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The Worst Nights	By : Grim_Reaper Category: +. to F > Detective Conan/Case Closed Views: 7558 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Worst Nights
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Heist nights were the hardest on both of them. Kaito would always return first, still dressed in his thieving garb and the night’s prize tucked safely in his pocket. His eyes held a glint of pride, but it was mostly exhaustion written across his face. She would greet him with a kiss and together they’d hold the jewel up to the moon. Their eyes would search ravenously for even a flash of red. They never found it. And tonight was just the same as any other night, with not even a hint of Pandora being located within the emerald’s depths.

Kaito lowered the jewel. The light flickered and died from his eyes, and all she saw was weariness. He was tired, not just physically, but emotionally. Even if he would never admit it, Aoko knew. So when he sank down to her bed, she was right beside him to wrap her arms around his neck and rest her head on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her, and to any onlooker, it would seem as though he were holding her. They both knew it was the other way around.

They stayed like that until the door shut, announcing her father’s arrival. Aoko lifted her head, giving him a gentle kiss. When she pulled away, she murmured, “I’ll be right back,” and got up. This was what made heists hardest. Before, it was difficult to calm her father enough to get him to sleep before the sun rose. Now she had two boys in need of comforting, and it was not the kind a simply hug and a pat on the back would fulfill. As usual, she hugged her father before heading into the kitchen to make a fresh pot of tea. For a few minutes, she’d sit down and let him rant about Kaitou KID until he was finally too tired to go on. When this happened, she bid him goodnight and headed upstairs.

She’d barely closed the door and stepped in her room before she was pressed against the wall and Kaito was claiming her lips with his. She opened her mouth to his advances, pressing a hand into his hair and relaxing into his hold. She did not protest when he reached for her clothes and impatiently wrestled them off. She was thankful that his jacket was unbuttoned—it made removing his suit much less tedious. And when he pressed her into the bed, she welcomed it. She felt his hands pin hers to the mattress and a second later they were handcuffed to the headboard. He met her eyes, nervous and fearful as always. And as always, she would smile at him and his relief was clear as day. She knew that binding her comforted him. It was not that it gave him power over her, it was that she gave him power over her. She let him tie her up and trusted him to do what he might with her body.

His lips skimmed over her neck, and she willingly tilted her head back to bare her throat to the quickly-chilling air. He had left the window open again, the idiot. The heat of his mouth over her skin was something Aoko was grateful for. “Was he there tonight?” She murmured. His reply was to press his lips hard against hers with a quiet growl. She let her eyes slide shut, taking in the slide of his fingers over her body. He was seeking out all her sensitive places, leaving a trail that burned and tingled wherever his fingers touched. As his lips latched onto her neck, he teased a breast before sliding his hand down between her legs. She gasped as he pressed a bundle of nerves, sinking back into the sheets with a shiver. He was teasing her without even meaning to, hovering over her core without actually touching her. Finally, she moaned and lifted her hips so his fingertips were finally resting on her heat. Kaito met her eyes and leaned down to kiss her again as he pressed inside her.

She knew tonight had been a bad night. Most times there was minimal foreplay before finally moving on to the act itself. It was something Aoko didn’t particularly like but never pressed the subject. Kaito needed to feel her, and she needed to feel him. It was not lust that drove them to this—not lust for sex, at least. These nights were reassurances. They felt a desperate need for each other, each touch proving to them that they were still there, alive and safe. Tonight, though, he was driving her senses over the edge. On the bad nights he tested her limits, going as far as he could until neither of them could take it anymore. She moaned quietly and raised her hips to meet the thrust of his fingers, then bit down on her lip as he crooked them inside her. Knowing she had to keep a leash on her volume, she gasped out, “Kaito,” before silencing herself. There was a rattle as she pulled at the chains that bound her, suddenly overwhelmed by the need to touch him.

“K-Kaito,” she repeated. “Let me go.” He stopped, and she nearly cried out from the loss of stimulation. Through the veil of desire, she saw doubt in his eyes, and something like betrayal. Aoko squeezed her eyes shut, grinding down on his stilled fingers as she moaned, “Please. I need… I need to touch you.” And then he understood. She felt her hands released and immediately pulled him down for a kiss. Her fingers dug into the back of his head, a moan sounding then muffled by his mouth. She shifted to remind him of the fingers still inside her and her quickly resumed sending her nerves into overdrive. Aoko moved her hand, skimming it along his chest before taking him into her grasp. He hissed as she pumped him, once, twice, three times and then he yanked his fingers and her hand away and buried himself inside her.

His hand was the only thing that kept Aoko quiet. He felt the vibration of her voice against his palm as he pressed his open mouth against the junction of her neck and moaned in one-part pleasure, two-parts relief of finally being inside her again. They found a rhythm that was slow and grew faster. Her hands were everywhere on his chest, his lips were scattering kisses over her neck. A gasp, a moan that was silenced, fingers twining together as they sank into another kiss and then another and another. Then Kaito broke off and his voice was in her ear, quick and desperate, “Be mine, you’re mine, no one else’s but mine, love me, want me, need me, please—“

And he was silenced when she leaned up and placed a chaste kiss on his lips and said three words that had relief crashing over him like a wave. He pressed into her one last time before finally reaching his peak and clawing Aoko down with him. And that was all he seemed to do, just drag her everywhere and she would follow him willingly. She would go with him to hell with he asked, and chase him there if he didn’t. He pulled her close, holding her in a tight embrace that he wished could never end. “I love you,” Aoko was saying again in her ear. Then, utterly spent, they both lay back on the bed, still wrapped up in a loose embrace.

And finally, Kaito knew he had to leave. His heart ached when he finally pulled away and made as though to stand—

Only to have Aoko catch his wrist. “Stay,” she pleaded. Her eyes begged him. “I don’t… I don’t want to be alone. And you don’t either.”

“We might be caught,” he began.

“I hid your suit,” she smiled, and that was all he needed to hear. Damn the consequences if her father caught them. He slipped back beneath the blankets so her back was pressed into his chest and their legs were a tangle. And finally, they were both able to sleep.

Ginzo blinked. In the darkness, a pair of blue eyes gazed back. They were apprehensive, but not regretful. Kaito pulled Aoko’s sleeping form closer as he met her father’s stare fully.

The father dropped his eyes to his daughter’s face. Even in sleep, he swore he saw her smiling. Snapping his eyes back up to Kaito’s, he growled, “I will give you hell in the morning, boy.”

“Yes, sir,” the magician whispered back. Ginzo rolled his eyes as he closed the door again.

He lingered just long enough to hear Aoko’s sleepy voice ask, “Kaito?”

“Shhh. I’m going to be murdered in the morning, go back to sleep.”

“Kay… goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

There was a final murmur Ginzo couldn’t quite catch before silence fell on the house again.
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