I'm No Woman [3/5]
Title: I'm No Woman
Fandom: Tiger&Bunny
Pairings: Kotetsu/Barnaby
Summary: Barnaby gets turned into a woman. Kotetsu's perceptions of him suddenly changes and he has to deal with it.
The trip to Apollon Media's building was chaotic. Barnaby snapped at him every two minutes, a seething glare pinned on him as she grumbled "This is your fault." Kotetsu had finally gotten out of his own costume and regretted it a bit. The skin tight suit didn't help the flush that took place on his face whenever he stared long enough at Barnaby for her to whip her head around and spit venomous words at him.
The first ten minutes had resulted in Saito shouting his head off through the intercom. He wasn't pleased at all with the carelessness the duo used their costumes with. Kotetsu was more than enough, but Barnaby as well? Didn't they realize they were masterpieces-?
The older male had stopped listening at this point. And it had absolutely nothing to do with Barnaby gracefully crossing her legs and uncrossing them every few minutes. Nope. Nothing.
She had given up getting mad at him seeing as her partner was too thick-headed to understand unless it was stated ten times. When she told him to "stop staring" he'd avert his eyes a few seconds before oggling her again.
Kotetsu didn't know why but Barnaby kept catching his gaze, no matter what she did. He couldn't look away-
"Ouch!"
He rubbed his forehead. He had unknowingly followed Barnaby getting out of the van but hadn't had the good sense to get out through the door. No, he had crashed head-first into the wall, so focused as he was on his partner's retreating form.
He whined, unaware of Barnaby's snickering a few meters ahead of him.
~~~~~~~
Kotetsu shifted in his chair, trying to ease his growing anxiety.
Agnes had contacted them, saying they had no idea how Barnaby had managed to turn into a woman. The clinical examination had revealed her to be entirely female, breats, womb and all. It was like she had never been male in the first place.
The captured NEXT criminal revealed himself to be of no help. He had fainted when Sky High had picked him up and flew with him to the nearest police officers. He had yet to wake up.
Agnes assumed it would wear off with time. They just had to wait and see.
However, that didn't suit Kotetsu in the least.
Barnaby wore her usual leather jacket, pants and boots. Her form had changed so she didn't fill her clothes like she once did. The pants were snug around her hips though, just like the jacket couldn't hide the entirety of her cleavage. She wasn't busty by any means - a B-cup at most, really - but it was still more than what she had as a male.
Kotetsu snuck a glance at her sitting beside him, typing away on her keyboard, glasses reflecting the screen.
Guh, glasses.
It still surprised him how quick his stomach clenched at the sight presented before him. Barnaby wasn't doing anything to be attractive per say but her back was straight, the small of it gently curving into a firm, round ass followed by nice, undoubtedly soft thighs, their appearance deceiving of her legs' real strength-
Reality crushed fantasy when she got up, one hand on the desk while the other went to fetch something behind the computer screen, causing her to bend over. The jacket slipped a bit to pool in the arch made by her back, revealing creamy skin and a flat stomach, muscles flexing as she rummaged through her things. She stopped however to collect the cascade of hair falling over her shoulders and face, transfering all of it to one side, her slender neck and defined jaw coming into view with the rest of her profile. No real expression strained her features apart maybe boredom, but the play of sunrays on her fair skin and bouncing curls, the inviting pink of her lips, begging to be kissed red, the elongated eyelashes promising butterfly kisses on his cheeks if he did, were enough to make his hand twitch.
Twitch with the want to caress smooth cheeks with his thumb or the back of his hand, the need to comb through those light-filled strands of hair and feel them slide through his fingers, the urgency to cup her face and brush his lips against hers to then lightly nip at them-
Kotetsu banged his head on his desk, startling Barnaby with the sudden noise.
He groaned in defeat.
He was screwed.
Fandom: Tiger&Bunny
Pairings: Kotetsu/Barnaby
Summary: Barnaby gets turned into a woman. Kotetsu's perceptions of him suddenly changes and he has to deal with it.
The trip to Apollon Media's building was chaotic. Barnaby snapped at him every two minutes, a seething glare pinned on him as she grumbled "This is your fault." Kotetsu had finally gotten out of his own costume and regretted it a bit. The skin tight suit didn't help the flush that took place on his face whenever he stared long enough at Barnaby for her to whip her head around and spit venomous words at him.
The first ten minutes had resulted in Saito shouting his head off through the intercom. He wasn't pleased at all with the carelessness the duo used their costumes with. Kotetsu was more than enough, but Barnaby as well? Didn't they realize they were masterpieces-?
The older male had stopped listening at this point. And it had absolutely nothing to do with Barnaby gracefully crossing her legs and uncrossing them every few minutes. Nope. Nothing.
She had given up getting mad at him seeing as her partner was too thick-headed to understand unless it was stated ten times. When she told him to "stop staring" he'd avert his eyes a few seconds before oggling her again.
Kotetsu didn't know why but Barnaby kept catching his gaze, no matter what she did. He couldn't look away-
"Ouch!"
He rubbed his forehead. He had unknowingly followed Barnaby getting out of the van but hadn't had the good sense to get out through the door. No, he had crashed head-first into the wall, so focused as he was on his partner's retreating form.
He whined, unaware of Barnaby's snickering a few meters ahead of him.
~~~~~~~
Kotetsu shifted in his chair, trying to ease his growing anxiety.
Agnes had contacted them, saying they had no idea how Barnaby had managed to turn into a woman. The clinical examination had revealed her to be entirely female, breats, womb and all. It was like she had never been male in the first place.
The captured NEXT criminal revealed himself to be of no help. He had fainted when Sky High had picked him up and flew with him to the nearest police officers. He had yet to wake up.
Agnes assumed it would wear off with time. They just had to wait and see.
However, that didn't suit Kotetsu in the least.
Barnaby wore her usual leather jacket, pants and boots. Her form had changed so she didn't fill her clothes like she once did. The pants were snug around her hips though, just like the jacket couldn't hide the entirety of her cleavage. She wasn't busty by any means - a B-cup at most, really - but it was still more than what she had as a male.
Kotetsu snuck a glance at her sitting beside him, typing away on her keyboard, glasses reflecting the screen.
Guh, glasses.
It still surprised him how quick his stomach clenched at the sight presented before him. Barnaby wasn't doing anything to be attractive per say but her back was straight, the small of it gently curving into a firm, round ass followed by nice, undoubtedly soft thighs, their appearance deceiving of her legs' real strength-
Reality crushed fantasy when she got up, one hand on the desk while the other went to fetch something behind the computer screen, causing her to bend over. The jacket slipped a bit to pool in the arch made by her back, revealing creamy skin and a flat stomach, muscles flexing as she rummaged through her things. She stopped however to collect the cascade of hair falling over her shoulders and face, transfering all of it to one side, her slender neck and defined jaw coming into view with the rest of her profile. No real expression strained her features apart maybe boredom, but the play of sunrays on her fair skin and bouncing curls, the inviting pink of her lips, begging to be kissed red, the elongated eyelashes promising butterfly kisses on his cheeks if he did, were enough to make his hand twitch.
Twitch with the want to caress smooth cheeks with his thumb or the back of his hand, the need to comb through those light-filled strands of hair and feel them slide through his fingers, the urgency to cup her face and brush his lips against hers to then lightly nip at them-
Kotetsu banged his head on his desk, startling Barnaby with the sudden noise.
He groaned in defeat.
He was screwed.