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Crap, their eyes shouldn’t have met now.
After all, those dark blue orbs of his hidden behind the black rimmed glasses were definitely her ultimate weakness right from the start.
They were so clear like the bright summer sky; so immersing like the deep calm ocean that she didn’t realize she was drowning further and further down to the endless pit every time he gave her that kind of loving stare.
It was the same flame that he showed in his eyes on any other of their passionful nights. The same desireful gaze that never ceased to hold her in place. It was so tight, suffocating, but she was more than willing to become his prisoner.
And having to meet his provoking stare right now out of all times and out of all places, she could feel her breath hitched and her heart pounding. The warmth that grew on her chest was slowly creeping up to her cheeks, then to her ears. She felt extremely hot despite it was only the early beginning season of the spring.
Separated by some meters of seats, he who was standing at the front and she who sat at the back; it was as if they were having their own little heart-thumping rendezvous in the middle of an on-going general meeting.
Indeed, it was too dangerous to have this secret affair with him.
She pressed her lips into a thin line, unable to take his ravenous look for any much longer. Her mind was telling herself to stop staring, but her orbs didn’t stir even a bit. Rather, her eyes began to roll leisurely, taking her time to trace his nose down to his luscious lips.
He could be cocky sometimes with those lips attached. However, only on some other times would those same lips become a godsend key to the door of heavens.
They were as plump and red as ripe June-bearing strawberries; as sugary sweet as dripping honey on the tree barks in the forest. The taste of his lips was alluring that it always left her with another yet haunting memory each time they kissed.
The way his tongue thoroughly explored all her parts, and the way his lips wildly nibbled on her sensitive spots. They were so good at leaving traces on her skin, the same way they imprinted those delightful nightmares in her subconsciousness.
She never really had any particular indulgence before this– not with foods at least. But with those lips of his, she was always ready to be brought to another level of satisfying pleasure.
She licked her own lips wet before she could let the lusty drool escape the side of her mouth. Just those thoughts alone were enough to make her hungry for him, yet his husky serious voice that echoed through the room was making her starving.
She could hear her heart thumping in a very offbeat rhythm now. Her cheeks were burning red. She watched his lips parted numerously as he led the meeting through its agenda. She bit her lower lips, tying to suppress whatever dirty ideas that came to her stirring mind. She had to stay composed, although she failed in the end when–
“Haibara.”
–when he said her name.
She shuddered at once.
How could her name be this melodic when he spelled it with his voice?
It was far too soft, far too dreamy than the usual tone he used in their daily innocent act. He just needed to add a little bit of groans and some sighs and he was good to go to replicate his lovely whispering, like the one he always blew against her ear the moment he thrust himself into her.
Everyone’s eyes were all on her now, but the heat that only she could feel was undoubtedly coming from her insides. She furrowed her eyebrows. She was annoyed, embarrassed, and mad as she struggled to suppress her crazy heartbeat.
Damn him.
No one in the room noticed it. However, for a very quick second, she was sure she definitely saw him smirk at her before he called her. It was a smirk of triumph, a mockery that she was falling in the palm of his hand in this play pretend.
Back to his innocent act, he closed the notebook he was holding with his two hands. All the while, his two worried eyes were still on hers. She gulped so hard, swallowing her own nervousness.
What was he going to do now with all of these attention he had brought to them?
Nonetheless, everything seemed to vanish the instant she noticed he was wearing a familiar gold band on his ring finger. This was the first time she ever saw him with that thing on.
Surely, it wasn’t any typical ring that a single man would wear. It was a wedding ring, a symbol of unity between a man and a wife.
And it was a hard reminder that between him and her, there was truly a secret affair that no one could ever know.
Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach. The warmth and the heat that she felt until a few seconds ago were now replaced with a total coldness. She was going to break any second now.
“Are you okay, Haibara? You don’t look so good.”
There was a lump stuck in her throat and his fake concern wasn’t making her mood any better. She managed to excuse herself out from the room in the end. As much as she hated to admit it, it was a good thing that he had an exceptional skill to playacting.
Now that everyone believed she was having a fever, at least, she could feel a little bit at ease that her secret affair with him was kept hidden.
Still, it didn’t mend her distressed heart.
.
.
.
“I’m home!”
Conan happily announced his presence as he entered the genkan of his house. He went straight to the kitchen without waiting for any reply, confident that he would certainly find the girl whom he wanted to see the most there.
True enough, he saw her there, in front of the kitchen counter, chopping some carrots; she was preparing dinner for the two of them.
He threw his bag to the nearest chair, then he quickly came closer to hug her from behind. He slipped his arms around her tiny waist, burying his nose to the crook of her neck.
“I’m sorry I’m late, Ai. The student council meeting took more time to finish than I thought.” He whispered before he inhaled her scents and left some butterfly kisses on her nape. “How are you feeling? You look terribly red when you left the class meeting today.”
She could almost see that he was grinning instead of truly showing his worry for her. At that, Ai gave one final slash to the carrot before she unleashed her very dark killing intent. As if he already knew this was coming, Conan didn’t budge at all. He only released his arms a little bit, giving some rooms for the strawberry blonde to move.
“Oh, someone’s mood is faulty it seems.” He teasingly remarked.
“And whose fault is that?” She slammed the knife down and turned herself around, facing him. “What the hell were you trying to pull there by wearing your wedding ring so obviously? What if everyone realizes that we are actually married?”
"It would be problematic– yeah, I know." He lightly replied.
He had been warned endlessly on this, even way before the new school term began, by none other than her. Because, there was no way they could explain to the school board that they were actually twenty-six-years-old adults who were shrunk by a pill, and that they were verily legal to marry.
But again, none of this trouble had to happen if only Ai hadn't challenged him to prove his words with action when he confessed to her some months ago. Hence, Conan's impulsive proposal that was worth to be told at another time... perhaps.
"But the necklace that holds the ring broke when we had P.E. this morning. I’m putting it on so I won’t lose it.” He explained before he retorted back at her. “No one would really notice this small thing here anyway. If some of them did end up questioning it, I could always come up with some believable lies. Besides…” He made a short pause to run his hands to cup both of her cheeks, squeezing them a bit. “…it was you whom I should be asking that.”
“Me?”
“What were you doing showing off that kind of irresistible look during the class? Any boys who saw that would definitely fall head over heels for you.” He pouted slightly.
In fact, he was truly having a very difficult time to hold himself back throughout the meeting, not to say, in front of many eyes. With her looking so red and all flustered, he knew she was aroused. And those lips licking and biting– if only the class was empty, he would undoubtedly stride down to her desk and kiss her right there in that instant. He might as well take her there on the floor if she didn’t mind.
“Oh, for someone who is falling head over heels for me, you sure were very collected, huh?” She sneered at his sheepish look.
“Says the girl who went all excited with just an eye contact from me.” He sneered back, not wanting to lose.
“T-that’s…” She blushed, meekly averting her gaze to her side so she was avoiding his stare. “Who told you to be so aggressive last night?”
“Wha–“ He didn’t see such reply coming from her. So as stunned as he was, he reflexively loosened his hands on her cheeks. Soon after, he copied her reaction as snap by snap of their making love session yesterday were replaying inside his head.
They were indeed losing their control last night.
“Say…” He started again with more seriousness on his face. “...it was exciting, wasn’t it? The tension, I mean.”
He pulled her face closer as he whispered the last part, initiating some simple pecks that soon turned into passionate kisses. Ai was startled by his sudden change of mood, although it only took her a split second before she returned his advances.
She could feel the heat that she had this afternoon was all coming back to her as he started to use his tongue. Her pent-up accumulated desire for him was overflowing, and so did her love juices between her legs start to drip.
Without much holding, his hand began to slide down her hips and sneaked under her dress. She moaned against his lips when he inserted a finger into her folds so easily. Some lewd noises were filling the air as he pushed another one in and moved the two fingers back and forth, teasing her entry in a slow pace.
Noticing how wet she really was poked his libido at another level; it completely took over his brain in no time. He could feel his pants getting tighter than they already had, and his bulge harder. He had spent too much of his self-control today, so he wasn’t going to stop himself now.
Well, neither did she.
If Haibara Ai was just a normal ordinary teenage girl, she certainly would freak out listening to his absurd comment. But since she knew full-well what caused the both of them to be this needy of a sexual tension, she couldn’t say anything except to agree with him.
This little secret affair of theirs, by all means, was really exciting.
Damn, teenage hormones.