Sun Kissed (30 Ways: Shinichi/Ran)
Title: Sun Kissed
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Theme: #2-sunburn
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: That has to hurt.
“Ow…”
“Ow…”
“This is really uncomfortable,” Shinichi sighed.
“So what do we do?” Ran asked, shifting slightly and wincing as she did.
“I think we’ve got some of that aloe stuff upstairs. It’s supposed to help,” he offered.
“You gonna go get it?”
“…I’ll be back eventually,” Shinichi pushed himself to his feet and headed towards the stairs, cringing every step of the way. Why did the bathroom have to be all the way up there?
Eternities later, he inched his way back towards the couch, the bottle in his hand. “Here it is.”
Ran’s expression was grateful. “Thank goodness.”
He sat back down and groaned. “Let’s not go to the beach again for a while, okay?”
“Sounds good to me,” Ran shifted again. “Don’t suppose I could get you to put that on my back?”
“Sure…” his reply trailed off into nonsensical babbling as she pulled her shirt off, giving him an excellent view of her back and the bra strap running across it the reddened skin. “Ack…err…florgny emscar bloop?”
“If I didn’t hurt so much, I might deck you,” she sighed. “So put a lid on the hormones and get a move on.”
“Are you going to deck me once you stop hurting?”
“Maybe.”
“…maybe you should do my back first.”
PS. There was a point in here somewhere. I know there was. I just lost it. Oh well! The mental image of Shinichi speaking in tongues while staring at Ran’s back (and being encouraged to touch) was priceless. Writing babble like that is also a lot of fun. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!
Fandom: Detective Conan
Characters: Kudo Shinichi/Mouri Ran
Theme: #2-sunburn
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: That has to hurt.
“Ow…”
“Ow…”
“This is really uncomfortable,” Shinichi sighed.
“So what do we do?” Ran asked, shifting slightly and wincing as she did.
“I think we’ve got some of that aloe stuff upstairs. It’s supposed to help,” he offered.
“You gonna go get it?”
“…I’ll be back eventually,” Shinichi pushed himself to his feet and headed towards the stairs, cringing every step of the way. Why did the bathroom have to be all the way up there?
Eternities later, he inched his way back towards the couch, the bottle in his hand. “Here it is.”
Ran’s expression was grateful. “Thank goodness.”
He sat back down and groaned. “Let’s not go to the beach again for a while, okay?”
“Sounds good to me,” Ran shifted again. “Don’t suppose I could get you to put that on my back?”
“Sure…” his reply trailed off into nonsensical babbling as she pulled her shirt off, giving him an excellent view of her back and the bra strap running across it the reddened skin. “Ack…err…florgny emscar bloop?”
“If I didn’t hurt so much, I might deck you,” she sighed. “So put a lid on the hormones and get a move on.”
“Are you going to deck me once you stop hurting?”
“Maybe.”
“…maybe you should do my back first.”
PS. There was a point in here somewhere. I know there was. I just lost it. Oh well! The mental image of Shinichi speaking in tongues while staring at Ran’s back (and being encouraged to touch) was priceless. Writing babble like that is also a lot of fun. Thanks for reading, all! Much love!