Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Heiji/Kazuha (General series)
Word Count: 1977 words
Rating: R (STRONG sexual content)
Author's Notes: I do not own Detective Conan. It all belongs to Gosho Aoyama. I simply borrow the characters, tie them up, and dance them around like life-sized puppets. I do wish they’d stop complaining.
Summary: Heiji can be quite adventurous. Heiji/Kazuha
Kazuha had learned many things in a week of marriage.
First of all…Heiji was an incredibly passionate person. Granted, she already knew that to a certain degree…but when wedding vows knocked down a few barriers, she had learned exactly how passionate he was. Or perhaps ‘amorous’ would have been a better word to describe it.
She was starting to doubt that she would get a full night’s sleep anytime soon—if not for the next twenty years.
…oh well. At least it was enjoyable.
She had finally convinced him that yes, they did have to venture beyond the walls of their hotel room and out into public at some point. Plus, she wanted to take advantage of the fact that the hotel had a pool. So after some whining and cajoling—and finally promising that if he would please just stop being a baby and go with her, she would make it worth his while later, the pervert—they headed down.
After an admittedly refreshing dip in the pool, they opted for the hot tub for a relaxing soak. There were two other couples already sitting there, and they welcomed the Osakan pair in with smiles.
“So what brings you two here?” one of the men asked affably.
Kazuha was just sitting down; she opened her mouth to answer when Heiji grabbed her arm and pulled her down to sit in his lap. “Honeymoon,” he said with a grin. Kazuha rolled her eyes and gave him a slight elbow-jab to the gut. She would have moved away immediately, but his arms were already tight around her waist. She sighed and got comfortable—no sense in fighting about it.
His answer seemed to please everyone, though. “Oh, how long have you two been married?” one woman asked.
“A week,” Kazuha said. “We’re here for another four days, and then it’s time to go home.”
“Such a handsome couple,” the other woman said. “Where are you from?”
She opened her mouth, but was cut off when Heiji answered instead—and nearly choked when his hand moved.
Instinctively, she tried to squeeze her legs together, but he was already firmly in place. His fingers slid underneath her swimming suit bottom and found their goal. And her body reacted exactly as it had been conditioned to over the past week of discovery—it felt good.
She almost moaned…until she realized exactly where she was—where they were. In a hot tub. In a public place. With four other people sitting across from them, chatting amiably with them and each other. If she let out so much as a squeak…they would realize that something was going on.
Her first reaction was to figure some way to make him stop without saying anything. If she spoke up, it would be the same as announcing it to their company. So she had to find an alternate way of telling him to keep his hands to himself…and possibly that he was in a whole lot of trouble as of five minutes ago.
She wrapped her hand around his wrist and made a rather pitiful attempt to remove the distraction. But he was not to be budged, and she found herself wondering why she couldn’t move him. Granted, she knew that at a time like this her physical strength wasn’t a match for his, but she should have been able to at least move him a little bit! So why couldn’t she do it?
As he probed further and she felt something hot spiral through her, she found herself wondering…
…did she actually like this?
Kazuha tried desperately to think, but found it to be increasingly difficult as his free hand slid up to cup her breast just below the water’s surface. He massaged her through the soaked fabric of her bikini top, and she shivered despite the heat from the water.
She could hear the conversation floating around her, and forced a smile as she pretended to listen. Heiji was handling all the answers from their end, leaving her with only his covert touches to focus on. And goodness gracious he had talented hands…coupled with the knowledge gained over the last week about the right places to touch for the best results, she was turning into jelly in his hands.
That, coupled with the fact that knowing other people were right there and could notice what was going on at any moment if she made so much as a squeak…something about that danger element was turning her on. This was hot and risky and probably bordering on illegal…but she didn’t want him to stop.
When he actually slid his finger into her, she held her breath for a moment to keep from making a sound. He started moving the intruding digit around within her; she slid her hand down over his not to try and stop him, but to encourage. Heiji was pushing all the right buttons.
But just as she felt herself starting to near that wonderful point…he moved his thumb and began the process all over again. It was then that she realized what he was really doing—he was teasing her, just like he’d teased her since they were children. But right now, it felt less like teasing and more like a very delicious torture.
But finally, after several repeats of this, something hot began to gather in her lower abdomen. Her hands clenched over his in a silent plea for him to stop playing and just let her have that release…and he complied.
She came with his finger pressed inside her, his thumb against her, his free hand teasing her breast, and four other people sitting on the other side of the hot tub, completely oblivious to the fact that she was silently trembling from the force of it. Somehow, knowing that—knowing something that people sitting a meter away didn’t know—only intensified it.
It was only at this point that her odd behavior was noticed. “Honey?” one of the other men asked, and she shook her head to clear it quickly as he prodded her further. “Are you all right? You look a little…off.”
Kazuha managed a smile. “I’m sorry—I was just…spacing off.” She chose that moment to yawn, and seized on it as a credible excuse. “I guess I’m a lot more tired than I thought I was…maybe I’ll head back to the room.” She ignored the knowing looks the others were giving her—after all, there were a few relatively clear reasons why a young woman would be very tired on her honeymoon—and she shifted, taking only a moment to make sure her bathing suit was in place before she rose from the water and made her exit, grabbing her towel from the poolside as she headed towards the door.
“Kazuha, wait up!” Heiji called after her, and she paused. She waited as he said goodbye to the others, citing that he’d better go make sure she was all right, and walked over to join her. He grabbed his towel as well and slung it cheerfully over his shoulder. “Ready?”
Kazuha stormed into the hotel room, her towel wrapped protectively around her torso. “I can’t believe I let you do that! I can’t believe it! What were you thinking? What was I thinking?” she raged, pacing back and forth at the foot of the bed, waving one hand in the air.
Behind her, Heiji quietly closed the door…and locked it. Having done that, he folded his arms, leaned against the wall, and grinned—no, grinning was too kind of a word. He was leering at her. “I certainly didn’t hear you complaining. Did you like it that much?”
“Ahou!” Kazuha snapped, feeling her face start to burn. He was right, of course, but there was no way in hell she was going to actually admit that to him. She was already trying to deal with the conflicting feelings of how much she had actually enjoyed it and some shame at what she had just done. “God…” She turned away, trying to figure out exactly what to do next.
Still, when he slid his arms around her shoulders, she leaned back into it. “Hey,” he murmured against her ear. “I just thought it was a good opportunity. Are you really mad?”
She desperately wanted to say yes…but couldn’t. “No. More shocked than anything else.” She turned around in his arms and gave him a Look. “At least warn me if you’re going to start feeling me up in public!” It sounded ridiculous, and it felt ridiculous to say, but she said it anyway.
Heiji grinned. “So if I warn you, it’s okay?”
“…that’s not what I said.”
By this time he had already dipped his head to start casually teasing her neck. “This could be fun…”
She unconsciously tilted her head to give him better access. There was no way this was going to end in any semblance of respectability. “So I’m guessing that stunt in the hot tub was just a warm-up, then?”
That was more or less the end of the conversation as Heiji yanked the towel away and kissed her. Tangling her hands in his wet hair, she moaned slightly and breathed in, taking in his taste and his familiar scent mingled with the smell of the hotel room itself and the chlorine from the pool.
He slid his hands under her thighs and picked her up, moving the short distance to set her on top of a table in the room before he broke the kiss. Grinning wickedly, he set about removing a few things—even in a two-piece bathing suit, she was still apparently far too clothed for his tastes at the moment. In under a minute, both were naked; Heiji pinned her wrists to the table by her head and pressed inside her.
Let it never be said that he wasn’t a fast learner, Kazuha thought vaguely as she arched her back and groaned and tried to wrestle her arms free. He refused to budge on that count; he ignored her struggles and whimpers and bent his head to wrap his mouth around one of her breasts.
Kazuha leaned her head back and just gave up the struggle. He had learned the map of her body well, and was exploiting everything he could think of to tease her further and further as he drove into her time and time again, seeking his own satisfaction along with hers.
After a while, it was just too much. “H-Heiji…please…” she gasped, begging again for release—this time, verbally. And as before, he seemed quite ready to acquiesce. She squeezed her eyes shut and cried out loud as she came. A second later, he joined her and slumped down on top of her, panting and murmuring unintelligible things against her neck. He let go of her wrists, and she lowered them to the back of his head.
For a moment, neither moved too much. Then Heiji dragged one finger over her breast, and she shivered. He chuckled. “I think I like being married.”
“I think I want a separate bedroom,” she said hoarsely. “Or else I’ll never get to sleep through the night.” With some difficulty she sat up, forcing him to stand up. “I think—“ she started, then paused to clear her throat so her voice wouldn’t sound quite as strained. “I think I need to take a shower.” She took one look at his expression and raised a wry eyebrow. “You have every intention of following me, don’t you?”
He nodded, grinning like an idiot.
“Don’t you ever get tired?”
“Nope. A benefit of being young and healthy.”
“What have I gotten myself into?”
He didn’t reply, but picked her up and headed towards the bathroom.
It was turning into one hell of a day.
PS. This is for cherelle_holmes. We made a deal—she drew me a pretty, pretty Kaito/Aoko fanart, and I said I would write her a fic in return. She asked for Heiji/Kazuha hotness. And lo, here is the result—finally. Sorry it took so long, hon! This is the full version. The “abridged” version is up on ff-dot-net.
Thanks for reading, all. Much love!