Pillow Talk (Detective Conan, Shinichi/Ran, #17)
Title: Pillow Talk
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Theme: #17-five more minutes?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan. All characters are the property of Gosho Aoyama. I simply threaten to make them watch old Barney tapes unless they obey me. Trust me, they listen.
Summary: Shinichi came home to find a girl in his bed.
He was wiped out. What a day.
Shinichi had gone to school (and playing catch-up after that long of an absence was not easy, though he was getting back to a point where he would graduate with the rest of his classmates), then soccer practice (he had forgotten how much he really missed playing), and then while he was walking home he had gotten a call from Megure to a murder scene. The case had been particularly challenging, and so by the time he got home he was exhausted.
It was getting late, but he wasn’t even that hungry. All he really wanted to do was change and crawl into bed and sleep. Sleep was good. He liked sleep, even though he really wasn’t getting enough of it lately.
He climbed the stairs and made his way to his bedroom. Everything seemed to be as it was supposed to be…until he opened his bedroom door, and realized that he was not alone in his home.
Ran was curled up on top of the blankets, her head on his pillow; her shoes were on the floor beside the bed, which is why he hadn’t noticed anything amiss at the front door. She looked to be sound asleep.
Shinichi felt like he should be a little upset at being denied immediate rest, but he couldn’t bring himself to even be irritated. He did like finally being able to be close to her in the way he truly wanted, and she looked so peaceful, lost to innocent slumber. Even if it was in his bed-an idea which made some little part of him do an Irish jig.
He moved as quietly as possible around the room, putting his things away. He stopped short of changing clothes with her in the room, though. If she did wake up in the middle of that…well, it was still too early in their romantic relationship to even be tempting fate that way.
At some point, though, he must have made some noise because when he glanced back at her, her eyes were half-open and drowsy. “Hmm…Shinichi? S’that you?” she murmured sleepily.
“Yup. Just me,” he said. On a whim, he sat down on the edge of the bed next to her. “Whatcha doing?”
She sat up a little bit and looked around. “I fell asleep, didn’t I?”
“I think you did,” he replied with a smile.
“Hmm…five more minutes…” she whispered.
One hand moved to smooth out the beginning traces of bedhead-it was all rather adorable. “Not that I mind too much, but why are you asleep in my bed?”
He half-expected her to get nervous and flustered. Instead, she closed her eyes again and wrapped her arms around his pillow. “I would come here sometimes when you were gone,” she said softly. “I missed you so much. This was where I felt closest to you.”
Shinichi didn’t answer; this was news to him. He kept working his fingers through her hair.
“I had a key, so it wasn’t like I broke in or anything,” she went on. “But this was my favorite place. I could have curled up here for hours and just not moved. It was the best spot.”
“Any special reason?”
“It’s the pillow,” she whispered. “No matter how long you were gone, it still smelled like you. It made me feel like you were with me again. And I liked that.” She sighed, as though inhaling a scent. “Now that you’re back, it smells even more like you.” Her eyes opened; this time they were clear and alert, and a little bit sheepish. “I really don’t have to do this anymore, since you’re home. But…it’s comfortable.”
He chuckled. “You’re fine. No harm done.”
“…do you want me to leave?”
“Depends. Are you comfortable with me joining you in a totally innocent context?”
Ran closed her eyes and nodded, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. Shinichi stood up and climbed over her, curling to match her posture. His chest was pressed against her back, his knees against the backs of her legs; one of his arms looped around her waist.
“What took you so long to get here, anyway?” she asked.
“Murder case.”
“Figures.”
“Hush. Go back to sleep.”
PS. I just thought this idea was cute. What else can I say? And with this, we have reached twenty-nine. SWEET!! The next one will conclude the challenge. Hope you’ll all tune in for the finale. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Theme: #17-five more minutes?
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan. All characters are the property of Gosho Aoyama. I simply threaten to make them watch old Barney tapes unless they obey me. Trust me, they listen.
Summary: Shinichi came home to find a girl in his bed.
He was wiped out. What a day.
Shinichi had gone to school (and playing catch-up after that long of an absence was not easy, though he was getting back to a point where he would graduate with the rest of his classmates), then soccer practice (he had forgotten how much he really missed playing), and then while he was walking home he had gotten a call from Megure to a murder scene. The case had been particularly challenging, and so by the time he got home he was exhausted.
It was getting late, but he wasn’t even that hungry. All he really wanted to do was change and crawl into bed and sleep. Sleep was good. He liked sleep, even though he really wasn’t getting enough of it lately.
He climbed the stairs and made his way to his bedroom. Everything seemed to be as it was supposed to be…until he opened his bedroom door, and realized that he was not alone in his home.
Ran was curled up on top of the blankets, her head on his pillow; her shoes were on the floor beside the bed, which is why he hadn’t noticed anything amiss at the front door. She looked to be sound asleep.
Shinichi felt like he should be a little upset at being denied immediate rest, but he couldn’t bring himself to even be irritated. He did like finally being able to be close to her in the way he truly wanted, and she looked so peaceful, lost to innocent slumber. Even if it was in his bed-an idea which made some little part of him do an Irish jig.
He moved as quietly as possible around the room, putting his things away. He stopped short of changing clothes with her in the room, though. If she did wake up in the middle of that…well, it was still too early in their romantic relationship to even be tempting fate that way.
At some point, though, he must have made some noise because when he glanced back at her, her eyes were half-open and drowsy. “Hmm…Shinichi? S’that you?” she murmured sleepily.
“Yup. Just me,” he said. On a whim, he sat down on the edge of the bed next to her. “Whatcha doing?”
She sat up a little bit and looked around. “I fell asleep, didn’t I?”
“I think you did,” he replied with a smile.
“Hmm…five more minutes…” she whispered.
One hand moved to smooth out the beginning traces of bedhead-it was all rather adorable. “Not that I mind too much, but why are you asleep in my bed?”
He half-expected her to get nervous and flustered. Instead, she closed her eyes again and wrapped her arms around his pillow. “I would come here sometimes when you were gone,” she said softly. “I missed you so much. This was where I felt closest to you.”
Shinichi didn’t answer; this was news to him. He kept working his fingers through her hair.
“I had a key, so it wasn’t like I broke in or anything,” she went on. “But this was my favorite place. I could have curled up here for hours and just not moved. It was the best spot.”
“Any special reason?”
“It’s the pillow,” she whispered. “No matter how long you were gone, it still smelled like you. It made me feel like you were with me again. And I liked that.” She sighed, as though inhaling a scent. “Now that you’re back, it smells even more like you.” Her eyes opened; this time they were clear and alert, and a little bit sheepish. “I really don’t have to do this anymore, since you’re home. But…it’s comfortable.”
He chuckled. “You’re fine. No harm done.”
“…do you want me to leave?”
“Depends. Are you comfortable with me joining you in a totally innocent context?”
Ran closed her eyes and nodded, scooting closer to the edge of the bed. Shinichi stood up and climbed over her, curling to match her posture. His chest was pressed against her back, his knees against the backs of her legs; one of his arms looped around her waist.
“What took you so long to get here, anyway?” she asked.
“Murder case.”
“Figures.”
“Hush. Go back to sleep.”
PS. I just thought this idea was cute. What else can I say? And with this, we have reached twenty-nine. SWEET!! The next one will conclude the challenge. Hope you’ll all tune in for the finale. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!