran's hands gripped his shirt, tugging before sliding to his back and finally back to her own shirt.

            Ran broke away the kiss as she looked down, her hands fumbling with the buttons on her shirt. Shinichi stopped kneading, his hands coming up to grips hers.

            "Ran -"

            "Please, please, Shinichi," Ran pleaded, her eyes wide and almost desperate. "I want you."

            "I, Ran, not...I want you too, but not yet. Not-"

            "Shinichi," Ran said, her voice breaking into almost sobs. He groaned. He did NOT want her to cry. He let go of her hands and put both of his on her face and kissed her again. He wanted her to know how much he loved her. How much he wanted to make love to her. But he didn't want her to be filled with regrets when he vanished on her again.

            "You are so beautiful, so wonderful. I want to make love to you so badly. But I want to wait until I can come back for good. Until I-" he gasped, his words sputtering as her hand had come down to stroke his groin through his pants. Her strokes were unsure, testing, curious, soft, and sending fire through his body. He'd been saying something but he couldn't remember a word of it.

            He panted, dazed as her strokes grew bolder. She stopped suddenly, giving his head a moment to clear before he realized she had unzipped his fly and was working on undoing the button. He grabbed her hands and pinned her wrists against the wall.

            "Damnit, Ran! That's distracting," Shinichi growled even as he pressed his body into hers. She smiled at him playfully.

            "I like flustering you," Ran giggled a little as she rubbed her groin against his and leaned forward to kiss him. He pressed her body back against the wall and kissed her back, fully, harshly. He ground his hips into her as he kissed her harder, nipping at her lips. He pulled back to look at her, feeling even more aroused, but hoping that he would scare her into realizing if things kept up at this rate...he could very well hurt her.

            Instead, she moaned and panted looking thoroughly pleased with herself. Shinichi groaned, half in exasperation and half in pleasure.

            "Ran..."

            "Please, make love to me. Please!" Shinichi's mind worked frantically. At this rate, he wouldn't be able to say no to her, but he wouldn't really be making love to her. He'd be fucking her. Hard. He was afraid of hurting her, but perhaps...

            "I love you," Shinichi murmured before his hands once again returned to her chest, his lips claiming hers again. He all but tore her buttons of her shirt. Shinichi pushed back the blouse, looking at the silky bra beneath it. His fingers ran over the front of the fabric before he ran his thumbs gently, deliciously, across where her nipples were. Ran moaned at his actions. He rubbed in circles, listening to her moans as he began to tug her bra down, watching as her breasts popped up from the support. Shinichi gasped in pleasure, watching the way her breasts bounced as he moved them, her nipples peaking as he ran his thumbs over them.

            Ran moaned, her face flushed as she watched his hands fondle her body. Her hands began to play with his hair as his lips moved, tentatively to begin sucking on her breasts. She gasped and gripped his hair tighter as he began to suck and nip at her.

            "Oh, Shinichi!"

            A thrill went through him. He was sucking on Ran's breasts, a forbidden, lustful fantasy coming true. He trailed kisses from one nipple to the other, lavishing his tongue on the pink nub, listening greedily to the pleasured sounds Ran was making.

            His hands trailed down her sides, stroking her firm, toned stomach until he undid her button and zipper, sliding her pants down around her ankles. He pulled away from her, looking at the way she looked for a brief moment, his cock leaking at her state of partial dress – matching red and black silky bra and panties, her black pants down around her ankles and her red blouse open, showing him her breasts popping out of her bra.

            He looked into her eyes as his fingers slipped into her panties. She gasped and grabbed at him as he felt the soft brush of her hair. His fingers wandered further, exploring, stroking her as his eyes watched her. Ran's mouth opened in a silent moan of pleasure, but she turned her head, away from him.

            Pressing his fingers against her clit, he watched her squirm and moan. He stroked, pressed, stroked, pressed, again and again, loving the way she reacted to him.

            Ran gripped his shoulders, still refusing to meet his gaze as he slipped his fingers down feeling how slick she was. He couldn't quite describe the feeling, but his mind was able to supply him with a blissful replication of what it would feel like to sink himself into such tight slickness. He inserted his middle finger inside her as his thumb pressed her clit.

            "Shinichi!" Ran gasped again, throwing her head back as she panted. Shinichi continued to stroke and press, watching as her body tightened and spasmed around him. Shinichi moaned, his cock pulsing and leaking as he watched her orgasm. Her body shook and she tightened her legs around his hand. After her release he stopped moving his hand, but he didn't pull away – couldn't – as her legs were gripping him there.

            Flushing in embarrassment, Ran finally released his grip. She finally looked up at him. Shinichi gave her a half smile, but it seemed his intentions were read on her face.

            "No!" Ran said, clutching at his shirt. "I meant it. I really want you to make love to me. Making me...making me, orgasm...I want you to c-cum inside me," Ran said. Shinichi's cock twitched, quite happy at that prospect. Shinichi groaned, pressing his legs together slightly in response to her words.

            "I'm not prepared. I don't have a condom-"

            "I'm on birth control," Ran said immediately. Shinichi raised his eyebrows at her, surprised. He'd never once seen her taking birth control pills, and he had to stop himself to ask when she started. She didn't know he and Conan were one in the same, and couldn't exactly say, "I've never seen you take pills." But, logically, she wouldn't have likely told Conan something like that, and she wouldn't lie to him about something like that, so it had to be true.

            In his indecision, she dropped to her knees, fumbling with his pants. He was caught off guard as she pushed his pants to the ground. Roughly, she pulled his cock to her mouth and kissed his head before licking his cock. Shinichi gasped, putting his hands in her hair again as she slowly began to lick him and take him into her mouth.

            He tried not to move his hips, he did, but he couldn't help trying to press himself deeper into her hot, moist mouth. She looked so beautiful, half dressed, giving him a blow job. He really, really wanted her. And she wanted him.

            Going against logic, he pulled himself away from her very talented mouth.

            She looked up at him, a bit of his precum smeared on her lips. He pulled her to her feet, wiped her mouth, and kissed her hungrily again. This time he pushed her back toward the bed as he fumbled to get her out of her clothes.

            Awkwardly, they explored each others’ naked bodies for a moment before Ran lay down, beautifully naked upon the bed.

            "I'm ready," she said, her chest heaving. He couldn't speak, merely nodded. He spread her legs slightly, settling between her legs before guiding his head to her entrance.

            "If - if it hurts, tell me," Shinichi said as he propped himself up with his other hand and began to press himself inside of her. She moaned and squirmed. "R-ran?"

            "M-move," Ran said, her face slightly pinched. Shinichi sank all the way inside her, and he stilled, almost coming from the movement. Kami-sama...he was, they were...

            His body began to move, his hips jerking as his shaft sank in and out of her body, feeling like his entire body was on fire as all he felt was the warm, tight, slick pleasure of his cock sliding in and out of Ran.

            "Ran!" Shinichi breathed, his body working up a sweat as he began to move faster. Her hips came up to meet her thrusts, her arms snaked around his back.

            Ran looked like a goddess, her breasts bouncing against him as he moved in and out of her, her hair in lush waves around her face, her mouth open, panting. He pressed a wet, sloppy kiss to her open mouth as his pace picked up.

            Her hands ran up and down his back, her nails digging in as she pulled him deeper into her body.

            "Nng, un!" Her hips jerked up as her body suddenly clenched tight. On the downward stroke he realized she was coming. As he pulled back he began to orgasm as well, his body fully orgasming on the next downward stroke. He tried to call out her name, but knew it didn't sound like anything intelligent.

            His body shook in utter bliss as he rammed into her, emptying himself into her soft, willing body. He moved his hips harshly as his orgasm faded. His arms shook as he lowered his body onto hers, their skin sticking slightly due to their perspiration.

            "I love you," he murmured next to her ear as he pulled out of her. She winced a little at his movement, but when he lay down next to her, she didn't move much.

            "I love you, too."

            "Are you okay?" Shinichi asked, stroking the hair away from her face and from where she was leaning on her one arm so he didn't accidentally lay on it.

            "Mm-hmm," she murmured as she cuddled up against him. He stroked her hair, looking at her, feeling so lucky to have her in his life, feeling guilty that he'd given in...and unable to help the smugness at seeing her so sated and pleasured.
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