Fandom: Detective Conan
Theme: #22—????; ichi-go ichi-e
Pairing: Hattori Heiji/Toyama Kazuha
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan or any related characters. They belong to Gosho Aoyama. I simply throw fruit at them, take pictures, and call it modern art. Critics love me.
Summary: There’s something that I’ve always wanted to try…
“And you swear you checked the weather report before we left the house?” Heiji said, far too quietly. Quiet was worse than anger—quiet meant danger.
Kazuha fidgeted slightly and glared out of habit. “It said there was a twenty percent chance of rain. That meant there was an eighty percent chance that it wouldn’t rain. Get off my back.”
“Ahou…” he muttered, wrapping his jacket a bit more tightly around himself.
It was a camping trip gone awry, courtesy of Mother Nature and a huge rainstorm. And as a result, tempers were running short and tension was running high. Still, it seemed wiser to wait until the rain at least let up a bit before packing everything up and making a break for it.
Still, Heiji was starting to get snippy, and Kazuha had had enough. She clambered over him and crawled along towards the ground towards the tent flap.
“What’re you doing?” Heiji asked, watching her.
“I’m going outside,” she replied angrily before disappearing out into the rain.
It took about two-point-two seconds for Heiji to feel bad about snapping at her. Sighing, he crawled after her and stuck his head through the open flap. “Kazuha, come back inside. At least it’s…sort of dry in here.” There was one corner of the tent that was dripping water, but the rest of it was holding up fairly well under the weight of the rain.
To his surprise, she wasn’t really doing anything. She was just standing there, arms folded across her chest, head tilted backwards to look up at the sky. She was already soaked, the rain plastering her ponytail to the back of her nylon jacket. After a moment of this, she turned and gave Heiji an impish smile. “Hey, Heiji…”
He knew that smile…and he wasn’t sure if he liked that smile. “What?”
“I have an idea,” she sang. “Something I’ve always wanted to try—just once!”
“And that would be what?”
Kazuha didn’t reply verbally. Instead, she simply stripped off her jacket and dropped it to the ground in front of the tent. Her gray T-shirt almost immediately turned a dark charcoal color as it was splattered with rain. He could hear her humming to herself as she reached up with one hand and pulled the ribbon from her wet ponytail, letting it fall loose.
“Kazuha, what are you…” Heiji trailed off into open-mouthed gaping as she casually peeled off the T-shirt (literally peeled it off—it was wet enough to stick to her skin) and tossed it aside as if it were nothing. The rain now fell on far too much bare flesh.
She ran her fingers through her wet hair and turned to look at him over her shoulder. “What?” she smiled mischievously. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to dance in the rain?”
Heiji swallowed hard, not quite sure what to think or say in response to that. Laughing lightly at his reaction (or lack thereof), Kazuha skipped over—and he noticed absently that she was barefoot—and reached down to grab his hand. “C’mon! You can play too!” she giggled, pulling him out of the tent and into the rain.
And before Heiji had time to process any of this, her arms were around his neck and her lips were pressing against his in a way that was all too familiar, and yet still so addictive…so wonderfully intoxicating…
She also had very talented hands, he noted as her fingers moved to make quick work of his jacket and shirt, tearing the latter over his head and tossing them both haphazardly to the side, not caring where they landed. And then her fingers were toying with the waistline of his jeans and working in other areas and his knees were about to turn to jelly…
When she pushed on his chest, he didn’t have time to react; he just went straight down, winding up on his back on the wet grass. Any other time, he would have been irritated at such a position, but Kazuha seemed quite intent on ridding him of his jeans, which made it all seem a lot nicer.
It belatedly occurred to him that he could actually participate if he so chose, and choose, he did. When she bent to kiss him again, his arms slid around her, fingers sliding over wet, bare skin to tangle in her hair. For one brief moment, he stole control…until she pulled away and shook her head at him, eyes sparkling. “Ah, ah, ah…” she waved a finger at him, as though he had done something to misbehave.
Heiji was ready to retort from habit alone…and then there wasn’t time to think as she pressed him back down against the wet ground and straddled his hips and suddenly the world was a very physical place and that was just wonderful to his mind, thank you very much.
There was something deeply primal about the moment. Outside in the woods, in the grass, with the rain falling on them and touching places that rain had never touched before. It fueled something—something deep and primitive and instinctive.
Finally, Kazuha cried out his name—that delightful sound that never failed to make his toes curl and send pleasant shivers coursing up and down his spine—and collapsed on top of him in a tangle of damp limbs and trembling bodies and endless kisses.
When she was able to speak again (which took a few minutes), Kazuha giggled. “I like camping.”
“You and your ideas…”
“What? You didn’t like it?”
She chuckled and leaned back, putting one hand on either side of his head to prop herself up so she could look down at him properly. “So…do you still want to go home early?”
“I’m not going to sleep for the rest of the weekend, am I?”
“Hey,” he lifted his head quickly to steal a kiss, “you started it.”
PS. This was written on a VERY PERSISTENT REQUEST from illeistic. Now stop chasing me with that stick! I command you! Thanks for reading, all. Much love!