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11 April 2007 @ 09:28 pm
What's in the Bag? (30 Kisses: Shinichi/Ran)  
Title: What’s in the Bag?
Author: Candyland
Pairing: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Fandom: Detective Conan
Theme: #18—“say aah”
Rating: PG-13 (minor warning for suggestive dialogue, but nothing too graphic)
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Gosho Aoyama. I claim none, I merely borrow them and dress them up in frilly smocks and make them dance to my ever-changing will like the puppets they are.



It was just an innocent little bag. A perfectly innocuous shopping bag.

But for some reason, Shinichi kept glancing at it. And for the life of him, he didn’t know why. All it was doing was sitting there, by the end of the couch, not bothering him in any way…okay, so it was bothering him, but he couldn’t say why.

Finally, by the time Ran sat down next to him, his curiosity was insatiable. And he still didn’t know why the non-offensive shopping bag was bugging him so damn much! So, in the true Shinichi fashion, he asked. “What’s in the bag?” he asked.

“Hmm?” Ran murmured.

“That bag,” he pointed at the light brown bag. “What’s in it?”

After a minute, she grinned cheerfully. “Your birthday present is in there.” There was a pause from the peanut gallery, and she gave him a knowing Look. “You forgot your birthday was coming up again, didn’t you?” Silence. “You turn twenty-one in two days, and you still can’t remember?”

“I plead the Fifth Commandment.”

“Thou shalt not kill?”

“Yeah, that one,” he chuckled. “Soooooo…can I look?”

Ran quirked a brow and shook her head. “You peek, you die.”

His face fell. “Awww, come on! Just a hint?”

“No.”

“A peek?”

“No.”

“Twenty questions?”

“Aren’t we already doing that?”

“Touché.”

“You’re going to have to wait,” she said firmly.

He sat back and pouted. And she laughed at him for a minute before hoisting herself up from the couch and heading towards the door. She paused with her hand on the doorknob. “I’m really craving some ice cream right now. Do you want some?”

“Sure!” he grinned.

She gave him a Look. “Can I trust you not to peek at what’s in the bag?”

“Is this the face of someone who you can’t trust?” he teased, giving her his best “Pity Me Because I Can Do Sad Puppy Dog Eyes™” Look and clasping his hands together in an angelic fashion. Even now, approaching his twenty-first birthday, he could still pull off the ol’ Innocent.

Ran caved. “All right. Be right back. No funny business.” And she was gone.

The Sad Puppy Dog Eyes of Evil slid into his usual smirk. Shinichi was curious by nature, and not even the threat of Ran’s killer right hook could keep him from something he really wanted to know. And so he slipped over to the other end of the couch, leaning over to reach his prize.

“Let’s see what Ran got me for my birthday…” he chuckled to himself, reaching in. What he actually pulled out of the bag, though, made his jaw fall straight through the floor. The object in his hand proved to be an article of clothing.

It was…red. Very red, actually.

And girly.

And silky.

And short.

And strappy.

And lacy. Lots of lace. Black lace. In very strategic areas. If a person were wearing this—ahem, garment—you could probably see right through some parts of it. Not that much would be left to the imagination anyway, with…and it was decidedly feminine…

Shinichi decided rather hurriedly that now was a good time to stop thinking entirely.

Carefully replacing the…clothing in the bag, he clambered back to the other end of the couch, putting distance between himself and It. Yes, It. Besides, Ran would be back any second, and if she knew he’d peeked…oh boy, was he gonna get it!!

But he would have to be discreet. Play it cool. Otherwise, she’d know right away. She had that strange power to always know when he’d done something he probably should not have. So he just had to act natural. Totally natural…

He didn’t even hear Ran come in, he was still staring blankly off into space, mentally reciting his mantra of Act natural. Act natural. Act natural. Needless to say, he was already screwed when she set her bowl down and smacked him on the head with her now-empty hand. When he looked up at her quizzically, she held the bowl out to him.

“Shinichi. Ice cream,” she raised a curious eyebrow at him, then raised a spoonful. “Say aah.”

He obliged (somewhat woodenly, though not in the perverted way, thank you!), and found himself with a spoon sticking out of his mouth and a bowl deposited in his hands. The mingling tastes of chocolate and vanilla melted onto his tongue; it was quite delightful.

Ran dropped down onto the couch with her own bowl, and promptly leaned against his shoulder. He went rigid (and why must everything in this tragic little tale sound so very hentai?), his mind still far, far away in a world that consisted mostly of unprintable thoughts.

Ran continued to chatter amiably about this and that, not really noticing that Shinichi was working on his ice cream with deliberate slowness, his eyes staring off towards some point that she couldn’t see. And if she could see it, she probably would have broken both of his arms.

It was like this for what seemed a long time before he was shaken back to Earth by Ran sitting upright and muttering, “Aw, crap!” He turned to see that a heavy drop of chocolate syrup had escaped her spoon, narrowly missed her chin, and wound up dripped right onto her chest.

“Crap…I’m such a klutz!” she berated herself in an exasperated tone. A quick sweep with one finger gathered the runaway chocolate from its rather awkward landing point. She then proceeded to lick it from her finger, humming to herself.

Shinichi’s well-developed brain had officially broken down. Utterly, completely, totally, one hundred percent gone offline. Thinking was not even a possibility.

It didn’t help that she was wearing this scoop-necked shirt. Oh no, she had to pick today to show off juuuuuuuust enough skin. But add the shirt into the mix, plus the chocolate, plus what was in that bag, plus the way she was cheerily lapping at her spoon…

The Magical Hormone Fairies descended upon Shinichi then, and carried him far, far away. To Planet Bouncy. And there was no way in hell his mind was going to come back anytime soon.

Chocolate sauce.

Drip, drip, dripping onto smooth, pale skin.

Dripping onto places not quite covered by red silk and black lace.

Lace that one could see right through.

Meeeeeep…

His thoughts (though perhaps it would be more accurate to say fantasies) were rather rudely interrupted when Ran grabbed his chin and forced his head back so the only place he could look was straight into her eyes. And it was then that he realized where he had been staring.

It hadn’t gone unnoticed. “Tell me your eyes were not stuck where I think they were stuck.”

“Uhhh…” he fumbled briefly for words. “…they weren’t?”

She was quiet for a moment, then frowned as comprehension dawned. She released his chin and sat back, giving him yet another Look. “You looked in the bag, didn’t you?”

A few desperate squeaks of denial escaped him before he realized that she was not buying it, and he slumped forward, defeated. “I couldn’t help it…I’m naturally curious, and it was there!!” As he explained, he reached out with one hand and deposited the half-empty bowl on the table.

Ran stared at him for a minute before she sighed and rolled her eyes. “Shinichi, that isn’t your birthday present.” Her bowl joined his on the table and she folded her arms. “Honestly, you think I would give you something like that? Really, you’re supposed to be so smart!”

Blink, blink.

“It was a joke, genius. That’s not your birthday present.” Now she was laughing at him.

And those little chocolaty images were still running around his head like panicky squirrels.

It wasn’t helping at all. So much for his dignity.

He stared at her for a minute, trying to rein in his imagination, before clearing his throat loudly. “I figured that. I mean, what in the world would I do wi—HMPH?!?” He was rather abruptly cut off when Ran pounced on him, knocking him flat on his back on the couch, his arms above his head. Fortunately, the ice cream bowls were safely deposited on the table.

And before he had registered what was happening, she was kissing him. Hard. There was absolutely no room for argument. She wanted this, she was taking what she wanted, and he was more than happy to comply with the unspoken demand, and kiss her back. Hard. He tasted chocolate and vanilla and maraschino cherry and Ran…

Ran pulled back suddenly, smirking at him with all the sly smugness of a cat in a creamery. Then she leaned back in close so her warm, hurried breath tickled his neck and whispered quite seductively into his ear, “That’s the wrapping paper.”



PS. I’m going to be blunt—fireblazie, this one is ALL YOUR FAULT. She made a comment about chocolate and lace, and I took it as a personal challenge. And lo, it was risqué. This is your fault. Happy dedication, ne? Another big THANK YOU to msbbt, my long-suffering friend and beta-reader. Thanks again everyone, and much love!