[fic] Against Better Judgement
Hey, hey, cypsiman2! Remember that time you demanded Conan/Ran? I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO FINISHING IT. REJOICE (HOWEVER CHEESY AND CRAPPY IT MAY BE)
Fic: Against Better Judgement
Prompt: Awkward
Character/Pairing: Conan/Ran--Detective Conan
Rating: Uh... G?
Ran had fallen asleep on the couch again, the television’s dull light casting dark shadows on her slumped form.
With quiet steps, Conan covered her with the closest blanket he could find. He felt partially to blame for this; earlier in the day, he’d discovered a new set of Sherlock Holmes dramas that he insisted on watching. Ran hadn’t the heart to tell him no, what with the childish joy he’d been expressing. He chuckled, embarrassed, and turned off the tv.
The young detective whispered a soft, “Goodnight, Ran,” and started for his room.
“Shinichi….”
He froze, ears straining in the silence of the night. Was she dreaming about him? The guilt hiding deep in the pit of his stomach returned, the regret of making her wait, and he turned back to look at her. She was motionless.
Still… he couldn’t help but be drawn back to her side. His careful fingers brushed her messy bangs away, giving Conan a better view of her face. Her brows were twisted with worry; her lips were slightly parted, allowing her warm breath a place to escape. The teenager in him had a sudden desire to kiss her--just a small kiss, of course. The rational part of his mind, however, protested quite loudly. He had a cover to keep, and he couldn’t just let things slip out. What if he was found out? Even Ran would be in danger, then…. He was tired of holding back.
It was one of the few times Conan--Shinichi--pushed logic aside.
The moment he let his lips met hers, a chill ran through him, and he shivered against his wishes. Her lips were as soft as he’d deduced and warmer than his own at the moment. It was intoxicating. He had only meant for it to be a quick kiss, but he found himself compelled to prolong his leave by a few seconds.
It ended much too soon for his taste. Ran pulled away suddenly, her once-sleeping face now shocked, a hand over her mouth.
“Conan! What…!” She fumbled over her words, confused and embarrassed. Conan could only blush as he attempted to formulate an excuse for his behavior. Under her breath, he heard her mumble something about Shinichi. “I guess I should have listened when they told me you had a crush on me,” she finally managed, groaning. Her hand twitched; she was using all of her willpower not to hit him right there (ah, the perks of being a child).
Right, he was still a kid. Just a kid. “I was just mimicking what Mr. Holmes did in one of the episodes!” the young detective stammered, hands up in defense. “He, um, kissed someone goodnight, and you were sleeping, and I was sleepy and wanted to say goodnight like my hero and so I--”
Ran put a hand on his head, and he stopped. He could still feel her lips against his, and he looked down, trying to calm the burn on his cheeks. Stupid, stupid, stupid--the chant rang though his head. “I’m sorry, Ran.”
“It’s… okay.” Her head tilted slightly as she watched him. She didn’t know, did she? She wasn’t picking up on the clues, piecing them together and learning his secret… was she? (Part of him hoped she would.) “How about you go to bed now, Conan? Sorry,” she said with a weak chuckle, “I’m still really tired. I don’t think I can tuck you in tonight.”
“G-goodnight,” he whispered, scurrying into his room. The last thing he saw was Ran move over to the window, hands on her face and worry in her eyes.
He couldn’t face her for a week.
Fic: Against Better Judgement
Prompt: Awkward
Character/Pairing: Conan/Ran--Detective Conan
Rating: Uh... G?
Ran had fallen asleep on the couch again, the television’s dull light casting dark shadows on her slumped form.
With quiet steps, Conan covered her with the closest blanket he could find. He felt partially to blame for this; earlier in the day, he’d discovered a new set of Sherlock Holmes dramas that he insisted on watching. Ran hadn’t the heart to tell him no, what with the childish joy he’d been expressing. He chuckled, embarrassed, and turned off the tv.
The young detective whispered a soft, “Goodnight, Ran,” and started for his room.
“Shinichi….”
He froze, ears straining in the silence of the night. Was she dreaming about him? The guilt hiding deep in the pit of his stomach returned, the regret of making her wait, and he turned back to look at her. She was motionless.
Still… he couldn’t help but be drawn back to her side. His careful fingers brushed her messy bangs away, giving Conan a better view of her face. Her brows were twisted with worry; her lips were slightly parted, allowing her warm breath a place to escape. The teenager in him had a sudden desire to kiss her--just a small kiss, of course. The rational part of his mind, however, protested quite loudly. He had a cover to keep, and he couldn’t just let things slip out. What if he was found out? Even Ran would be in danger, then…. He was tired of holding back.
It was one of the few times Conan--Shinichi--pushed logic aside.
The moment he let his lips met hers, a chill ran through him, and he shivered against his wishes. Her lips were as soft as he’d deduced and warmer than his own at the moment. It was intoxicating. He had only meant for it to be a quick kiss, but he found himself compelled to prolong his leave by a few seconds.
It ended much too soon for his taste. Ran pulled away suddenly, her once-sleeping face now shocked, a hand over her mouth.
“Conan! What…!” She fumbled over her words, confused and embarrassed. Conan could only blush as he attempted to formulate an excuse for his behavior. Under her breath, he heard her mumble something about Shinichi. “I guess I should have listened when they told me you had a crush on me,” she finally managed, groaning. Her hand twitched; she was using all of her willpower not to hit him right there (ah, the perks of being a child).
Right, he was still a kid. Just a kid. “I was just mimicking what Mr. Holmes did in one of the episodes!” the young detective stammered, hands up in defense. “He, um, kissed someone goodnight, and you were sleeping, and I was sleepy and wanted to say goodnight like my hero and so I--”
Ran put a hand on his head, and he stopped. He could still feel her lips against his, and he looked down, trying to calm the burn on his cheeks. Stupid, stupid, stupid--the chant rang though his head. “I’m sorry, Ran.”
“It’s… okay.” Her head tilted slightly as she watched him. She didn’t know, did she? She wasn’t picking up on the clues, piecing them together and learning his secret… was she? (Part of him hoped she would.) “How about you go to bed now, Conan? Sorry,” she said with a weak chuckle, “I’m still really tired. I don’t think I can tuck you in tonight.”
“G-goodnight,” he whispered, scurrying into his room. The last thing he saw was Ran move over to the window, hands on her face and worry in her eyes.
He couldn’t face her for a week.