Title: The Wedding Night
Fandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaitou
#10—together itsumo (together always)
Pairing: Kuroba Kaito/Nakamori Aoko
R (suggestive)
All characters are the property of Gosho Aoyama. I do not own them. I merely borrow them, drop them in a blender, hit puree, and watch them dance. Yes, dance, my pretties…ahem.
Finally, they were married. Which meant…


The bathroom door opened soundlessly, and a pair of shining blue eyes peered out inquisitively. Seeing no dangers (or whatever it was that she was actually looking for), Aoko slipped through the door and shut off most of the lights before making her way towards the bed. The lamp on the nightstand was still on, casting a soft yellow glow around the room.

Kaito was sitting upright, his legs straight out in front of him on the mattress, crossed at the ankle, and his back against the wall, his head lulled to one side; he was wearing white pajamas, a gift from a family friend—the kind of sleepwear that somehow didn't seem meant for mere slumber. Everything about the scene suggested that he was sound asleep.

She paused there, standing beside the bed, and just studied him. He looked so innocent, boyish, lost to the world like that. One errant lock of shaggy hair hung down over the middle of his forehead, making him look far younger than his twenty-one years. But there was more to it than that…

He seemed so vulnerable.

And it was a rare moment when Kuroba Kaito let himself be seen as defenseless as that. He was always so calm, so together. She had known him since their childhood days, and yet she could count on her fingers the number of times she'd seen him with those defenses stripped away over the years. Still, she knew from experience that he would rouse at the slightest disturbance.

Taking a deep breath, she lowered herself to sit on the edge of the bed beside him. To her surprise, he did not move, allowing her a few more moments of unhindered observance. But before long, her hands were itching to reach out and…

She reached up carefully to run timid fingers through his hair, brushing that stray lock away from his forehead. She knew that it would wake him up, but she just couldn't help herself. And she had been right—his hair was wonderfully soft, still a tiny bit damp from the shower.

Aoko wasn't surprised when his eyes slid open, and he turned his head ever so slightly to look at her. A slight smile tugged back the corners of his mouth. "Hello," he said softly. "What can I do for you?"

"Admiring the view," she replied.

"Admire all you like," he murmured, closing his eyes again. "Just don't stop."

Aoko smiled and continued her lazy ministrations, stroking his hair and enjoying the silky feel of it between her fingers. It was incredible, how easily they were falling into their new roles; an entirely new level of comfort and closeness, and all it had taken to bring them there was an exchange of rings and soft-spoken promises.

"Are you happy?" Kaito asked in that same quiet voice.


He reached up and caught her wrist, drawing her hand down to kiss her fingers, leaving her to wonder how he could still always catch her off-guard, both with his planned pranks and his spur-of-the-moment actions. And he had surprised her with how affectionate he really could be.

They'd ended up together—just as so many had always said that they would.

"What are you thinking about right now?" he asked.

"…how lucky I am," she admitted, knowing that her blush was extremely obvious. She quickly changed the subject. "You look tired…it's been a long day, and there's a lot going on tomorrow, too." She felt the color rise in her cheeks again. "Do you want to sleep?"

His expression grew a bit more thoughtful before he replied. "…no. Not yet."

She didn't have to ask what he meant—it was one of those things that had been silently eating at her in the month before the wedding. She'd never voiced it, but waited, knowing that it was expected and trusting that it would be all right.

"Are you okay?" Kaito interrupted her thoughts again, as though he were simply reading them. "Aoko, I won't force you into…" The thought trailed off, leaving the implication to hang in the air.

She dropped her gaze for just a moment before looking back up at him with unmistakable determination. "…well?" she asked softly, her eyes shimmering in the yellow light.

He took a deep breath before reaching out with one hand and shutting that last lamp off. Never once did his eyes leave hers. The only remaining glow was that of the moon and the starlight. It was incredibly romantic, save for jangling nerves and shaky hands as they slowly reached towards each other.


PS. Okay, okay, there are actually two versions of this particular chapter, which I promised to Fyliwion somewhere around the third post in this series. This is the non-smexy one. The smexy one can be found on my LJ, the link to which is found on my bio (it's my homepage). If you want to read my attempts at lemony goodness, check it out there. It's a lot longer, too :grin:

Anyway, thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed it—much love, all!