#ohh kinda word vomited again soooo

[gisachi]

can you please do 23 please??

Sorry for the very long wait! Thank you for this~ I know there are already so many fics similar to this, but that won’t stop me anyhow. Let this be an additional cake to the OTP food trope that we all love. 😆 Hope you enjoy another little ShinRan teasing / fluff~!

23. A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating. (1,518 words) .

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Ran’s been doing something. It’s a rather odd way to throw him off his concentration, but it’s really happening.

Maybe his classmates are blind for not noticing, because something as blatant as that can catch anyone’s eyes so easily. Clearly she wasn’t like that yesterday, so the difference is quite obvious. Just this morning, she’s done it eight times, more for the times he isn’t able to pay attention, which is unlikely.

Her lips aren’t dry - in fact they’re the softest he’s ever touched, ever felt - so to necessitate the application of that brand new yellowish balm she keeps hidden in her uniform pocket is today’s mystery. He is no expert when it comes to stuff like this, but he sure as hell knows that one shall not wet their lips before or after applying lip balm. But that is what she’s doing, and it’s racking his nerves to the point of insanity, in more ways than one.

He tries bringing it up with Nakamichi, but the dude isn’t as observant as he is - a shame. Dude merely shrugs it off and grins, saying something like, it’s his newest addiction. And Ran’s lips. What the hell is he talking about.

(He’s been addicted to those for a long time.)

The second mystery is how she suddenly thinks of buying one of those flavored breads they always pass by on their way to the detective agency. It has no stuffing in it - thank god - and she isn’t offering him any. He doesn’t mind, he isn’t hungry. But still...

Loud munching in his presence - in her room - crumbs settling on the corner of her alluring lips and she does it again, tip of tongue delectably reaching for the farthest bits it can reach. It’s slick, flexible, pairing with her ever so irresistible red lips and oh, the herculean effort to resist grabbing her face and entangling it with his own—

It’s not just about her lips. It’s her lips and...

“Hey, stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Licking your lips every ten seconds. It’s annoying the crap out of everyone.”

She blinks at him. “But you’re the only one here.”

“Well-”, he stammers, avoiding her gaze, “when we were in class, it annoyed some people too.”

Ran arches an eyebrow. “It did?”

“Yes,” he lies, “So stop.”

From his peripherals, he sees her shrug before downing the last slice of bread, moist lips wrapping around the food before disappearing into her mouth, then licks leftover crumbs from her fingertips. After that fairly eye-pleasing show, she cups her cheeks with both hands, elbows resting on the kotatsu as she stares at him, a mixture of mischief and innocence swirling in her eyes, like that’s even possible. “Not supposed to matter now that we’re alone though?”

Shinichi groans. He doesn’t want to get started, but he should’ve known calling her out won’t deter her at the least; it’ll just fuel her desire to annoy him even more.

“Are you bothered, Shinichi?”

Stealing a glance at her is a bad idea. The moment he does, her wet tongue travels her upper lip in one painstakingly languid sweep, and his poor self doesn’t know if he’ll allow his jaw to freely hang slack in fascination or fight the temptation growing in him in the form of teenage hormones. What’s the deal with this woman?

He takes pride in his temperance, no matter how hapless it leaves him sometimes - just like now - but he lets his ever magnificent composure prevail.

In what seems to be an attempt at ignoring the warning bells blaring in his ears, he rolls his eyes and exhales sharply, diverting his attention to his notebook.

“I’m gonna leave if you won’t stop.”

“Oh! But look outside. It’s about to rain.”

“I’m going to stay downstairs, at the agency.”

“Dad’s live streaming Yoko-chan’s concert. You cannot concentrate.”

“I’ll stay at Poirot.”

“It’s closed today.”

He rolls his eyes skyward. “Then can you please stop?”

She giggles. “Make me?”

Shinichi feels the tip of his ears heat up. This is not funny. It’s frustrating and it’s draining the life out of him. Is this a test? How can she drop those lines so smoothly without stuttering? What’s gotten into her? What plan does she have in her sleeve? Shall he go with the flow? But what if it’s a test? Must he give up? Give in? Why prolong the agony? If she wants to kiss him as bad as how he wants to kiss her right now, why not go ahead and just do it?

“Ran, I swear to god if you won’t stop…”

“I will stop,” she purses her lips and parts them in a teasing pop, then her voice drops low, and raspy, and hot, “So hurry up and make me.”

Ah, well, fine.

Beating around the bush is, indeed, very tiresome.

He doesn’t waste a single second pushing her to the floor, pinning her wrists above her head. His face hovers above hers as he inhales her scent momentarily, fruity like citrus, fresh like baked bread. When she teases him with another tongue swipe, he cuts through her with his own tongue grazing her upper, then lower lip, before sliding carelessly in her mouth.

He feels her exhale deeply through her nose, a delighted ‘mmph’ rolling out her lips. He knew it. She’s testing him. He played right into her hands. Yielded to her plan. He’s above her - right where she probably wanted - stopping her himself from licking her damned annoying soft lips, using his own tongue. A total, disgraceful, loss but...can he really call this losing?

Is he losing when he’s on top of her, feeling her curves through their uniform? Her body arching onto him as her wrists relax under his hold? Her flesh in close, wonderful contact with his, trembling in utmost anticipation? How is it losing when he can finally - freaking finally - savor the sweet, glorious taste of Ran and...and, wait, a little key lime pie? Is that bread actually key lime pie? What? And her balm? Tastes like citrus too? But she…? How?

They separate breathlessly, and this time, it’s his turn to lick his own lips.

“I...thought you hated lime.”

“I do,” she mumbles, “but you like it, so...” the thought trails off, the last bit barely audible.

A growing blush colors his cheeks. Then he snickers, burrowing his head in her shoulder to hide it.

“All this time, you’re… Geez. Wow, I...Can’t believe you’re that kind of idiot.”

Ran giggles too, a little more breathily.

“Makes two of us. I was so convinced you wouldn’t catch on.”

“Mind you, I did. It was just too bizarre to even have as a thought.”

“Hey, honestly though, I was really licking my lips in distaste. The lime was killing my taste buds.” She scoffs.

“Thought you were totally flirting with me.”

“Hah. Did it mainly look like I was?”

“Deny, sure, but it doesn’t change the fact that you devised a plan for me to do this,” he grins. “Can’t believe you had it in you, Ran.”

He feels her smile against his shoulder. “Mm. Can’t believe you fell for it either.”

They relish the silence a little more, before he finally speaks.

“You know... if you want to go down this route, you could’ve just asked me to chew some of your favorite strawberry flavored candy or something,” he lifts his head, still not removing her from entrapment, “makes it less cumbersome for us ‘cause unlike how lime is for you, I don’t hate it.”

She blinks, shocked. “Wait, so...you’ll let me kiss you?”

“Haah? Why the hell not?”

“You’ve always been the initiator and I always wait so, y’know...I’m not used to...” she blushes. He laughs. Loud.

“Raan. Goodness. Lead me on. Kiss me any freaking time. I’ll be the happiest man on earth.”

“Even while in school?”

“Even while in school.”

“But I thought you hate PDA’s.”

“I do,” he confesses, “but if you’re so eager to try it, then…”

Her plump, rosy lips glisten under the fluorescent; it’s hard not to stare at them. They’re like halves of one ripened strawberry, juicy and fresh, waiting to be tasted, to be savored and eaten. Good thing he doesn’t hate strawberries. Even if he does, why waste a perfectly good opportunity to reconsider?

Cheeks turning the same color, she swipes her tongue in between her pursed lips, purposely wetting them more.

“I-I see...But for now...Aren’t you gonna continue?” Her teeth dig her bottom lip, shy but determined. “There’s still lime in my mouth… a lot on my tongue...so...”

It’s silly, this kind of approach, but for him who’s been restraining for a couple of hours now, a jumpstart from her - whatever and however she prefers - is all that’s needed and he won’t even dare have second thoughts indulging right in.

“Well…for a start, you can always gargle it out…”

“Shinichiii.”

He sniggers. “I know, I get it,” he dips his head lower, “Let me take all the lime out for you.”

The cleanup proceeds in earnest.

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