Pairing: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Fandom: Detective Conan
Theme: #26—if only I could make you mine
Rating: PG-13 (for suggestive humor)
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.
Summary: She really didn't know what she was doing to him...
Mouri Ran was an excellent cook.
This could not be argued.
And it was with a certain degree of fascination that Shinichi liked to sit and watch her bustle around the kitchen, working her magic. She really was a wizard, able to turn a pile of raw meat, vegetables, and flavorings into a delicacy. Or, in this case, she was combining flour, sugar, eggs, and other things to form a tasty baked creation.
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. It already smelled so good…
She slid the last tray into the oven, and closed the door. “Whew, done!” Humming to herself, Ran deposited the dirty dishes in the sink, picked up the bowl and the wooden spoon she’d been using the make the cookies, carried them over to the table, and sat down next to Shinichi. “Now we wait.”
“And then cookies?” he asked cheerily.
“And then cookies,” she nodded. “Chocolate chip, no less. Best kind there is.” She picked up the dough-covered spoon and regarded it thoughtfully for a moment. “Do you remember when we were kids, we used to argue over who got to lick the spoon?”
“Yeah,” Shinichi said. “I always won.”
“Liar,” she retorted before she started cleaning the spoon off. “I know you’re not supposed to eat raw cookie dough because of the eggs in it, but it’s so good!”
Shinichi, unfortunately, had stopped listening. He was too busy staring.
Ran didn’t notice his attention, however, and continued doing what she was doing. Which was cheerfully licking the spoon clean of cookie dough. She seemed to be quite enjoying herself.
Unfortunately, that was what had Shinichi so distracted.
He couldn’t help himself. It was irresistibly alluring, the way her tongue slid over the spoon, tracing the curves, then withdrawing back into the recesses of her mouth with its prize of sweet, sweet cookie dough. His eyes refused to be torn away.
Woe to him if she caught him and realized what he was thinking; things were still developing, and moving too fast could result in pain—copious amounts thereof. But she seemed blissfully ignorant of his thoughts and mental images; she was far more occupied with the task she had designated herself to.
Some part of his mind notated bitterly that she wasn’t offering him any. How rude.
Was there something about him, Ran, and kitchens? It was in a kitchen fixing peanut butter and jelly sandwiches when he’d turned around at just the right moment and caught her openly ogling, shall we say, certain nether-aspects of him.
And now she was jump-starting his overactive imagination, without even realizing she was doing so, thanks to a mixing bowl and a wooden spoon. That, and the aura of natural innocence that just seemed to radiate from her. It was a highly intoxicating combination.
Shinichi’s mind was fantasizing at mach-three.
I should kiss you. I really should.
Wonder how that would go with something other than a wooden spoon…
I seriously need to just make you mine. Wonder if you’d kill me…
Do you even know what you’re doing to me?
Pleasant dreams.There will be pleasant dreams tonight.
I wonder if Ran ever dreams about me…
I really need to make you mine.
Yeah, this is seriously wasted on the spoon.
It was hypnotic, the way her tongue flitted in and out, making quick work of the cookie dough that still clung so stubbornly to the wooden spoon. She worked over the contours of the spoon, completely oblivious, lapping and licking, to say nothing of the little moans that escaped her when she got something really good, and the few times he heard a murmur of “Yummy!” escape her lips…
Thinking. He needed to stop thinking immediately. And that meant Ran needed to put the utensil down before he either spontaneously combusted, or dove across the table and did something stupid.
“Would you stop that?” he burst suddenly, common sense reclaiming control from hormones.
Ran jumped a mile, stopping her ministrations on the spoon, and blinked at him. “Shinichi?”
He leaned forward and put his forehead on the table. “Give me the damn spoon,” he muttered, reaching a hand out in her general direction. “I want some cookie dough, too.” Ran stared at him for a second before obligingly passing the wooden spoon into his waiting hand. Shinichi sat up, regarded it thoughtfully, then shrugged and went about business.
If we were in middle school, we’d get teased that we’d just indirectly kissed each other…meh, I guess it could be worse, he thought absently, getting a particularly chocolaty glob that Ran had somehow missed. He glanced over at Ran, who was watching him with a decidedly odd expression on her face. Huh, she’s awfully red. I wonder what she’s thinking about.
Meanwhile, Ran’s own imagination had just taken over, carrying her away on her own all-expenses paid trip to La La Land. I seriously need to just make you mine...and that is totally wasted on the stupid spoon...
PS. I had two other stories for this challenge half-finished, but they were giving me problems. Soooooo I took a break, and decided to pen out something very short and very silly. See, my muse decided to go on vacation while I was home on spring break. I’ll whip it back into submission sooner or later, but in the meantime, you get randomness that may or may not be rewritten. (And as a matter of fact, Shinichi, yes, Ran does actually dream about you on occasion.)
Three more to go before I’m finished with the 30 Kisses challenge for Shinichi and Ran—kinda scary, huh? Thanks again for reading, all, and thanks again for the lurvly comments. Much love!