Sweet (Fanfic100)
Title: Sweet
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Heiji/Kazuha (General series)
Prompt: #39-taste
Word Count: 469 words
Rating: PG-13 (for some sexuality)
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: The games one can play with a fruit tray… Heiji/Kazuha
When Kazuha brought a fruit tray into their bedroom with the excuse that she was hungry, Heiji had privately thought her insane. But it did look rather tasty, and she seemed pretty set in the idea, and she was wearing a rather skimpy negligee, which definitely didn't hurt her case any. So in the end, he held his tongue while she crawled into bed, setting the plastic tray on the bedspread for easy access, and started the movie again. After a few minutes, he helped himself to a piece of watermelon.
It wasn't long before she was rather comfortably snuggled against him, sitting next to him with her back pressed to his chest and his arm around her waist. Once she had assumed that particular position (and with his head positioned much higher than hers, he did have a rather good view of...certain areas) it was only a matter of seconds before he had the obvious idea.
He selected a chunk of pineapple and brought it to her lips instead of his own. She hesitated, obviously surprised, but ate it nonetheless. He smiled and this time grabbed an orange slice and did the same thing. But when he reached for a peach slice, he changed the game: he brought it to just under her mouth and dragged the end of it down her neck and chest towards the open top of her nightgown and back up to her lips.
Judging by the sound she made, she did not mind this at all. And she certainly didn't protest when he rolled over and got on top of her, careful not to upend the fruit tray. And so the experiments began in earnest. Different fruits, different tastes...all so delicious.
He got an especially good reaction when he accidentally dropped a grape into her cleavage--it was really was unintentional, but the sound she made when he fished it out with his tongue was delightful. That was also the time when he decided that she was far too clothed for his tastes, and remedied the situation.
So far, it seemed that pineapple tasted the best when dragged along the skin and lapped up, while fishing for grapes got a wonderful response. And it was actually sort of adorable when she grabbed a strawberry and held the larger end in her mouth, inviting him to have a bite. He did, and kissed her, two tastes mingling into a delicious whole. It was fun to play around like this, he decided.
By the time it was all done and he let himself sink back down into her arms as they rode the crest down from the peak, they were both rather sticky...and once their passion had hit, they had forgotten about the tray, which now lay upended on the floor beside their bed.
Whoops.
PS. Written for strawberrychan. Who is a prat. But I love her deeply, and this actually came out all right, so I will let her off the hook…THIS TIME! Insert evil laughter here, and a reassurance that yes, I will write you that other fic you asked for. Eventually. In other news, I love LiveJournal memes!
Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Heiji/Kazuha (General series)
Prompt: #39-taste
Word Count: 469 words
Rating: PG-13 (for some sexuality)
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: The games one can play with a fruit tray… Heiji/Kazuha
When Kazuha brought a fruit tray into their bedroom with the excuse that she was hungry, Heiji had privately thought her insane. But it did look rather tasty, and she seemed pretty set in the idea, and she was wearing a rather skimpy negligee, which definitely didn't hurt her case any. So in the end, he held his tongue while she crawled into bed, setting the plastic tray on the bedspread for easy access, and started the movie again. After a few minutes, he helped himself to a piece of watermelon.
It wasn't long before she was rather comfortably snuggled against him, sitting next to him with her back pressed to his chest and his arm around her waist. Once she had assumed that particular position (and with his head positioned much higher than hers, he did have a rather good view of...certain areas) it was only a matter of seconds before he had the obvious idea.
He selected a chunk of pineapple and brought it to her lips instead of his own. She hesitated, obviously surprised, but ate it nonetheless. He smiled and this time grabbed an orange slice and did the same thing. But when he reached for a peach slice, he changed the game: he brought it to just under her mouth and dragged the end of it down her neck and chest towards the open top of her nightgown and back up to her lips.
Judging by the sound she made, she did not mind this at all. And she certainly didn't protest when he rolled over and got on top of her, careful not to upend the fruit tray. And so the experiments began in earnest. Different fruits, different tastes...all so delicious.
He got an especially good reaction when he accidentally dropped a grape into her cleavage--it was really was unintentional, but the sound she made when he fished it out with his tongue was delightful. That was also the time when he decided that she was far too clothed for his tastes, and remedied the situation.
So far, it seemed that pineapple tasted the best when dragged along the skin and lapped up, while fishing for grapes got a wonderful response. And it was actually sort of adorable when she grabbed a strawberry and held the larger end in her mouth, inviting him to have a bite. He did, and kissed her, two tastes mingling into a delicious whole. It was fun to play around like this, he decided.
By the time it was all done and he let himself sink back down into her arms as they rode the crest down from the peak, they were both rather sticky...and once their passion had hit, they had forgotten about the tray, which now lay upended on the floor beside their bed.
Whoops.
PS. Written for strawberrychan. Who is a prat. But I love her deeply, and this actually came out all right, so I will let her off the hook…THIS TIME! Insert evil laughter here, and a reassurance that yes, I will write you that other fic you asked for. Eventually. In other news, I love LiveJournal memes!
Thanks for reading, all! Much love!